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Azriel: Allow me to introduce myself.
Azriel: My name is Azriel.
Azriel: So if any of you have anything else you’d like to say to my high lady, I will drag you outside and we will handle this Night Court Style.
Feyre: Why are you always blaming Eris for everything?
Azriel: Well, somebody has to, or he’ll go through life thinking there’s nothing wrong with him.
Feyre: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.
Cassian: Mine just says "Cass, no."
Feyre: I want you to apply it to every possible situation
Feyre: What are you in the mood for?
Rhysand: World domination.
Feyre: That's a bit ambitious.
Rhysand: You are my world.
Feyre: Aww...
[long pause]
Feyre: OH.
Inner Circle Headcanons
Spoiler warning! This is all based after Acowar, if you haven't read the a court of thrones and roses series go read it! Sarah Mass is a writing goddess! I love her books!
-Feyre told Rhys that he didn't know true pain until he wore heels
-Rhys isn't gonna back down from a challenge so he says
-"alright I'll try yours on."
-Feyre: "No! Your fat feet will stretch them out, I like these heels."
-*gasp of utter betrayal* "my feet are not fat, they're gorgeous!"
-"You have sweaty man feet."
-"Your being sexist!"
-Cassian walked in on the conversation and nearly pissed himself laughing
-Mor came out to the inner circle by making a joke about being as straight as pasta or something
-they all stared at her and Feyre was silently plotting threats if any of them dared to say something nasty
-then Cassian yells "I knew it! The only way you would've been able to resist me was if you were gay!"
-Nesta smacks Cassian upside the head
-Amren sips her drink and says it was "about time she owned up to it"
-Rhys makes a joke about her being the gay cousin and gets kicked in the shins by Feyre
-Rhys quickly said he was joking and "would except Mor no matter what"
-Mor is sooo happy but then looks at Azriel
-Azriel smiles, bittersweet, and simply nods
-but that simple nod means the world to Mor
-to celebrate they went and partied at Rita's
-they all had horrible hangovers the next morning
-Feyre and Rhys may or may not have had a quickie in the kitchen
-they also may or may not have been walked in on
-Elain quickly apologized and ran out to bleach her eyes
-Rhys laughed and Feyre glared at him
-Mor somehow convinced Nesta and Elain to go sledding with her because Feyre and Rhys were "busy" finishing up in the kitchen
-everything was fine except for a sudden intervention of a pine tree
-they wiped out big time and came back to the house of wind soaked in snow and covered in mud with pine needles in their hair and splinters in their fingers
-Azriel nearly had a heart attack when he saw them
-He patched them up, giving the girls his signature disappointed mother look
-Elain apologized and started crying for being irresponsible
-Azriel said that it was fine and next time she should try to avoid the pine tree
-Elain giggled and Az was down, like oh man
-Mor saw this and smiled like the Cheshire Cat
-Her and Feyre totally ship it
-Someone "cough cough" Cassian "cough" decided it was a good idea to spike Amren's drink
-she got drunk
-Amren and Mor were the life of the dance floor until Amren disappeared without a trace
-When she didn't show back up in the morning they got worried
-Cassian said to "let her find her way back home"
-Feyre smacked him upside the head
-Cassian gets smacked upside the head a lot
-Azriel found Amren in a fountain
-in the summer court
-with Varian
"There you are, I've been looking for you" -Rhysand
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hi! can I request a Rhysand from ACOTAR x reader where she is actually his mate but he had made his choice with Feyre and she is just soo heartbroken by it but instead later on she and Azriel fell in love and it all works out in the end? thank you!
A/n: Sure you can love, I am so so sorry for how long its taken ne to get to these. My inbox is so full and I'm just useless. Hope y'all enjoy- constructive criticism is welcome, but as always please be polite 😊🥰
The Next World
Rhysand looked over the small female. She was High Fae, but her stature was petite and fragile.
She was beautiful, but in his eyes, she was no Feyre. He had already comitted to Feyre, already vowed himself to her.
He loved Feyre, but he did not love the female in front of him.
Why did it have to be this way? She was so nice, so deserving of love and so deserving of a mate. And now he had to break her heart
He glanced at her eyes for a moment, then looked away. This isn't fair. His mate wasn't coming. That's why he chose Feyre in the first place and now there can be no one else.
Her eyes were welled up with tears and despite her begging, she knew what was coming.
Rhysand forced himself to look her in the eyes as he spoke, no matter how much harder it made things.
"I'm sorry. I've made my choice. You should probably go." He tried to say it gently, but the words sounded harsh even to his own ears.
Rhys winced, it was as if he could see he heart in her eyes, it was as if he was watching it physically break.
Without another word, she turned and walked towards the front door of the estate, no tears left her eyes until she felt the fresh breeze of the city on her face.
Why did her mate find a love away from her? How was that fair at all? How was she going to face the Inner Circle tomorrow, knowing about the bond.
Knowing that it will never be accepted. Feeling as though she will never be accepted.
