i have a BIG CRAZY headcanon that ruhn’s mom is rhys’s sister and ALSO eris’s mate and both of them knew it before everything happened.
NOW LISTEN imagine that tamlin helped her runaway that night and she ended in the starlight pool in spring court. tamlin said that the starlight pool IS IN FACT starlight, so the chances of that thing having a great amount of unknown power is high, so it could be a portal.
she went to midgard by accident, ruhn’s grandmother/father found and adopted her because se looks like them and could be a descendent of their lineage.
she accept marrying the king (ruhn’s father) because he remind her of eris and she has no hope in returning home.
NOW THE PLOT TWIST
ruhn’s dad ALSO know that she’s not from midgard because she confessed to him, so that’s the real reason he’s so obsessed with worlds and world traveling. he’s been trying to help her get back to prythian for years, but she also don’t want to go anymore ‘cause she has ruhn now.
it also explain the drama between mor and eris. THERE’S SOMETHING they’re not sharing with everyone else.
she knew about the bond between them, and eris didn’t helped her because he was also aware of the bond and didn’t want to accidentally claim mor as his.
i mean, she was the first to notice cassian and nesta’s bond, even before them, so she definitely could have noticed their mating bond too.
summary: reader and Cassian had a happy marriage, 'till their love wasn't enough. inspired by loml by taylor swift.
warnings: angst.
words count: 3338
author's note: this is big and sad :)
Who’s gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway.
Me and Cassian have been riding on the line between acceptable and an official couple recognized by the priestess and The Mother for a long time.
I don’t know when exactly it started. It couldbe when we met for the first time on a Day Court Ball, and we both couldn’t hold our laughter after one of the courtiers slipped during the dance. It could be when i spent my first Starfall as a Night Court member, and he told me that he was gonna “Teach me how to properly drink”, but ended with the two of us drunk enough to sleep sitting side by side in the hall of the House of Wind. Or it could be when he arrived of the Illyrian Camps directly to my room and with tear in his eyes, saying that his heart could not handle seeing how children and females were treated there maintaining a stone face.
We embroidered the memories of the time I was away.
The first time we kissed was when I returned home hurt from a mission. Cassian stayed the whole night by my side, telling me things that happened when I was away, or tracing random shapes with his finger on my hand and arm.
“I was scared that we would lose you. I would lose you.” He said almost whispering, like he was telling me a secret.
“You’ll never lose me, Cass.” I said back to him.
I was staring at the window when I felt him pull his hand away. Once I turned my head back, our lips met. It was so gentle. The hands holding my face, and his lips silently asking if he could deepen the kiss or not.
I remember stopping to breath and giggle like two teenagers, just to look at each other with love eyes and start kissing again. And again, and again, the whole night.
I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed
“You’re not gonna officialize things?” Mor asked one day.
“What do you mean?” Was my answer.
“You and Cassian. Everyone sees the way you look at each other, and we also know that you crossed the “only starring” line. And if you want me to be honest, I think you two would make each other really happy.” The blonde said, bumping her shoulder onto mine. We were having tea while sitting on the House of Wind’s balcony.
“I don’t know… Cassian is a good male, Mor, and I’m not the only one that sees this. I think I’m just afraid, perhaps. Or just too insecure.”
“About what?”
“Maybe I will not be enough for him. He can find someone better, that maybe would match his soul, and I’ll not be able to endure that kind of heartbreak.”
“That sentence is full of maybes. Do you even know how he looks at you?” She asked. “There’s love in his eyes. There’s love in his body language when he’s next to you, and love in every single word he says toward or about you even though ‘love’ is not one of them.” Mor placed my tea cup on the table next to her to hold both my hands with hers. “Don’t waste a chance of happiness just because you’re afraid.”
I felt aglow like this. Never before, and never since
After that talk, it did not take a lot of time for me to build the courage to phrase my feelings to him. And it was a surprise - at least to me - that he felt exactly the same.
If you know it in one glimpse, it’s legendary
“Did I ever tell you?” Cassian asked me some weeks after we started dating.
“What?” I closed my book to give him my full attention. My legs are still resting in his lap while we are on the couch.
“That I fell in love with you the day we met?” He gave me one of those grims.
“Like those teenage romance books?” I asked, mirroring his smile.
“Yeah. I think it was when one of Beron’s sons asked to dance with you but you said no, and you put him in his place when he tried to talk shit about you.”
