DON’T BLAME NESTA, blame the moonshine!
Summary: You try to talk to Nesta before they send her to the house of wind. Cassian and Azriel were supposed to watch you. Now you’re drunk and they are in trouble.
Paring: Rhysand/Feyre/reader
They were going to be so pissed. Nesta was going to wake up tomorrow in the Hewn city, Amren was going to be on training duty for the younglings for a month, and the title of brother would be stripped of Cass and Az before the sun had fully risen. At least Mor was safe since she was still out of town. You had convinced your two loving mates that you should try to talk to Nesta. Try and offer her an ear from someone who is known to not judge.
Amren and the boys were tasked with supervising, from a distance. Little did you know that Nesta’s hate for Rhys looked like a warm embrace compared to her disdain and loathing for you. She agreed to meet you at Rita’s at least. Of course you said you would pay and that you wouldn't go blabbing to your mates about anything she said to you.
Somehow that had ended with you so drunk that Az was carrying you while Cass scoped out the entrance to the river house to make sure the coast was clear. Amren had stayed behind to try and sooth Rita's anger after Nesta had somehow gotten you to break a table in half. And a chair. While arm wrestling several of the retired soldiers having a reunion.
In hind sight they probably should have sat a little closer to your guys' table. And Az should have been the one doing the sneaking. Cass should have been the one carrying the extremely inebriated, luckily sleeping, Illirian down several streets and into the house. It had been about an hour since you fell asleep, maybe more since Az kept stopping to make sure you were breathing. He didn’t put poisoning you past Nesta.
“My Love is that you? I’m surprised you were out so late. Feyra was minutes from convincing me to head down there to collect you.” The high lord's voice came from down the hall to their left, so they went right.
Unfortunately for them, his voice was enough to wake you. “Babe? They have me in the art room. I think.” They were in fact in the art room. And she chose the worst verbiage possible, as they could tell from the enraged ‘WHAT!’ that also came from their left
Cas was quick to yell, ” We are they, it's just us.” A sigh was the only response.
Rhysand was in the room swiftly, reaching out for you. “Oh my love. What happened?” It was clear from his tone that the second half was for them. Az handed you over, you snuggled into Rhys’ neck. “You were supposed to be watching over her. You quite literally had one damn job divided amongst the three of you. You can wage war but not watch two females have a conversation a few tables away from you?”
“BAAAAAaabe, don't be mean.” You cried, pouting slightly. Lifting your head to look at him. “ Why is your face so serious? It's too late in the night to be soooooo serious.”
He sighed again and nuzzled your cheek. “You are very right my love ,I’m so very sorry. Will you forgive me?”
“Of course. Where is our darling?” you say as your head lulls back to his shoulder, eyes growing heavy again.
“She is in bed, as you should be my love. Ill bring you up while my brothers brew us all some tea.” His eyes flash to his brothers but end up back to you as your eyes droop. “ Hopefully they can manage to do so without burning down our brand new kitchen.”
“Babe, pleeaase. Be nice to them, and bring me to our darling, please”
He climbed the stairs to the second floor without looking away from your face. “My love what happened, hmmm? What did the mean lady do to my little bird?”
Opening you eyes slightly with a pinched look and another pout. “Nothing happened.”
“Mmhmm, we drank and chatted. And drank. A lot. My head hurts a bit.”
He scoffed, “I can imagine it will be far worse tomorrow, my love. What exactly had you so gone that you fell asleep in the wrong man's arms.”
“You’re talking about your brothers Rhys, I trust them enough to get me home. And moonshine, Rita had a new shipment of blackberry moonshine from the humans that is delicious with some lemon fairy wine. I think once she's not so mad at me I can convince Rita to name that cocktail after me.”
“Why is Rita mad at you?” Feyre asked as you both entered your room “ Why is Rhys carrying you, what happened.” She jumped out of the bed and was by your side in seconds.
“Put me on my feet please babe. Im fine Fey, Im just sobering rather quickly from the human alcohol mixed with fairy wine. I'm a little bit dizzy,” Rhysand placed you on your feet, you swayed instantly. Causing Rhys to pick you up again. “ Maybe more than a little bit.”
Rhys huffed “Why is Rita mad at you, Love? What did Nesta and you do?”
“Don’t blame Nesta, or your brothers when you go down there. It was my idea to speak with her. And I think it was my idea to arm wrestle the second guy. And the third.” I try to defend her.
Feyre's brows shot up while Rhysands lowered with his glare. “Maybe we can discuss this in the morning. I do believe our love is needing to rest. Set her down in the dressing room please Rhys, I'll get her changed for bed while you go speak to them.” He did just that following Feyre into the dressing room and setting you on to the chase. “Thank you Rhys, now go ask those idiots why our little bird looks like she got run over by a moose.”
“Hey!” You yelled, followed by an “ow” as the volume of your own voice made your head hurt even more. “Rhys I need some of that tea please, I think my head is trying to open my skull from the inside.”
“Yes my love I will prepare your tea. Now get ready for bed, listen to Feyre. We will talk about this after breakfast tomorrow. If I’m not up shortly ill have the tea brought to you. Okay?” Rhys said cupping your cheek as Fey brought one of your favorite night gowns over.
You shook your head slightly, “No. I need you and tea, please.” Stopping the shaking almost instantly. “ I need you and Fey, and my tea in bed so that my head stops pounding, and my heart can settle.”
“You heard her Rhys, go yell at them quickly and come to bed.” Feyre said as she helped you step out of your pants.
“As the wind Feyre Darling.”
He kissed you both before leaving the dressing room. “My Darling, what is a moose?” You ask as Feyre guides the straps up your arms.
She laughs in response, shaking her head slightly. “ A big dear my love. Now how much do you want to bet that they forgot to put water in the kettle?”
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