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ACOTAR fic, part 2

As I exited the dining hall, I loosed a breath, and I began to walk back to my chambers-not fast, so’s not to draw attention to myself. I passed many faces on the way to my rooms, High Fae, lesser Fae, I gave them all bland smiles, being the High Lord’s pretty pet they all expected me to be. As I was beginning to near my chambers, I heard footsteps behind me, and turned to see Lucien standing there, the sun shone through the glass panels at the end of the hall and it made his skin glow and his red, coppery hair shine so brightly it looked like it had been set alight.

He stepped closer to me, and I gave him a genuine smile. He seemed to be just as shocked as I was at this. Had he again been the only one to notice how miserable I had become in this place? As I stared at him, I waited for him to say whatever he came to find me for.

Another second passed, as we just curiously stared at each other. “Care to take a stroll in the gardens with me?” Lucien asked casually, but in his face, his eyes, it seemed as though he wanted to say more.

I needed to prepare, prepare how I was going to reveal all the truths that had been hidden these many, many long months. But his eyes seemed to plead with me, whether he was aware of his silent begging I was unsure. I gave him a curt nod, but asked him to wait a moment while I went into my bedroom to recieve a shawl. I entered my rooms and looked towards my bed and saw something lying on it; a dress-from the Night Court, a pair of silk slippers and a crown that sat atop a black velvet cushion. I sucked in a breath between my teeth as I saw the note that lay with it, with a pen lying beside it this time. I quickly shoved all of this in the closet, delicately so’s not to damage the crown or rumple the exquisite dress. I shoved the note into one of the drawers of my desk, and reminded myself that later, later I would send Rhys a reply asking him why in hell he would send these here when anyone, any member of this court could have walked in and saw what was blatantly a Queen’s crown and dress, worse, an enemies crown and dress.

I quickly remembered to grab a shawl that I came into retrieve and rushed outside into the hall where Lucien was still leaning on the wall. He nodded his head towards the stairwell to indicate which way we would go. We walked in comfortable silence, down the stairs, and then out of the manor completely. We carried on walking in silence until we reached the spot in the gardens that was farthest away from the manor and the space that also happened to be surrounded by hedges that towered around us, when he gently grabbed my elbow, silently asking me to stop. He looked around as if to be sure that there no one else was around.

“I know what you are, who you are.” He said, not a question, but a statement. I stared back at him with an innocent expression as if to say I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Lucien started again, “I’m not afraid of you, I won’t tell them, him.” I waited for him to finish what he desperately wanted to say. “I want to help you. Help you with… whatever these plans you have been scheming.”

I didn’t say anything, I stayed silent, calculating the risk of telling Lucien-my friend of my plans. Lucien stared at me incredulously while i was still debating.

“Please,” that word clanged through me, “Please, Feyre, I want out of this court. It’s not right what they’re doing here.” He didn’t need to say their names for me to understand-Ianthe and Tamlin, planning for the arrival of Hybern’s forces. “I want to see her… my mate.” his voice, so vunerable, at this my eyes softened.

I may have been stupid, but the way my friend looked at me, he reminded me of myself in a way. Trapped in a place he no longer wanted to be, I refused to keep him here, I wouldn’t let him break-break like I did. So I told him everything, what I planned to reveal tonight.

After I was finished I looked at him and I could see that he understood, understood why I came back here. As he turned his back to me to walk to the manor, I said “One last thing Lucien,” It had taken me a while to accept his actions, but “I forgive you. I know you had tried, and I forgive you.”

I recieved a small smile from him, he nodded his thanks but his eyes still seemed to say sorry, sorry for not trying harder to save me.
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Once I returned to my rooms, I slid the lock home on my door so no one could disturb me. I pulled the note out from my drawer, and read my mate’s writing. For my Queen, I wish I was there to see how delicious you look.
I blushed, how was my mate able to make me blush when he was on the other side of Prythian? I wrote back to him, Anyone could have walked in and saw this lying on my bed. before the note could vanish I quickly wrote I wish you could see me too.
Within seconds the note had returned with the words Have you missed my irresistable touch? I sat there, and i could imagine the smirk that was across his face as he wrote that.
Prick. I watched the note vanish, back to my mate.

I stood and headed towards the closet, which held my Night Court attire. I first pulled out the gown, it was a blue black colour which sparkled like the night sky, and it had a plunging neckline. I carefully put it on, and I was hit by smells of my home, of Rhys that clung to it, and I embraced that small comfort. Next I slipped on the black silk slippers, and I once again felt comfortable, wearing the clothes I adored so much. I sat before my vanity, using the tricks Mor taught me by darkening my lashes and sweeping a line of kohl at the outer corner of each eye. I painted my full lips a bloodred colour, almost identical to the shade of Amren’s drink of choice-Lamb’s blood. I arranged my hair into loose curls, and sweeped some away from my face with combs that were near invisible in my hair.

Finally I stood up and walked over to the chest of drawers I’d set my crown upon. I stared at it for a moment, at the sheer beauty of it, the power it seemed to exude, and I thought about how once something like this would have scared me, but not anymore-I embraced it, the power, I knew it wasn’t something to run from, to hide from. I picked it up and delicately placed it upon my head. I took long, elegant strides towards to mirror, and glanced at myself, and after so many months, I finally recognised myself, and I felt beautiful.
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I slipped into Tamlin’s mind, and looked through his eyes to see Ianthe and Lucien loundging across the settee in front of him. Once i knew where they were, I winnowed to them bringing the darkness, the shadows and the stars along with me.