“That would have started a war.” He both laugh.
“You are the most incredible female that I know.” His hand squeezed my calf, like he was reassuring his words. “You are smart and so strong. I’m really lucky to have you.”
You and I go from one kiss to getting married
Nervous was too little to what I was feeling at the moment.
“Your entrance will be in 3 minutes.” Mor said before returning inside.
My hands were sweating, my stomach was hurting and I felt like throwing up. But I didn’t have time to overthink how anxious I was feeling, because within seconds the double doors opened.
It was a small wedding, only close friends invited. My eyes immediately searched for him, and he was beautiful as always.
In the middle of the entrance, my eyes met our friends, and I swear I saw Rhysand shed a tear but he will never admit it.
We both agreed to have a quick ceremony, not having enough patience for something too long or with too much bureaucracy. But the little time was enough for him to say things that will be marked in my heart to the rest of my life.
“People can say that the way that led us towards this moment roamed quite rapidly. But right here, on this day that will be remembered forever by both of us, even though we have hundreds of years after us, I promise to love you ‘till we are nothing more than dust traveling in the universe.”
I couldn’t control the river of tears that I cried hearing his vows. It didn’t take a long time for us to feel a burning sensation on our wrists. The image of a little firefly, so small that it could go unnoticed, but a forever sign to the biggest decision of our lives.
You said I’m the love of your life, about a million times
Our eternal happiness lasted the whole three years. Then Under the Mountain happened.
Who’s gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate?
“Cass, this is a lot for all of us. We’re all scared and worried, but I can’t help you ease your tension or worries if you don’t tell me how you’re feeling.”
We were twenty years into Under the Mountain.
“And could you even understand?” He stormed out.
“I can try.” I answered ignoring how his words felt in my heart.
“Rhysand is my family. And he’s in such a dangerous situation that he prohibited us from reaching him. How could I not feel worried and angry?”
“I know, because I am worried too. But I’m also your family, and you can share with me how you’re feeling, you don’t have to carry this all by yourself. We don’t have to carry this all by ourselves.”
“If we were mates we didn’t have to. We would just feel.”
I couldn’t hide my hurt expression this time. Of course I knew that we were not mates, even though we had a beautiful relationship that everyone claimed would be a Mate one, it’s been almost thirty years that we’ve been together and no bond clicked.
“I’m sorry, that was rude.” His expression softened once he realized what he said. “We don’t have to be mates. It’s really rare after all, and we have a perfect relationship.” He hugged me and I had to hold back tears. “And most importantly, we love each other.”
When your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fake?
Thirty years later we met Feyre.
And everything seemed to be perfectly fine, like the sun before a storm. And I wish my heart was only warning me about the war coming.
And all at once the ink bleeds
Cassian returned from Archeron's house a little air-headed. So I was trying to be really careful on how to approach him with questions about how it went.
“So, everything worked well?” I asked massaging his shoulders trying to ease the tension.
“Yeah, yeah. It was fine I guess, we sent the letter. Why?” His eyes were closed, voice soft.
“Nothing. You just returned, seeming a bit unsettled, so I thought something may have happened.”
I could feel his shoulders tense up again.
“Attor showed up there. I guess that just took us by surprise, but everything ended up fine, don’t worry, sweetheart.”
His response made total sense, so I tried to forget about it. It was a surprising threat, and a long trip flying back home, I thought.
But when we went to the Queens meeting, my heart felt a bit uncertain again.
There was something about how he looked at Nesta, a look that I could not translate. And also how he uncomfortably kept switching his weight to one leg for another everytime she was next to him or even just spoke.
She was certainly capable of saying some hateful words, so I was just thinking that maybe they had a wrong start. At least that was what I was trying to convince myself.
But I felt a hole, like this. Never before and ever since
“She is his mate isn’t she?” I asked Mor when we were alone.
I felt terrible by putting her against the wall, even more after everything that just happened in Hybern. But my heart was hurting too much for an answer.
Mor looked at me with wide eyes, trying to wrap her mind whether to tell me the truth or not.
“What?...”
“I saw the way you looked at her and then between both of them. And I think Cassian also knows, for Mother’s sake, I think already felt. So, please, tell me.”
“Yes… I believe so.”
I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. The hot tears fell down my face. And I wondered if the King’s power also didn’t affect the middle of my chest from how much pain I was feeling at the moment.
