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Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

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The Snowball part 28

Hello, you’ve all been very patient thank you so much. Again, I’m sorry this is so late but I’ve been kept very busy lately and just felt too mentally taxed to do any writing. Thanks again to anyone following this, we’re nearly at the end!

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“Dad?” Feyre managed to stammer out, gobsmacked as she was by his sudden appearance.

Elain moved closer to hold their father’s arm while smiling back gently at Feyre. “You didn’t think I was doing nothing this whole time did you?” She asked coolly. 

Feyre’s reply was cut off by an enraged Hybern. 

“This is an outrage! Months of planning, investors, workers. What would you have me tell all of them?” He spat at Feyre’s father and his team of lawyers.

“Tell them to make themselves useful and help move these people back into their homes?” One of the men in suits offered.

But Hybern would hear none of it. With a red splotched face from anger, and spit flying from his mouth, he urged nearby workers, who had stopped to watch, to continue working. 

Feyre watched in horror as a bulldozer rumbled to life outside Rhys’s home.

“Stop him!’ Mor cried out, but their would be saviors were immediately swamped by Hybern’s own team of lawyers who were waving documents in their faces to stop them getting any closer. 

When a group of policemen came over with uneasy glances they were immediately stopped by Hybern who whispered something in their ears quietly, but just loud enough for Feyre to catch a word here or there, “remember who pays you… repercussions… disgraced.”

The two policemen immediately stood back and stood guard over the workers operating the demolition machines. Feyre looked to Rhys helplessly, but he was just as trapped as her, under six enormous guards. 

Realising that herself and Mor were perhaps the ones most likely to be able to get away from their attackers, she tried to make eye contact with her, but Mor was too busy yelling abuse at the guards holding down Azriel and Cassian, who had begun struggling again at all the commotion. 

Taking a deep breath, Feyre tried to recall the lessons in self defense that Cassian had given her. When she released her breath, she allowed her body to go limp, sinking towards the floor as if she had fainted.

The guard holding her immediately changed his grip to try and see if she had indeed passed out, and it was at this moment that Feyre chose to lock her feet on the ground, and spring upwards with as much force as she could muster. Her rise brought her into direct contact with the man’s nose and a sharp crack, followed by the man’s bellows, told her that she had successfully broken his nose.

The man let go of her entirely as he cradled his gushing face. Feyre didn’t hesitate to sprint towards the house, and the team of men inside bobcats and bulldozers. 

“GET HER!” Hybern yelled to his men.

But Feyre managed to sprint past all of them in their confusion. Cassian and Azriel whooped as Feyre made for the bulldozer closest to their front porch, but their joy was short lived as they realised she wasn’t heading for the machine at all, but the house.

“Feyre, no!” Rhys cried out, struggling to get free again in his fear as he realised her plan was to bunker down in the house in the hopes that they wouldn’t destroy it.

“Stupid girl.” Hybern muttered. “Proceed with the plan.” 

“You can’t!” Mor cried out, eyes wide in fear.

“Feyre’s inside, you bastard!” Cassian yelled.

“Orders were to evacuate by 9pm, houses would be destroyed at this time regardless.” Hybern said smugly.

This remark had the team of lawyers trying to approach Hybern again but were held back by another group of police.

“This is murder. My daughter is inside that house.” Feyre’s father thundered at Hybern, who chose to ignore him.

Rhys made another attempt to throw his attackers off his back, but a sharp knee to the back had him collapsing once more to the ground. Groaning, he managed to hold his head up enough to stare down Hybern as he ground out, “Please. I will do anything. Give you anything. Just let me go in and get her.”

Hybern looked down at Rhys as if he was no more than a speck of dirt on a new pair of shoes, before raising his hand to give the final order.

The bulldozer moved forward in a blast of angry smoke and whining gears, the tip of its tray just touching the front porch when a shout cut above all the noise.

“Hybern! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Call this off now before you kill someone.” Tamlin growled, storming up to Hybern, stopping just centimetres from his face.