She felt numb. But she also hurt.
How can you feel nothing, but also be hurting at the same time? How was that fair?
She seemed to be asking herself that question a lot lately, and as she pushed open the door to a bar hoping to drink away her sorrows, she realized: nothing is fair.
Not in this world and not in the next.
Sighing, she makes her way to a secluded little corner at the bar, trying to avoid being seen by Cassian, Azriel and Mor who were all laughung and drinking together.
It felt like a taunt, they were happy now and they could go home and sleep well and the next day when the time came to visit Feyre and Rhys, there would be no hesitation. They would be greeted with smiles and hugs.
They would be greeted with love. And she would not.
When the bartender brought her her drink she smiled and slurped half of it down in one go. Her face felt cold from residual tears and her eyes felt stiff and dry.
She looked back up to the group she was trying to avoid only to realise that Azriel was no longer there.
Probably gone home, maybe with another female, or even a male. To be happy, or at least content with another for tonight.
The concept felt so far away, she felt as if she'd never be happy again. Especially with someone else.
A warm hand covered her shoulder and she turned around quickly, whipping out a fisted hand, only for her wrist to be caught.
Shadows curled around her wrist and reached up her arm. With a gasp, she inspected the intruder's face and realised that Azriel was standing behind her.
"Why the long face?" He asked and as much as she wanted to retort back, as soon as she opened her mouth, her throat closed up and tears burned behind her eyes again.
She looked away from the male and stared into the half-empty cup in her hands.
"What's up buttercup?" He asked again, sliding into the stool next to her and craning his neck to see her face.
She looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Did you just say 'What's up buttercup?'?" She asked and he gave a small smile as he nodded.
"What's wrong with that?" She shook my head at his words.
"Nothing. It's just stranger hearing the word buttercup slip from the spymaster's lips in such a playful way." She told him, wishing she could smile.
She enjoyed being around Azriel, he made her laugh and he made her feel comfortable. But right now, it felt so impossibly hard to feel happy.
"I'm not the spymaster right now. I'm Azriel, your friend and I'm here to help. Now, you gonna keep a secret from the spymaster?" He nudged her side and she ket out a sigh.
"I thought you weren't the spymaster tonight?"
"Well not actively. But it's not like I can just turn it off." He shrugged cockily. If it was any other day she would've laughed. She tried, but it felt as though she would never laugh again.
"Az... Rhysand is my mate." Shock clanged through him at her words.
"What?"
"He's my mate. And he doesn't want me."
"Oh my god."
🔸️
It had been a week since Rhysand's rejection and no one from the Inner Circle had seen Y/n since.
Except for Azriel.
She didn't show up for lunch the next day and she didn't appear for any meetings or meet-ups.
Mor and Cassian were worried and guilt was eating at Feyre, she felt it was her fault.
Rhysand was destroyed by guilt, he hadn't seen her in person since everything went down, but though the bond was quieting, it was as if he could feel her heartbreak through the bond.
But he could also feel something else, he didn't know what it was, but he thinks it is the reason he can feel the bond breaking.
Azriel had been spending all his spare moments with her, dedicating himself to making her feel better and helping her realise that she doesn't need a mate to be happy.
She doesn't need Rhys.
And she knows. She doesn't need Rhys, she has never needed him. The bomd had made her mind go whacky.
If she had let it continue taking over herself, she may have needed him. She was ready to as well, then Azriel put his hand on her shoulder.
Azriel smiled at her and got her to tell him what was happening.
Azriel called her a buttercup.
She hadn't smiled that night, but when she went to bed she questioned herself.
Why dodn't she smile that night? Azriel makes her smile. Why is she letting Rhysamd get in the way of that.
Of everything.
He doesn't want her and while it hurts, there is nothing she can do about it.
But she can find someone who does want her.
Her friends want her, maybe not in the way she would've been with a mate, but they love her and they want her.
A knock sounded on the door and everyone fell silent. They knew the scent and they knew who was at the door.
Feyre went to answer.
The group couldn't see what was happening, but they could hear the words exchanged.
"Y/n..."
"Is everyone here already?"
"Y/n I-" Feyre was cut off by a thumping noise.
Did she punch her?
The group got off the couch and walked into the entry hall to see Y/n and Feyre standing there wrapped in a hug.
Feyre was whispering 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' and Y/n was just shaking her head.
Rhysand gave a soft smile at the scene in front of him. Through the slightly crumbling bond between them, he could feel Y/n healing.
When Feyre and Y/n pulled apart, everyone wanted their turn. There was almost a line in front of her while they waited for their hug too.
Rhys could feel Y/n's hesitation amd he didn't want to push it so he didn't get in line.
Then it was Azriel's turn.
He engulfed her and her small body pretty much disappeared into his as they hugged.
He squeezed her tightly and they stayed like that for a long moment, longer than the rest, inhaling each other's scents and revelling in the comfort of one another.