I didn’t see Mor kneeling besides me, didn’t feel her arms wrapping around my shoulders, and didn’t hear her comforting words trying to console me at my worst moment. All I felt was pain.
If you know it in one glimpse, it’s legendary. What we thought was for all time, was momentary.
The conversation with Cassian was nothing close to easy.
He admitted that he felt the bond the first time he saw her. And once she turned fae it only got stronger.
“Do you want to end things to try to pursue something with her?” It took me a while to be able to ask this. Not only because it hurts, but also ‘cause I couldn’t stop crying.
“No. Definitely not. We’ve been married for fifty four years, I’m not gonna just throw it all in the air. It will be hard to endure the feeling, yes, but we’ll keep our relationship. I love you, and that’s a forever promise.” He grabbed my wrist to caress his finger on the ink that sealed his vows.
Still alive, killing time at the cemetery. Never quite buried.
The next two years were not easy ones.
The plans we had for our future never made out of paper and conversations, because the whole situation never seemed to get better.
When Rhysand and Feyre announced that Nesta was coming to live with us, I felt like all the blood in my body freezed. Mor tried to help with the situation, proposing other ways to deal with her, since she was the only one to know, but her efforts had no success.
And once she started living with us, Cassian’s feelings got harder and harder to hide.
“Did you lose a bet with one of your brothers?” I asked one night. A smile already pulling up my lips at the thought of it.
“No, why?” He seemed confused.
“This one is new.” I traced my finger at the new ink on the end of his spine.
His whole demeanor changed when I said that. And he was quick with putting a shirt to sleep, a thing that he never does.
“What is it for?” I asked, scared for the answer.
“Nothing important.” He said going to bed. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
You shit-talked me under the table. Talking rings and talking cradles. I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all.
I quickly got up the couch in our room once Cassian opened the door.
“Hey, are you ok? Rhys told me that you three found a Kelpie, anyone got hurt?”
I rushed in his direction. My eyes scan his body for any scratch.
And then I felt the smell, like a slap in my face, making me stop in my tracks.
“No… No, you didn’t.” I started to go backwards. My vision started to get blurry with tears forming.
“I can explain.”
“Oh, yes.” I said with a sarcastic laugh. “Please explain to me why you had sex with another person while you’re married.”
“Don’t make this even harder for me.”
“Hard for you? Have you ever thought about how hard this situation is for me?” Tears were going down my face copiously. “I gave you an option, Cassian. Two years ago I asked if you would like to end things, for the sake of us both. And you said no, you said that we’ll keep going with our marriage, we had to try. But did you tried?
We had plans, Cass! It’s been fifty six years. We talked about buying our home, having kids! It’s been two years since you said for us to keep going but honestly we just stopped in our tracks.”
“Don’t do this to me. You know how much I wanted a family. You know how much I love you. But do you know how hard it is to fight this feeling? I feel like I’m going mad.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me? I made myself so open for you to seek your happiness, whether it was with me or not. But today you chose to cheat on me, and that hurts more than if you called to end things.”
Are they second-hand embarrassed that I can’t get off the bed? ‘Cause something counterfeit’s dead
It’s been three weeks since Nyx borned.
With everything happening no one had time to process what happened properly. Rhys and Feyre immediately offered to let me stay in the River House with them. But I had to find my own way again, and after many days of not leaving my room, I was on my way towards the High Lord’s office.
“Hello, what a relief seeing your face again. How are you feeling?” He asked once I sat on the chair in front of his table.
“A bit better. Still a long way to go, though. How’s your almost a month of being a father?”
“It’s less tiring than doing this office work, I promise.” I laugh at his words, the first one in days. “But Feyre is definitely more tired than me, I try to help her all I can.”
“I came to say goodbye. It’s time for me to go to my own place, I’ll see Feyre after this.”
“Did you find a place in the city? We told you that you could have the Town House.”
“I actually decided to go back to Day Court. I already talked with Helion.” I said and a shocked expression appeared on Rhysand’s face.
“If you think we’ll pick a side and that you’re not welcome here, you’re completely wrong. You are part of this family.” He says with a serious face.
“It’s nothing of that. I just think that I need some space and time to clear my mind of everything. I’m so grateful for all of you, but I need to do this for myself. I’ll be available for any help you need, though.”