“No can do Tamlin. You should have chosen an earlier time to take the high road.” Hybern glared.

“You forget who backed you the most financially for this whole scheme. I can take all that away.” Tamlin said darkly.

“Go ahead.” Hybern laughed. “I have enough funds of my own to do the demolition.”

“But you don’t have enough to pay the workers.” Tamlin said, raising his voice so all the men nearby could hear.

The security guards and policemen all exchanged glances with each other. The demolition crew looked the most angry by this piece of news.

“If you don’t end this now, I’m pulling out officially. And no one will get paid.” Tamlin said smugly.

Hybern glanced around at the workers around him. “Don’t listen to him. We have a job to do, and it will be completed tonight.” He yelled at them.

But none of the workers seemed too enthused about this latest piece of news. Some were even climbing down from their machines, confusion on their faces.

“Get back to work!” Hybern yelled at them.

One of the closest men who had just left a digger glared at Hybern, “No way. We all saw the girl run inside. We’re not in the business of killing little girls.”

A stream of workers flooded past them, glaring at Hybern as they left.

“This isn’t over yet.” Hybern muttered under his breath. Turning back to the house, he quietly began making his way across the lawn.

Everyone was too stunned by Tamlin helping them that no one reacted quickly enough when Hybern approached the main bulldozer, its engine still purring idly.

“What is he…” Muttered Amren, trying to get a better look.

“No. Let me up! Stop him!” Rhys gasped from the ground. The guards holding him let him up into a kneeling position but still kept a tight grip on him. “Hybern!” He called out in desperation.

Suddenly the bulldozer roared to life once more.

Now everyone was struggling again. 

“Can anyone see Feyre?” Cassian said to them, all of them searching frantically through the windows for a glimpse of their friend.

“FEYRE GET OUT NOW!” Rhys roared as the Bulldozer crashed through the steps on the front porch.

The others also began yelling for Feyre, or at Hybern to stop, but the man was crazed as he continued to drive the bulldozer forward into the foundations of the house. Once one of the walls began to topple, Hybern pulled the machine back in order to avoid falling debris, as the entire house began to crash down.

The sound of smashing glass and the creaking of wood as it was ripped apart filled their ears in a deafening roar. The cloud of dust following the destruction was so large it enveloped the group on the other side of the street. 

Nesta was holding Elain as she sobbed, their father on their knees beside them.

“It can’t be.” Azriel was saying as he shook his head in disbelief.

Mor looked to her cousin, who remained on the ground, despite the lack of guards holding him anymore. Unshed tears filled his eyes as she knelt beside him. Mor cautiously reached out hold Rhys’s hand as she watched a single tear leave a streak down his dust coated face. 

“Rhys…” She began. Unable to think of anything to say.

Mor felt Amren approach them but Rhys suddenly leapt to his feet. “We have to look for her.” He said hoarsely. 

The others looked to each other. Seeing the utter wreckage of the house, they knew there was no way a person inside it could have survived. But Rhys was adamant as he stormed up to the house.

The guards who had been holding Rhys were now wrestling a struggling Hybern, while Tamlin watched, face pale, and eyes unseeing.

Rhys approached a mess of timber, shifting it aside in an impressive show of strength. “Feyre? Can you hear me?” He began calling.

The others followed suit, calling out to her and hoping against all odds that they would hear a response. 

Several minutes ticked by with the group having nothing to show for it but a handful of splinters.

Rhys’s hands were bloody, and his clothes were ripped when he became suddenly still. Mor looked over in confusion. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong but Rhys held up a hand to silence her. After a few moments they all began listening. At first there was nothing. Then the sound of movement from beyond the mound of debris they were searching in. The sound of wood being shifted, and glass sliding to the ground.

Rhys’s face lit up. “Feyre?” He called, cupping his hands to his mouth.

A moment’s delay before an out of breath response followed. “Rhys?” The voice undoubtedly belonging to Feyre.

A shudder wracked Rhys’s body as tears began flowing down his face again. “Where are you?” He called back.