Rhys noticed. And he smiled. He knew why she was healing.
🔸️
It had been almost five months since Rhys had rejected the mating bond between him and Y/n.
If you looked really, really hard, it was still there. But it was faint and he could no longer feel her emotions, hear any words she let down the bond. It was pretty much non-existent.
And Y/n no longer cared. Of course she cared about Rhysand. They were still friends, in fact they were quite close after everything that had happened.
But she didn't need him the way she might've. She did need Azriel though.
And Azriel needed her.
They sat together on Azriel's couch, well, they layed together.
Azriel layed on the couch and she lay on top of him, his arms around her waist and keeping her from slipping off.
"Y/n?"
She hummed in response, but her eyes were still glazed over sleepily.
"Do you ever wish Rhys had picked you?" His voice was quiet.
"No." She replied with absolutely no hestitation.
"Why?"
"Because I love you and I am happier with you than I could ever be with Rhys. It's almost as if I left Rhys in the world behind me. You are my new world. And I would never wish for anything else." Her words were sweet, her voice was smooth and her eyes were soft.
Azriel was overcome with the love he felt for her. He lifted his wings up and wrapped them around her body tightly.
She felt warm and safe wrapped up in his arms and wings, surrounded by his scent and his love and also his shadows.
They weren't mates, but it didn't matter. They were in love.
This model is ethereal
Feyre's night court attire ✨
Feyre, you are so loved 🫶🏼
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It’s so refreshing to hear this perspective amid all the Feyre haters on my page 😭♥️
Mama Feyre is so precious to me 🥹
So very precious😭💞
I think Feyre being a mom is very important. Feyre is the main character, and normally we see them as this badass, sassy and brutal character who wields a sword or a dagger and kills anyone who's on her way.
Feyre is different. She's badass but also has a soft heart. She can be vicious when it comes to it but she also cares for those who deserve it. Feyre will wield her bow and arrows when necessary, when it's about her family. Not because she enjoys the killing. She will protect her people at any cost no matter what.
Her being a mom shows that while she's fierce and a warrior, she also has her feminine side and gets to choose to be a mother. There was a part of her life where she couldn't show femininity, couldn't dress in fancy clothes and had to be tough for others and herself. Then there was another part of her life in which she was forced to be soft and play dresses and her purpose was to be a symbol of peace to others and bear the High Lord's children. But now she can be anything that her heart wants.
She can wear Illyrian gear, wield a sword and fight for her people. At the same time, she can open an art class and hold a painting brushes. She can wear dresses and feel good in them. She can wear crowns and have people bow and kneel to her but also be selfless and down to earth so she helps people fix their buildings after the attack, to the point of forcing her to leave. She can choose to be a mother with the love of her life…
And that's why she's absolutely precious to me🥹❤️🩹
A new beginning (platonic)
A/n: this is mostly just to figure out different perspectives and stuff. Enjoy!
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Y/n was in the arms of a stranger, she struggled and kicked and yelled horrible words to get rid of the skin to skin contact. It felt like fire, like the hands of her parents always harsh and too hot. Always hitting, up until the House had went up in flames and when she tried to run these strong arms banded around her. Her puny 23 years of muscle couldn’t do a thing. But y/n still hit, tried to get him to let go, even if it meant dropping to her death.
Eventually they arrived at a house, more like a mansion, and he let go of her when they reached solid ground again. “This is the River House, you will be safe here. My name is Azriel and you’re in the night court. The high lord will be here soon.” Azriel’s voice was like pure darkness, suffocating, but comforting at the same time. He offered his elbow but y/n didn’t take it, instead opting to follow him into the house.
Azriel made tea for her and set it on the table. She sat down just as the high lord and high lady came in. The high lady stepped forward.
“Hello y/n, my name is Feyre and this is my mate, Rhysand. I’m sorry for your losses but if you allow us to see your memories, we can find and capture the people responsible.” Y/n eyed the couple warily before responding.
“Thank you for your condolences but my parents beat me all the time so I am not that sad to see them go. However those strangers did just burn my house so I will let you see who they were.” She took a sip of her tea before setting it down and lowering her mental shield. A dark presence entered her mind and sifted through her memories, carefully extracting the information needed. The presence retreated from her mind and she slammed her shields back down. The high lord finally spoke, his voice smooth and relaxed.
“Well y/n, we offer you a place here, you can train with Cassian and Azriel, you can go down and live in Velaris, you could even leave. It is entirely your choice. Take as much time as you wish to decide, if you need a night or two, Az can show you to your room. We’ll be off to hunt some idiots.” Rhysand and Feyre exchanged a look before looking back at y/n. She was stony faced and mulled it over a bit before answering.
“I would like to stay and train with Azriel, I want to learn to defend myself. And high lord? I have one more request if it’s not too much.” Y/n studied Rhysand carefully and at his nod she let her magic loose. Dark tendrils spread through the room, the replica to Rhys’s own power. “Will you train me?”