It was legendary. It was momentary. It was unnecessary. Should’ve let it stay buried
Mor wanted us to have our last drink at Rita’s together. So here we are, at one of the tables with our drink in our hands.
“It surprises me that the vows mark stay there.” She said looking at my wrist. I look at it too.
“Love can come in different ways, and he didn’t specify.” We both laugh.
“I don’t think he’ll ever stop loving you.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him either.”
“I’m sorry.” She said and I gave her a confused look. “You were right all those years ago, about him finding a soul match.”
“Unfortunately, I was.”
“Why a firefly?”
“I always asked myself this. But now with the outcome, I think it makes sense. Wanna know a fact about fireflies? They only live about 56 days. And our marriage lasted 56 years.”
Oh, what a valiant roar. What a bland goodbye
“Hi.” I said when I saw Cassian make the corner of the living room. “I’ll be quick. Just didn’t want to go without saying goodbye.”
“Go?” His brows scrunched.
“I’ll go back to Day Court.”
“You don’t have to.” He says surprised. His body came closer like he was ready to stop me.
“I know. I want to. I’ll visit after some time, I have to see Nyx growing up afterall.”
“You have to see everyone. We’re your family.”
I’m combing through the braids of lies. I’ll never leave, nevermind
I was back in Velaris after a whole year. It wasn’t in my plans to stay away for this long. But I really needed the time.
It was Nyx’s birthday party, and I was slightly surprised that the High Lord made it only for the family. I was expecting for the most pampered baby in Prythian to have a whole festival for his first birthday, but his parents clearly had other plans.
“I loved your hair.” I heard someone beside me, and found Elain sitting on the chair next to me in the garden. “You fit the short hair really well.”
“Thanks, I had to cut it. Hair holds memories.” She only smiled at my answer and we kept observing everyone in silence.
“Did Cassian always have been good with kids?” She asked, looking at him playing with Nyx.
“Yeah, he always dreamed of having kids.”
“Well good thing his dreams are coming true, then.”
“I’m sorry?”
She looks at me wide eyed, like she just told the Night Court highest secret.
“You didn’t know? Nesta's pregnant.”
My world spinned for a moment. When I really thought I was over it. Will I ever get over it?
“If you excuse me.” I gave her a fake smile and got up to get inside.
Feyre and Mor must have seen me, because they walked behind me right after I entered the house.
“You didn’t tell me.” I turn to both of them.
“Would you come if we did?” Feyre asked and I couldn’t answer.
“I just… I thought it didn’t hurt anymore.” I started crying. And Mother, how I started hating seeming so vulnerable. “I really need to get over it.”
I felt them both hugging me. A warmth passing from their heart to mine.
“No one expects you to get over more than half a century of memories in such little time.” Mor says.
Our field of dreams engulfed in fire
“Do you think I’ll be able to find something like this again?” I ask but cut them in the middle of their thoughts. “Don’t answer, I’m scared of what it will be.”
The only thing they could do was hug me harder and stay there with me for the whole ten minutes that allowed me to have a weak mind.
And I still see it, until I die. You’re the loss of my life.
thank you so so soooooo much! every comment and message makes my day, you're all so sweet and supportive and I feel so lucky to have such amazing people liking my writing 🥹
I've been seeing a lot of blogs doing acotar bingos and I though about doing one of my own in celebration, what do you guys think?
thank you thank you thank you again, love y'all 🫶🏽✨❤️🩹
Okay I was thinking about this the other day but how do we feel about a tamlin redemption arc? I personally think sjm has so much potential with him as a character but I also know what he did was messed up so it’s just something I think about a lot and always want other people’s inputs
what he did was messed up yeah but my guy was also fucking traumatised himself after 50 years of being responsible for literally every single person in prythian. HE was the one who was supposed to break that curse. EVERYONE was waiting for him. HE was the one who spent 50 years sending his friends to die and trying to fall in love with their killers to save everyone.
he didn’t handle it well, but like, who could he expected to? honestly like yeah it was wrong but it was a trauma response, all he ever wanted was to keep feyre safe and alive and protect her.
my real beef is the fact that for personal revenge feyre destroyed an entire court because someone gave her a panic attack. babygirl we’ve all been pushed to the point of panic attacks but we don’t actually ruin the lives of thousands of innocent people as a result.