“At the back. I’m trying to climb back over.” Came her response.

Rhys looked at them all in disbelief. “You’re okay?”

“Of course.” Came her breathy response.

Rhys began climbing the pile before him, scattering debris in his wake. The others followed but couldn’t match Rhys’s breakneck pace as he struggled to reach the other side.

His hand had just reached the epicentre of the pile of debris, piled several metres above the ground when he saw a small, dirty hand appear from the other side. Smiling he reached out to grasp it, eliciting a small gasp of shock that he knew belonged to Feyre.

Pulling himself to the top he stared down into her smiling face. His eyes quickly looked her over to ensure that she was indeed okay, and while she was dirty, her beautiful dress ripped to shreds, and blood covered her hair from the guard she had hit, she seemed fine. 

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” Rhys said, trying to go for a casual tone, trying not to show how much of a panic he had just been in.

Feyre smiled up at him and allowed him to pull her up and over a wooden beam separating them. The second her feet landed on a piece of wooden frame, it immediately gave way, and Rhys had to pull her back up to where he was standing. Leaning against the beam he tilted her face towards him and leaned down breathlessly to kiss her. 

The exhaustion from the night hit her and Feyre’s legs gave out as Rhys gently lowered them onto a stack of beams, pulling her into his lap. Feyre wound her fingers through his dusty hair, gently tracing the tear tracks on his face. 

Rhys pulled away to look at her, hands cupping her face gently as if he wasn’t sure she was still real. “Don’t you ever do anything like that again.” He said smoothing her hair.

Feyre smiled, kissing the tip of his nose sweetly. “I wasn’t in the house.”

Rhys stared at her, one eyebrow raised in a question.

“I just went in for this, then I went out the back door and into the yard.” She said, reaching above them for something she must have dropped when Rhys had pulled her over. 

Wordlessly, she handed Rhys a thick black book. “You went back in for a book?” Rhys said, his voice only an octave higher than what it should have been, when he recognised what he was holding. 

He flipped the book open to a photo of himself as a baby, his mother holding him with a smiling face. More pages showed him with his sister, being watched carefully by his mother and father. And the last pages were full of pictures of Mor, Cassian, Azriel, Amren, and himself.

“You went back in for my photo album?” He asked, voice shaking.

Feyre looked down self consciously. “It’s the only photos you had of your family. Something like that can’t be replaced.”

Rhys stared at her in wonder, reaching down to kiss her again when a voice interrupted them.

“If you guys weren’t perched on a very unstable surface right now, I’d allow this to go on a bit longer. But as it is, I think we’d all be a little bit more comfortable if you came down now!” Mor called to them.

Feyre laughed and looked down at Mor, who stood on the ground, surrounded by their friends and Feyre’s family. 

“It’s rather peaceful up here. Might stay for a bit longer.” Rhys smiled down at his cousin.

Cassian laughed, “Don’t make me come up and get you.”

Feyre’s father was smiling at them too, but somewhat quizzically at Rhys, as if trying to understand where he had come from.

Rhys squeezed Feyre’s hand as he pulled her to her feet. “Let’s not keep them waiting any longer.” 

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Feyre and Rhys: *talking privately*

Amren, Mor, Cassian and Azriel:

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Feyre and Rhys: *talking privately*

Amren, Mor, Cassian and Azriel:

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"Faggot"

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A Court of Thorns and Roses Fancast

Amber Heard as Feyre Archeron

Marina Laswick as Nesta Archeron

Maia Mitchell as Elain Archeron

Randy Wayne as Tamlin the Tool

Jake Abel as Lucien 

Aisha Tyler as Alis

Toni Mahfud as Rhysand

Madelaine Petsch as Amarantha

Gabriella Wilde as Ianthe

Margot Robbie as Morrigan

Renan Pacheco as Cassian

Marcello Alvarez as Azriel

Jamie Chung as Amren

Zachary Arthur as The Bone Carver

Shemar Moore as Tarquin

Alfred Enoch as Varian

Kiersey Clemons as Cressida

Viggo Mortensen as King of Hybern

Joseph Morgan as Jurian

Brian Whittaker as Helion of Day Court

Max Krieger as Kallias of Winter Court

Elle Evans as Viviane of Winter Court

Louis Cordice as Thesan of Dawn Court

Kevin Mckidd as Beron of Autumn Court 

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Preferences: When on Your Period

For @rowanismybae @writergash @aroyalbluedragon and Anonymous

Preference Tag List: @starzablaze @writergash @illyriangoddess (let me know if you want to be added to this tag list!)