I stared each and every one of them in the eyes, and turned the corners of my mouth into a small, cruel smile that I knew could terrify even the strongest warriors. “It seems as though the High Lady of the Night Court has infiltrated your walls.”

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So this is part 2 I guess? I want to thank everyone who read, liked and/or reblogged part 1, it meant a lot to me! I’m not a confident writer so it did mean a lot, thank you. I hoped you enjoyed this part as well :)
Also I’m not sure howto link part one, so if someone could help me out that would be appreciated lol

FRIENDLY REMINDER

FEYRE AND HER MATE AND THEIR COURT ARE GONNA KICK TAMLIN’S BUTT BY BEING SUPER SNEAKY SPIES

Things That Need to Happen in ACOWAR

○ Feyre gets all the courts to help the Night Court defeat Hybern

○ Rhysand and Feyre send love notes together on that magical piece of paper

○ Mor and Azriel need to finally release those 500 years of slow burning tension and FINALLY be together!

○ Cassian’s wings are healed. Please. Spare him.

○ Nesta and Elain adjust to being fae. Granted it will take time, but they embrace it and defend their younger sister.

○ Nesta and Cassian. Training together. I can feel the heat of those steamy scenes now!

○ Lucien assists Feyre and realizes how wrongly he has been treated in the Spring Court

○ Lucien asking Feyre about Elain and gets to actually know more about his mate through her sister

○  Rhysand and Feyre reuniting and kicking some serious fae butt. #relationshipgoals

○ The whole inner circle squad taking down Hybern and showing the courts that the Night Court is NOT evil.

○ Rhysand’s true form. I am just super curious and hopefully he uses it to strike fear in Tamlin and Ianthe.

○ Hybern dies. Ianthe and Tamlin are gone for good.

○ Everyone else LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER and eventually they are one big happy family that grows in time with new children being born!! Perks if Taraquin volunteers to babysit and the kiddos almost flatten a building…just like either their father or uncle Cassian did years ago.

Friendly Reminder

Rhys’ mother had to starve herself amongst other things, throughout her teenage years to try prevent herself from getting her period because illyrian sexism is so strong that she would get her wings clipped, which happened to be one of the only things in life that gave her a little happiness

Feyre, Rhys and Cassian watching Beauty and the Beast

Rhys: I don’t like this movie
Feyre: …
Rhys: Basically it’s a story of Stockholm Syndrome!
Feyre: Rhys..
Rhys: And after the end of the curse? Maybe he’ll close Belle in the castle!
Feyre: Rhys, come on..
Rhys: I’m not Gaston!
Feyre: Nobody said that you’re Gaston!
Cassian: Feyre if you are Belle and Tamlin is the Beast, Rhys is Gaston!
Feyre: OH GOD
Rhys: If I’m Gaston, Cassian is Lefou!
Cassian: I’m not Lefou!

Rhysand is much better than Tamlin
  • Feyre: I don't want to go live with you.
  • Tamlin: I don't care. You're coming with me or dying.
  • Rhysand: I waited until you called for me to come rescue you.
  • Feyre: I want to leave.
  • Tamlin: I don't care, you're staying. You're mine. I'll lock you in this house.
  • Rhysand: I'll teach you how to read and put up mental blocks until the week is up...and won't lock you in a house if we argue.
  • Feyre: I want to learn how to fight.
  • Tamlin: No. That sends a message.
  • Rhysand: *shouts over shoulder* Cassian! Come train Feyre how to fight!
  • Feyre: I want to go with you wherever it is you leave to.
  • Tamlin: No.
  • Rhysand: Okay. I'll personally winnow or fly you to wherever we're going to go.
  • Feyre: I don't want to wear these dumb dresses.
  • Tamlin: Suck it up. You're wearing them. Any other clothes send a message.
  • Rhysand: Okay. How do Illyrian fighting leathers sound? Night Court clothes? You're not a doll. You don't have to wear those dresses.
  • Feyre: When we're married will I be a High Lady?
  • Tamlin: There's no such thing as a High Lady.
  • Rhysand: "She is my mate. And my spy. And she is the High Lady of the Night Court." "Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court."

Rhys: *throws stars* Dog goes woof
Lucien: no
Rhys: *drapes over piano* Cat goes meow
Rhys: *puts rose between teeth* Bird goes tweet
Lucien: nO
Rhys: *Kicks leg up* and mouse goes squeek
Rhys: *kicks other leg up* Cow goes moo
Lucien: *beats head against wall* pleASE
Rhys: *winnows* Frog goes croak
Rhys: *kisses feyre* and the elephant goes toot
Lucien: stOP
Rhys: *winks over shoulder* Ducks say quack
Rhys: *flaps bat wings* and fish go blub
Lucien: FeyRE PLEASE HELP
Rhys: *shoots up and twirls* and the seal goes ow ow ow ow ow
Rhys: *throws more stars* But theres one sound
Lucien: by thE CAULDRON RHYS
Rhys: *winnows* That no one knows
Rhys: *in Lucien’s ear* What does the Lucien say 
Lucien:

She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard. “And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head.” I tried not to shiver, as Cassian and Mor showed no reaction at all. “And once Feyre is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind your bones to dust.
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(ACOMAF pg. 444)

GUYYSSS this is everything. The fact that Rhys is threatening them, and it sounds like he’d kick their asses if they hurt her

BUT THEN you realize he’s talking about Feyre and how she’ll be doing the ass kicking while he cheers her on from the sidelines

BECAUSE his mate is a BAMF and she is a weapon who can handle herself.

Originally posted by fitnessua