like the people of the spring court? who just wanted to rebuild their homes and recover from the poverty? and she ruined every chance they had. she destroyed their economy and infrastructure and reputation for what? she left them vulnerable to attack and conquer for what? ridiculous behaviour. far more villainous than anything tamlin ever did.
and that nonsense about the tithe? like yeah okay it’s a shitty old tradition that needs changing. but hello where was rhys changing shitty traditions when he kept Velaris a secret from the majority of people in the night court who might’ve needed it? “the people from hewn city are savages though” right but did Mor not come from there? and we’re just gonna overlook entirely the fact that she’s supposedly the only acceptable one with absolutely no explanation for that? alright. and the Illyrians are brutes. but we’re just gonna overlook cassian and azriel and emerie and barth because it’s convenient? like all I’m saying is that these reputations are obviously generalisations and he’s in the wrong too.
if I’m being so for real right now, and I say this as somebody who fucking loves rhys, he’s not even top three best high lords.
helion, thesan and tarquin. no fucking cap these three genuinely wanted what was best for the continent at any given time. thesan hosted the high lords meeting and was pulling up ready to share technology and antidotes?? he fixed luciens eye after he saw what happened and I’ve never seen even a speck of debt for that.
tarquin really got manipulated and robbed when he would’ve been willing to help had they just asked and been honest and willing to trust, and still he didn’t declare war or march across borders which he was entitled to, he sent blood rubies. it was basically a text that said ‘hands on sight if i see u again bro’ and called it a day. he fr didn’t want beef. he opened his home to spring court people instantly after feyre had her petty revenge moment.
helion lives for the vibes and i stand by it the man was ready to fight ready to help ready to show up and show out. perfection. an angel. i see where lucien gets it. an unbothered king.
so like, tamlin. yeah. I think he got done dirty for what happened. all in all what did he really do? accidentally played a role in killing rhys’ family by spilling a location detail? alright but rhys and his father intentionally killed tamlin’s family.
locked feyre up? yeah after being abused for 50 years himself those 5 months he didn’t handle his trauma right, damn yeah he really got what he deserved 🙄
that comment at the high lord’s meeting? he was a man wounded and scarred and embarrassed and tbh it wasn’t even that bad. rhys and feyre fr overracted. azriels lil comment was quite enough. they wonder why he keeps acting up like they don’t keep making a mockery of him??? like??? I KNOW we’ve all said and done mean/petty things like that when we’re hurt, don’t deny. I’ve never brought an entire kingdom to its knees but pop off ig.
so yeah. I still love all the characters. feyre is still great. I still adore rhys. I still like tamlin.
I just think tamlin gets the most insane amount of hate compared to the actions of the other characters. he deserves his redemption arc massively.
summary: Reader always had vivid dreams due her Seer heritage. But things take a twist in her life when she wake up in a world that is not hers and the loving male that were always in her dreams shows to be very different from what she known him to be.
warning: none. but let me know if you find anything :)
words count: 1979
author's note: we're baaaack! now things will start happening more quickly and i'll try not making it too slowburn haha. i'll also include my personal theories in the story. anyway, hope you like it ❤️🩹
A whole month had passed.
The dream with little Azriel never happened again, and you didn’t know if this was good or bad. Because it wasn’t the only one to disappear, all the other dreams you used to have did.
All that surrounded your mind was what could that possibly mean. You came to Velaris because of those dreams, so it’s logical that you must need them to go back. So the possibility of not dreaming ever was starting to get the best of you.
The Shadowsinger being so wary of your being was not helpful at all. Once you talked about it with Nesta and she only said that “He’s like this. It’s nothing personal.”, but it feels extremely personal to you.
How he would stop talking about something once you enter the room, or send a bunch of his shadow to follow you through the House of Wind, and even look at you in a weird way during dinner.
Today you woke up to the rain pouring outside, the thunder humming low. When you enter the dining room to have breakfast, you find Nesta there, with a cup of tea in hand and a book in the other.
“No training today?” You ask sitting across from her and already putting a piece of strawberry pie that you found to be your favorite thing in this world.
“Headache. I’ll take the day off, since dealing with Cas and Az the whole day would only make it worse.” She said, taking a little laugh from you. You can’t even imagine what it was like to work with both of them.
“Well, today seems like a good day to relax. I don’t think the rain is gonna pass too soon.” You took the last bite from the pie.
“You’re right.” Nesta sighs. “I’m gonna give myself the privilege I didn’t have for so long: Spend the whole day in bed.”