These are a little shorter than usual because there are twenty two of them and I had to share the wealth.

Rowan:

He doesn’t normally eat sweets, but with you, once a month, he will make an exception. He knows all of your favorite treats, stocking up the bedroom with them and the two of you work together to get through it all. There’s chocolate and sour candies, gummies and chips, cookies and icecream. Once, he even tried to make a batch of blueberry muffins because he knows you like them and you both decided that he should stick to cooking instead of baking. Rowan knows that during this time, food is the way to your good graces, and he always delivers.

Rhys:

Cuddling. You and Rhys cuddle all the time, but when you are on your period, somehow it ends up happening even more. He wraps the two of you up in tons of blankets, like eight pillows stuffed around your heads, and allows you to figure out the configuration of your bodies. Sometimes, your legs can be entwined, other times your knees are up and you’re tucked under his arm. He lets you lay on top of him, using his chest as a pillow as he runs soothing patterns up and down your spine. It relaxes you to no end.

Aelin:

You curl up in the blankets next to her, your head on her lap and Aelin will read for hours. She will go through two books in one cycle and her melodic voice distracts you from any sort of discomfort. She does funny voices for all the characters, and makes comments here and there about how something is stupid, or how she would have written it differently, etc. And the books range in genre depending on your mood. And Aelin always knows. One look at you on the first morning and she just shrugs, ‘Sci-fi adventure it is.’ and then heads to the library, coming back later with a stack to choose from.

Feyre:

With her artistic abilities, Feyre is amazing at painting nails. So, when it’s your time, she sits down and gives you a pedicure, massaging your feet before painting little flowers on your toes. When she’s done, she’ll cap the bottle and place kisses up your body, making you melt under her touch. When her lips finally reach your own, you pull her into a passionate kiss to thank her for the treatment. You can’t go too far though because Feyre will not be happy if you smear the wet nail polish on the sheets.

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ACOMAF: A Summary

Rhysand: *watches Feyre leave the room* don’t panick you guys, but I think I love her Cassian and Mor: we know???

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Bathtime

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The Tale of The Night Court

Summary: “There’s a tale in the city of Velaris, The Tale of the Night Court. The book tells the history of a man who is cursed by a witch, his soulmate will always die before she can say the three famous words do him. The tale says that the man is still trying to find the curse break and is always waiting his soulmate reborn. Feyre doesn’t believe the tale, but maybe a mysterious man can change her mind.” MODERN AU!+SOULMATE AU!

A/N: It’s me again with another oneshot for you guys, this one is really special. I’m still looking for a beta and English is not my native language ;) Hope you guys enjoy it!

“The male ran fast. Every step he took was a step to the truth that he had to deal with it for centuries. He was trying to have hope, have strength to see himself alone again and lost in the world. The big halfway made him whisper a curse to himself.

Why he had to had a house so big?

The red tick blood was running from the bedroom and the air in his longs were gone, his eyes filled with tears not believing that he was late… Again. Like he was for centuries, never being able to stop the curse.

“Darling?” He whispered so quiet that he barely heard his voice, he took a deep breath before entering their room. 

