#Meanwhile Rhys: Feyre is the most beautiful High Lady Feyre is the most delightful High Lady Feyre is—

[the-lonelybarricade]

my favorite part about feysand is the fact that canonically, in acofas, feyre's pov is about rebuilding after the war, her siblings, and her own identity. Meanwhile, rhys' pov is omg feyre touched my arm, what should i get her for a present, I can't believe she loves me

This is hands down the best acofas summary I have ever seen

If I'm remembering correctly isn't the opening line of his pov 'The sex had destroyed me'? Iconic.

[abraxos-is-toothless]

Where’s the Baby?

So I finally posted a part 2 to Coming Home. I have linked it, if you missed it. Though you probably did as I posted it a while ago.

I might work on more parts to this if you like it or if there’s something you’d like to see.☺️

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Stepping through the door to the townhouse brought Azriel a different sense of comfort and happiness than walking through the door of his and Elain’s cottage, despite that though, he still had to pay certain people a lesson in the training room. He had Luka in his arms as they rounded the corner to the sitting room. It was difficult to let his baby go ever since he’d returned home. Feyre and Rhys, were snuggled together on the sofa listening to whatever nonsense Cassian was spouting from where he was perched on the arm of Nesta’s chair while she read, unbothered by her mate’s bullshit. Mor was drinking a glass of wine, no surprise there, on the floor as she annoyed Amren, who was trying to put together yet another puzzle.

Mor squealed when she saw them in the doorway, even though Azriel knew she had scented them the minute they got within a few feet of the house, and was instantly making a grabby motion for Luka. He reluctantly handed him over after placing a quick kiss to the boy’s cheek, listening to his delighted giggles. Turning to his High Lord and Lady he gave a small nod and moved to stand behind them.

Cassian was clearly ecstatic to have him home, grinning from ear to ear as he asked “Care for a drink, dear brother. Rhysie just got a new batch in and I can vouch that it tastes wonderful.”

Nesta, without taking her eyes off of her book, reached over to pat Cass’ thigh. “That my love, is because you’ve drunk a whole bottle every night since he bought it. If you do so again tonight, you’ll be sleeping outside.”

His brother quickly shut his mouth, pouting as he stared wistfully at his nearly empty glass of liquor. Azriel couldn’t help the roll of his eyes.

“I’ll do a taster in a moment Cass, but first, there’s just one thing I need to do.” As soon as the last word left his mouth he banged the High Lord and Lady’s head together.

“Azriel!” his wife shouted. She’d gone slightly red in the cheeks and was looking at him sternly. He would deal with that scolding later, she was beautiful when she was angry and could always be soothed by his clever hands and tongue, before she was begging for something bigger.

Cassian was howling with laughter and nearly fell off of the chair, Mor had an astonished look on her face, Amren was smirking and Nesta had finally put down her book. It was difficult for Nes to be interested in much, so he felt quite proud in grabbing her attention. Meanwhile there were two sets of eyes glaring up at him.

Rhys was the first to recover, healing Feyre before himself as he said, “What the fuck was that for Az?”

“That was for sending me away on a ridiculously long mission and making me miss my son’s first steps.” His High Lord turned sheepish and guilty then, as if he had known already what he had caused and had most likely been punishing himself since. “As for you,” he pointed an accusing finger at Feyre “you know exactly what you did.” He said it with a blush, trying to push away the thoughts of how sinful Elain had looked in those leggings.

The High Lady of the Night Court just gave him a coy smile, and turned back to watch as her nephew pulled on Auntie Mor’s hair.

“You both owe me a few hours in the training room as payment, no holds barred.” He wouldn’t ever use even half of his full power against his family, but he felt some kind of sick satisfaction to watch as they gulped. He turned away from them then and began walking back over to his wife, but just before he got to her side, there was a quiet beat of tiny wings and Azriel turned in time to see his son disappear into shadows.

It took a few seconds to register what had happened but then Elain let out a small sob, calling out to Luka, and kicking everyone into action. Feyre began winnowing through each room of the townhouse, Rhys reached out with a tendril of power searching for any little thing and Az had stepped into his own shadows to search, while the rest searched all of the little nooks and crannies. When he stepped back out, everyone was back in the same room and he pulled Elain into his chest as Mor gravely shook her head at him.

“His shadows must be different to mine, I can’t see him anywhere.” Elain sobbed harder at that and so he just squeezed her tighter.

Rhys held a pained look on his face as the girls gathered their coats, planning on checking the gardens. “I can scent him but there’s no specific place, and I can hear muddled thoughts that don’t make any sense at all. It’s almost like he’s masking himself.”

Nesta spoke to her sister now, but he wasn’t totally sure his wife was paying any attention. “You’ve taken him to the gardens since he was born El, he might have gone somewhere he knew best and felt most comfortable. We’ll find him.”

Just before anyone could make it even three steps to the door, there was snap in the air and there were vague shadows gathering before Cassian was yelling out in pain. They all turned to the commander abruptly, stunned silently at what they saw. Luka was now sat atop his brother’s shoulders, pulling on fistfuls of long dark locks as he squealed “go’choo ass!” followed by a fit of giggles as Cassian held onto his chubby little legs. Elain let out a relieved breath, much like the rest of them, and proceed to translate baby talk at their confused faces.

“He says ‘got you, Cass!’ I think someone has been in the room too much while you boys have been discussing sneak attacks and strategy.”

Cassian finally mastered his astonishment at being bested by a child and pulled his nephew down from his shoulders and held the boy up in front of him. “Got me huh? That was quite a clever trick, little one, so much like your daddy.” And then he threw him up in the air, before taking him off to the kitchen, finding him his favourite soft biscuits no doubt. Cassian missed the awed look Nesta gave him as he left.