“You deserve it!”
“Thank you! See you at dinner.” She took the last sip from her tea and exited the room going directly to the main hallway.
Unlike Nesta, you weren’t feeling so useful lately. So you think the best decision was to take your cup of tea to the library and continue your search, which you started last week but ended up in nowhere.
The floor you use to study wasn't much visited, you assumed the first time you went there. Even after having your presence for a whole week handling books and discovering shelves, all of them still have a layer of dust. And maybe the people who live here simply didn’t hold a curiosity in learning Prythian history, you thought that it would be a better option than the fact that this floor was so close to the darkness under it.
After hours of hard searching, because you are dealing with history and most of the books were written in the oldest language, your mind gets tired of it. Your tea was no longer hot and your eyes hurt from reading.
When your mind starts questioning if it was lunch time already you felt the presence. His presence. You could ignore how much it makes you uncomfortable, like you have been doing for all this time. But, today you were tired of it.
“You know I can feel when you are spying on me, right?” You say closing a book. Your back is still fronting him. “I’m just saying that, in case you didn't know, I think it would be good the information that I knew you were there all those times.” Then you finally turn to face him.
Azriel tried to not show the shock in his eyes, since this was the first time something like this was ever happening. He decides to stay silent, trying to form a sentence that wouldn’t make him sound like a stubborn child.
“Look, I don’t know what you have against me. But I already said a bunch of times that I’m willing to answer any question you have and I also said that Rhysand or Feyre can look in my mind if they want to.” You said looking into his eyes, hoping that he could see the truth in them.
You never stop being surprised with how his eyes could be so different looking at the same person. You.
“I don’t trust you.” He simply said.
Those words cut deep that you wanted to. With his low voice echoing in your head.
“Well…” You start, still gathering the right words to say and not betray how hurt you felt. “If I could help to change that, you certainly know where to find me.” You gave him a small smile that did not reach your eyes, and left the library not in the mood to continue your research anymore.
*
Azriel went straight to the River House after the quick conversation. Calling Rhys through his mind to an emergency meeting.
“You should look through her mind.” Azriel said when they entered the High Lord’s office.
“We already had this conversation a million times, Az.” Rhys says massaging his nose bridge. “She never was suspicious and never made any harm to any of us or the court.”
“Yet.”
“For Mother’s sake, Azriel.” Rhys rolls his eyes.
“I’m just saying that I think we should treat her like any stranger that enters the court out of nowhere.” Azriel said firmly with his opinion. “We gave her a roof the first day she came here. We don’t know anything about her, and I think this decision can put us in danger.”
“I wouldn’t make a decision to put any life in this court in danger, Azriel.” Rhysand's look was not friendly anymore. “And I don’t know what is happening with you lately. This is not the first time I say that you are having weird behavior.”
The Shadowsinger still remembers every word they shared in this same office in the first week you spent here.
“I’m just worried.” Az's voice was calmer this time. “I have noticed some things about her that I found strange.”
“And what would it be?”
“She can sense me around while I’m still hiding in the shadows.”
“She always had a weird connection with your shadows, we’re all working with that and she included.”
“Right. But I noticed that during her first nights, she disappeared.”
“What do you mean?”
“When she went to sleep, she just disappeared for a few hours and then came back still sleeping. She did this for two or three nights and never did it again.”
Rhys was processing the information Azriel just said, his mind working on how she was capable of doing that on the House of Wind, a place that you could not winnow in or out.
“I can ask if she gives me the permission to look into her mind.” The High Lord says. “But if she doesn't, I will not force her to do so.”
Azriel let out a sigh of relief, only nodding at his friend before leaving the office.
*
You weren’t expecting a reunion today. So when Nesta knocked on your door saying that everyone would meet in the living room, you needed to take time to fix yourself.
Everyone was already there when you arrived, and Feyre invited you to sit by her side.
“You must be wondering why we decided to do this unplanned meeting.” Rhysand says and you only nodded in confirmation. “We all want to help you to find answers and we need answers as well…”
“You want to look into my mind.” You finish his sentence.
You couldn’t keep your eyes from looking at Azriel for half a second. Remembering the convo early this morning.
“I’m only doing this with your permission and firstly, if you are comfortable with it.”
“You can look at it.” You look into his eyes, transmitting all the confidence you could gather.