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Moon of Fire Part i (Sastiel Sequel)

Sastiel is a fic inspired from Rowaelin’s child and Feysand’s child being mates. Thank you to @dorianthekinkymf for reading this first part early, and giving me her amazing support, and for @dr-woodsprite for the title inspiration! And also to the girls who have done beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful Sastiel edits, @cassianandfenrysaremyboyos @readinglikewildfire @thebookdiviner @poseiodn @dorianthekinkymf I love you guys so much a thousand thank yous!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams: Check out Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

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Darkness covered Seraphine. She was delirious, sprawled on a wooden floor, a wild raging pain deep in her head. Though her hands—bloody, shackled. Despite this, a bigger problem was at hand. Below her, a circle similar to the one drawn by Amren and Feyre at the House of Wind was slightly visible in the dark. I came alive when I met you she had said to him, before she was to go back home to her family. To Terrasen. Now, bars surrounded her from all sides. Wooden walls caved her in. She was trapped, her powers, her fire non-existent. Not again, not again, not again. Seraphine forced her mind to calm, but she didn’t feel in control of herself anymore. A corner of the cloth covering the wagon was pulled back. She stared at a wild eyed man, his eyes the colour of blood, wearing strange clothing she had never seen before. “Got somewhere else to be, princess?” He laughed as she said nothing. “Didn’t think so.” The man tried to grab her through the bars, laughing maniacally, and she felt now, that the tunic once owned by Kastiel was too short to be worn here. “Don’t try anything funny,” he spat at her. Seraphine had been so sure that her family needed her here, that they were in danger. Now she didn’t know what to think. She swallowed her fear, listening intently at the sounds outside. The rustling of never ending trees. The breeze of fresh grass. Horses, being tended to. Though her powers were gone, her fae hearing weren’t. They must have been at an outpost, her capturers taking a break and resting the horses. Near silent footsteps approached the horses at the front of the carriage, murmuring gentle words to the animals. Seraphine was drawn to their tender voice. She crawled towards the edge of the wagon, tearing out a small piece of cloth from the bottom of her dress. She takes a deep breath and pushes her hands through the bars and the cloth, towards the horse tender. “For anyone in Terassen,” she whispers to him, dropping the piece. Seraphine didn’t know if he caught it, or if it simply landed on the ground. The horse tender was about to make a sound, about to speak to her, before he was yanked heavily back. He yells in fright, a commotion breaking off as Seraphine hears the sound of skin pounding on skin. The doors to her wagon opened, blinding her with bright daylight. “What did you give him,” the red eyed guard yells. Seraphine crawled to the back of the wagon, making herself into a ball. She was weak, she had no powers, she was not strong enough to escape into the heart of what could only be Oakwald Forest. “I said,” the man yells, grabbing Seraphine by the shoulders and shaking her. “What did you give him?” Seraphine said nothing. Red eyes were the last thing she saw before the pummel of a sword knocked her out.

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The journey through Oakwald forest left Seraphine’s mind in tatters. Her cheek lay on the cool wood, trying to clear her mind. She couldn’t tell how many days had passed, how many hours she had spent in the darkness of her wagon. The men forced her a drink, which suppressed her strength and powers. If they were travelling to Oakwald Forest, then there was a high chance that they were headed to Terrasen—her home. She snickered at the thought of these men bargaining her for whatever it is they desired from her court. Did they think they would make it out alive? The thought made Seraphine warm with joy. Going home didn’t seem so bad now. Her heavy lids threatened to close again, just before she sees in the corner of her wagon, a flower, the moon illuminating it through the covers. She crawled towards it, her sodden tunic dragging through the markings on the wooden planks. She picks up the delicate blue, almost silver thing, pressing it to her face, inhaling the familiar scent—moonflower. She swore she could hear giggling in the far distance.

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What I loved in ACOWAR

All that showing of affection and love between inner circle: - When Cassian was mad at Feyre for leaving - When Cassian said to Rhys that he gave enough and begged him to let him go with Nesta and do something himself (ugly cry) - And the top of the crying scale Rhys’s talk to them before battle, that love and appreciation and he said to them all why he loves them (THE UGLIEST CRYING FACE I HAD EVER) - Mor being mad at Feyre for leaving to find Suriel - Az and Cass coming to save Feyre with pride in their eyes, omg!! - Amren sayingat the endto Feyre how grateful she is for knowing them (sobbing) I want to be part of that inner circle!!

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Night Court Mocktail

☾ Coca Cola ☾ Sparkling apple juice ☾ Grape juice ☾ Lime ☾ Edible glitter

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Bright as the Night Sky (Part 5):

HAPPY FRIDAY! Hope you enjoy this next piece. Shout Out to: @mm23219 @sparkleywonderful @feyreismeiamfeyre @annerozacat @acourtofrunesandwands @avap12 @feysandfeels @rowanismybae @theatrebabe224 @acourtofredqueens @alltheartfeels @emyluo @theheirofnightandday @acourtofcrowsandhallows @iwouldtrustmylifetohagrid and I can’t forget @something-called-sno girl! It totally slipped my mind to tag you! Hope you like Feysand! The other parts are listed below! 

Thank you again for all the love, hope you enjoy this piece, probably won’t give as many people heart attacks but you never know. 

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Everyone’s an Angel Part 2 (Feysand) - ACOTAR FANFIC

Yo. I know I suck. I haven’t posted in like a month. I’m sorry. It’s just…NaNoRiMo, and then two months later, NaNoRiMo again. I’M TRYING, HONEST. So here’s part 2. Hope you enjoy.

Dedicated to @athroneofmistandglass

Rhys, Cassian, and Mor all wanted to be the one to teach her to fly.

They clawed and scratched each other bloody, until Amren was forced to break them up through various unmentionable threats. Of course, it was Azriel who won in the end. (Feyre had a feeling his silent surety came from past experience as the…maternal figure. Now that she was thinking about it, she could definitely see the others getting into trouble with those impulsive streaks of theirs, and Azriel, the only sensible one, having to come fish them out of whatever mess they’d gotten into.)

As Azriel announced his desire to train Feyre, dismayed cries broke out from the rest of them.

“Aw, Az!” Mor complained. “You always get to do the fun stuff!”

“Yeah,” Cassian said. “Like rescuing her from her psychotic family!”

Amren asked, “How is that fun?”

“Because we all wanted to do it!”

“So?” Her voice was incredulous.

“So, when everyone wants to do something at the same time, it’s fun to come out on top and crush all their spirits in the process. Duh.”

“That is…remarkably horrible,” Azriel remarked, and he began ushering Feyre in the opposite direction. Feyre, confused and slightly disoriented, did not fight him. For her ears only, he said, “Just ignore them. We’ll be safe soon.”

“It might be horrible,” Amren distant voice crowed from behind, “but it’s not nearly as bad as that time with Cassian’s socks and the banana!”

Feyre jerked back so fast, Azriel almost stumbled. “The what?”

Azriel huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “With those guys, it’s best not to ask.”

Feyre took his word for it.

A few hours later, they stood in the safety of a grove. The wind blew in little, excited gusts, encouraging the nerves squirming deep in her belly.

Azriel must’ve noticed, because his dark eyes softened, and he murmured, “Feyre…”

It was as good as a question. She looked at the ground and wrapped her arms tight about herself. Feyre was sure he already knew what she was about to say, but she wished to do so anyway. “I — I’m worried…scared…” Finally, her eyes met his. “What will I do if I fall?”

“Then you’ll get up.” His response was immediate, the words so fierce, she stepped back. At her reaction, Azriel visibly restrained his anger. “Feyre. You are not weak, no matter what others have told you. If you fall, you’ll get up, just like you’ve always done.”

Silence for a minute.

Then she took a breath, nodded.

“Alright.” His voice became brisk, commanding. “Let’s see them, then.”

Feyre tried to spread them…and nearly fell backwards on her ass.

Azriel raised an eyebrow. “Feeling faint already? We haven’t even started the heavy lifting.”

Feyre glared, but secretly she enjoyed the lighter, less-than-serious side to him. “Oh, I think we have,” she hissed in reply. “These things are a lot heavier than they look.”

“That’s why the Night Court is in such good shape.”