Rhys took the spot in the chair in front of you. The first thing he did once he entered your mind was make himself present. He could be sneaky if he wanted to, you knew that from other experiences with Ruhn even if he only entered to communicate.
“I’ll show you everything and some things may need an answer. But I would prefer to answer all questions you may have privately.”
“You have my word.”
And you showed him everything.
The first of your dreams, the work you have been doing with your friends in Crescent City, your life with them and the University. Till what happened the day you came to their world, the fight with the strange creature and your last dream.
“The creature that attacked you was a kelpie.” Rhys said once he left your mind with all the information he needed.
The atmosphere of the room that was thick with expectation suddenly turns into shock and worry.
“A kelpie? In my world they look very different.” You say mostly to yourself.
“What do they look like?” Nesta asks to you.
“They are species that belong to the House of Many Waters. They are shapeshifters that appear mostly as a black horse and sometimes in a human form.”
“If those things were supposed to look like humans they are in the wrong shape.” Nesta says remembering her own fight with the creatures. That got a fit of laughter from everyone in the room.
“Thank you for showing me, (Y/N). Now that we have more details, maybe we can help you more.” Rhys said, offering you a soft smile.
“Since everyone is here, we should all take dinner together.” Cassian says and we all agreed.
“I will take Nyx and be back.” Feyre says going to the balcony with wings already appearing in her back.
“We can talk now if you want to.” The High Lord offers and you give him a nod.
He leads you to the private library of the house. Much smaller than the one the priestesses work, but as beautiful.
You both sit on a couch near a window. You loved every view of this place, because Velaris was beautiful in every angle and every weather.
“I put a sound barrier and a shadow barrier, so we can talk freely.”
“What do you want to know?” You ask the male in front of you.
“You only dream with Azriel specifically, do you have any idea why?”
“No. I’ve been waiting for this answer and a bunch of other ones for a long time too, but the only one answer was learning his name when I arrived.”
“I’ve dreamed with Feyre before we met each other too…” He says with an expecting look that makes your cheeks warm.
“You think we are mates?” Rhys only smiles. “Well I bet that your dreams with Feyre were not like those, and I am certain that she wasn’t from another world.”
“Well, you’re right. But that can still be a possibility.” He took an invisible dust from his pants. “Warn me if those dreams return, we see what we can do to help.”
“I’ll let you know.”
“Also, Azriel commented to me that you disappear while sleeping. Do you have any explanation for that? Because people weren’t supposed to be able to winnow from here.”
You gave him a questioning look. A million questions going through your mind.
“Disappear? I don’t have the power to winnow.”
“He said that it happened on your initial nights.” Rhys was also confused. “You don’t remember exiting in the middle of the night?”
“No. Those nights I only dreamed.”
Then Rhysand started to connect all the points. He also didn’t see you in any other place besides your dreams, so you disappearing did not make sense. And he would know if you manipulated any of the memories.
The fact was that there were only dreams. Vivid dreams.
“I think that your dreams are where you disappeared to.”
first, i want to apologize for the time being inactive. my last month was chaotic in every way it could possibly be!!! i got a new job, got a new phone, the phone was stolen and had my final uni exams!
that leads us to the second thing: winter break in my country! and that means that i'll have more time to write and this weekend this blog will be updated! tomorrow i'll post a new chapter of ceilings and i'll also work on some requests.
as always, thank you for your patience and ser you all soon! ❤️🩹
Today was hair care day technically it started last night with me oiling my hair and all I could think about was how much I would love to have someone preferably Azriel gently taking care of my hair🥺🥺
no, but imagine him walking out the bath and seeing you brushing your hair. he would just take the hair comb out of your hand and start doing it for you 😭✋🏽
he would put it in a braid so your hair locks don't tangle during your sleep, and he's been practicing doing braids for a >long< time just so he can do it for you and THAT'S A FACT.
lately i've been thinking about a lucien x reader where reader is part of the band of exiles and they go on multiple adventures just like the six of crows of shadow&bone 😔🤚🏽
summary: this was inspired on sweet nothing by taylor swift.
warnings: none
words count: 1035
author's notes: this is for all Mor girlies that requested something (there was a lot of them), hope you like it 💗
Mor loved how she could sneak into your apartment and feel like she was in a bubble of happiness.
She loved that she didn't have to share you with her chaotic life.
She loved that while the world around her was expecting the greatest things, you were expecting from her nothing at all.