Feyre cocked her head at him. “You know, I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this before, but you’ve got quite a mouth on you.”

He ducked his head in acknowledgement, but Feyre could see the faint smile etched across his lips.

“Enough of this,” he said softly. “Wings, please.”

Feyre tried again, this time leaning forward expectantly in anticipation of the added weight. Lift, she told herself. Lift! She settled for a half-lift.

Azriel didn’t seem to mind, stepping up behind her. A feather-light touch at the base of the wing had her wings shooting forward in a knee-jerk motion. Of course, the same problem applied as before — she was trying to pull her own body-weight with muscles she did not have — and pain rippled along her spine.

“Dammit,” she spat.

“That’s why you’ve got to train,” Azriel said. “You’re too vulnerable right now.”

Feyre managed a confused smile, though unease prowled through her gut. “And what do I have to be worried about?”

A shadow passed across his face — literally. “If you’re Night? Just about everything.”

#

Weeks later, sore and utterly exhausted, Feyre trudged back to Rhys’ house. Her wings were folded tight against her body, but even still, the talons dug furrows in the ground. Azriel had told her that it was unusual, that her wings were much larger than average for a female her size. In time, that would prove an advantage in the sky, make her stronger, give her greater speed and agility. But for now…well, pain was a bitch.

It was sundown, which meant that she’d trained all day. Not unusual, not unwelcome, but a break would be nice every now and again. Grateful for the breeze kissing her salty skin, Feyre trekked through the thin patch of woodland that hid Rhys’ home from unwelcome visitors. It was surprisingly close to the center of everything, the people and the carts and the markets. But that was perfect, because the kind of people who lived in raucous city chatter did not care to look in each and every little nook and cranny that nature provided.

Rhys’ house was hidden away in a little pocket that no one had deemed worthy of their footprint in over a hundred years. The ground she walked began its slow angle down, her calves and thighs barking in protest. It was only the beginning, for where the trees began to thin, the ground took a sharp curve skywards, marking the start of Night territory.

The trees pulled away suddenly, revealing a dusky, moon-kissed sky and clear mountain air. Getting to the top of the mountain should’ve been easy, for the inhabitants of this place were all equipped with a monster set of wings. But too bad for her, because she just had to have been born to the one dad in the world who would not teach his daughter to fly. So Feyre climbed, muscles aching.

When she reached the top, she was sweatier than she had been when she’d started, and just plain miserable. She wanted to punch someone. Desperately.

She almost did when two hands grasped her waist from behind.

“Rhysand,” she hissed, voice leaking murder.

His velvet laugh filled her ear. “Hm. Yes, darling?” His nose found its way into her hair.

Feyre tried to jerk away, but his hands held firm. “What the fuck. Did you just sniff me?”

He breathed deep and Goddammit, she could feel him smiling. “You smell like sweat and roses.”

Her stomach gave a happy little flip at his tone, but she couldn’t help saying, “That’s certainly a strange mix.”

“Maybe half of it belongs to Azriel.”

Sarcasm dripping like honey, she replied, “I doubt Azriel smells like roses, Rhys. Sorry to burst your gay-bubble.”

Rhysand spun her around suddenly and brought her to his chest.

Startled, Feyre’s suave demeanor failed her entirely.

“I missed you, Feyre,” he breathed.

She wheezed a laugh, because he was kind of choking her and it was hard to breathe pressed against his pectoral. “It’s barely been a day, Rhys,” she mumbled.

His arms tightened, and she let out a little whoof of air —

Rhys’ embrace slackened as he stepped away from her entirely. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to…sorry.”

Feyre studied him, rubbing at her neck absently. He rubbed at the back of his head, almost sheepish, unsure of himself for once.

She decided she liked that.

“Well?” she asked.

“What?” His voice held poorly-concealed nerves.

“Won’t you invite me inside?”

A brilliant smile graced his lips, relief and vague amusement evident on his face. “Of course, darling.”

He held out a hand, and for once she did not hesitate to take it.