She loved all of this because with you she could be not the Mor of the Inner Circle, or The Morrigan, even less Truth Speaker. Mor was just Mor, the female you fell in love with 5 months ago.
It was near dinner time. The whole day was with meetings to discuss work in the Continent, and Mor was feeling exhausted. When Rhys said the last word, she was quick to vanish the River House.
The smell of the food filled her nostrils as soon as she passed the front door. She could hear your soft hum in the kitchen, a cute trait that you always did while concentrating on doing something.
When you feel her arms wrap around your waist, you don't shift or get scared, a sign of how well your body knows hers.
“A tough day, I presume.” You say while stopping mixing the pan so your arms can rest upon hers.
“You know me that well, don’t you?”
You take the pan out off the stove, and turn around to face her.
“Did something bad happen or is it just too much work?”
“Too much work.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No…” Her thumb caresses your cheekbone. “I want to run away from all of it with you.”
“Well, we can run away this whole night from it. Hide from the world around us to get some peace.”
“Like I always do.”
You feel her change of demeanor. It was not the first time you both had this conversation.
“Mor, I already said to you that we don't have to rush anything you’re not ready to do yet.” You hold her face between your hands.
“I know…”
“You don't have to prove this to anyone, and most importantly, you don't have to prove anything to me. You think I didn't know where I was leading myself to? I choose you and I’m willing to do it again and again if I have to.”
The blond remembered the last time you said exactly the same words to her, after a night with the Inner Circle where they were sharing love experiences. She wanted so badly to talk about you, and how proud she was of loving someone and being loved after so many years, but she got scared.
And all her friends having mates but you both not sharing a mate bond yet, even when she was sure she never loved someone this hard, didn't help with her insecurity.
“I don't care if a mating bond never happens.” You said that night. “I don't care if people say it's a punishment for our love, and this was never supposed to happen at all.”
“The love I feel for you is stronger than any mating bond could ever be, Mor.”
That's the words you said, and it was what she needed.
She also remembered how you kissed every part of her body to seal the words like a prophecy. That night was the first time in her whole life that she really felt at home.
After dinner you were both lying in your bed, sharing caresses and soft kisses in a comfortable silence, the crickets outside the window singing lullabies. Her head in your chest and hands playing with your fingers, while your arms rested around her back.
“I think I want to talk about it.” She says for the first time in an hour.
“Go on, love.”
“It's just…” she took a deep breath. “Everyone seems to be expecting me to always be strong and resilient. To always have a plan in mind and be able to sort out all the situations.”
Her voice was low, a sign that she was sharing a secret never shared between you, and a difficult one.
Your hand starts soothing her blond locks trying to keep her at peace.
“But the truth is that I am not. Not at all.” Her arms around your waist get tighter. “I’m not that strong for all of it.”
“And it’s okay. You don't have to.”
“Not with you.”
“Not with anyone. Mor, if you’re not comfortable doing it anymore, set limits.”
“I’m scared of what they would think.”
“It doesn't matter. Besides, they’re your family, they will understand.”
“Thank you.”
When you looked down at her, she was already looking at you, the amber eyes with shining little dots like the stars in the sky above your head.
“You're so beautiful, you know that?” You put a strand of hair behind her ear, no piercings in sign since she recently bathed.
“Hearing from you always hits differently.” She says closing the space between your lips.
Everytime you two kissed it was like a starstruck. You felt like your lips were made to kiss each other, but it can be your mind drowning in too much love.
Her hands quickly find your hair, tangling her fingers in your locks. Her leg wrapped around your middle.
“You want to meet them?” Mor asked when you stopped to catch a breath.
“You want me to meet them?” You shifted in bed, adjusting your weight in one arm to have a better look on her face.
“Yes… I do.”
You kept looking at her face for any sign of regret, but she didn't show any, and you always read her like an open book.
“We will have our traditional family dinner this weekend.” She said and pressed her lips like she was thinking if she should say the next thing or not.
“And?”
She pressed her eyelids, releasing a breath she didn't even know she was holding.
“I told them that I wanted them to meet someone.”
“Alright.”
“You’re okay with it?”
“Yes, my love. I’ll be there with you.”
And that's what Morrigan loved about you, you were always with her and never for her.
You never expected any reward from being in her life, except her sweet nothings.
origamiaround
kianamaiart
dailybridgerton
germansingergirl
izzy806
stormborns