Azriel turned to Elain as the rest soon followed the sound of blabbering, baby and soldier alike, and cupped her face in his palms.

“Thank you my love, for blessing me with such a mischievous little boy. There’s never a dull moment with you, dearest.”

If he’d been drinking during her next words, he surely would have choked.

“I want another one.” She said it as if she’d been thinking on it for a while, and with a hint of nervousness, like she was scared he would say no.

“Are you sure? Luka is only just nearing a year old Ellie.”

“But girls are much easier. A sister may calm him down, and even give him a sense of responsibility as he grows older.” His wife smirked slyly at him before continuing, “Besides Feyre said they’d watch him tonight, to give us some alone time since you were gone so long.”

He leaned in and nipped at the point of her ear and whispered, “Naughty little temptress.”

He felt the shivers wrack through her body as he grabbed her hips and winnowed them home faster than he ever thought he had.

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Helion, Feysand Threesome Smut Fic.

So I sat down a few days ago after finishing A Court of Wings and Ruin and I thought. 

I would pay money to read an erotic fiction piece featuring these three. Sadly none existed yet. So I had to write it myself. The only problem....I haven’t written smut in so long I had to actually go back and read over some old stuff so this has taken longer than I anticipated to write. 

Here’s the first three pages..I’ll finish the rest later when I’m done with the whole “adulting” for the day. @squaddreamcourt my fellow Helion smut queen. This is for you and me. LOL

Rhys paced circles around the sitting room of his and Feyre’s palace atop the Court of Nightmares. Why had he chosen the Moon Palace for this?? Was he really this nervous about impressing Helion? He stopped pacing long enough to ponder why he was so nervous about this. He was over 500 years old it’s not like this would be the first time he’d joined Helion in the bedroom. No, no it wasn’t Helion that was making him nervous about this upcoming encounter. It was Feyre.

When he had suggested at the Dawn Court all those months ago that she might like having two men worship her in the bedroom he didn’t think she’d take him seriously. Then the war had happened and he’d forgotten about it. Forgotten until one day he’d come upon her in their Town House bedroom asleep and moaning. She was napping in the middle of the day and it was obvious by her moans and gasps that she was enjoying the dream. Feeling a bit naughty himself he decided to slip in and see what had her flushing so prettily in her sleep. The surprise was on him when he saw she was dreaming of not only him but High Lord of the Day Court Helion and what the two of them were doing to her; well he had no idea his Mate had such imagination. Reeling himself out of her dream he contemplated asking her about it, chuckled to himself imagining the fiery blush that would sweep across her freckled cheeks. Tongue in cheek he crawled on the bed and began kissing her neck and shoulders to wake her.

That conversation had led to Rhysand inviting Helion to visit the Moon Palace for a night of debauchery and revelry. The exact wording on the invitation. To no one's surprise Helion accepted and his only request, that one of his beautiful Illyrian males join them. When he’d showed her Helion’s request she’d gotten a strange look on her face but had accepted his terms. Leaving it up to him to find an acceptable Illyrian male to fulfill Helion’s requirement.

There was no one Rhysand trusted more than Azrial and Cassian but for this, he couldn’t ask the males to join. It would be too awkward for Feyre who saw them as family not bed partners so he’d gone to Lord Devlon and requested his presence at tonight's event. He wasn’t expecting the Illyrian War Lord to accept but it seems Devlon himself had found the High Lord of Day to be a pleasing enough fae to look on. So the pieces were set and Rhysand was now anxious over Feyre’s reaction to not one but two fae males in bed with them.  

He hadn’t seen Feyre all day and she’d been sneaking off to the artist’s quarter a lot over the past few days, sometimes dragging Mor and Amren with her. She refused to tell him what she was working on only saying something for the debauchery. It was almost time for Helion and Devlon to arrive and still Feyre wasn’t there. Was she going to back out now? It was fine if she wasn’t ready Helion and Devlon could entertain each other and have the whole left wing of the Moon Palace to do it. Just as Rhysand was about to us the bond to speak to his mate he saw her winnow in off one of the balconies a square wooden box gripped under her arm and looking rather disheveled already.

Curious he asked her if she was finally going to show him what she’d been working on but with that mischievous smirk that he loved so much on her she told him he’d have to wait and be surprised with the rest of them.

She excused herself to go get ready and threw a saucy wink over her shoulder as she walked out of the room.

Helion arrived moments later and was reclining on one of the couches when Devlon flew in dressed down in a simple pair of leather pants and a plain linen shirt that gaped open at the collar, showing off his Illyrian tattoos. The two males looked at each other and Helion gave Devlon the slowest once over in the history of Prythian before meeting Devlon’s eyes and licking his lips.

“Rhys you truly do have the finest males in all of Prythian”

“Illyrian’s don’t belong to Rhysand we are our own people Helion” snarled Devlon

“He’s right, but seeing as I’m half Illyrian I’ll accept the compliment on their behalf” drawled Rhys.

“Where is your delicious mate this evening Rhysand. Surely you weren’t going to keep us both to yourself. Not that I would mind, but I was under the impression you were doing this to fulfill one of her fantasies”. Helion quirked up his brows and leaned to look behind Rhys as if he were hiding Feyre behind him.

“She’ll be along shortly she said she had to ‘get ready’. I’m warning you both she’s been up to something and she arrived her with a wooden box. When I asked her what it was she would only tell me that it was for tonight's debauchery.” Rhysand growled unhappy that his mate was keeping him in the dark on this.

Feyre came slinking into the room shortly after that statement dressed in the most risque gown he’d ever seen her in. No Gown was too generous a word for the short, slinky, gold slip of fabric that lovingly hugged all her curves and slipped and slid around her as if even the fabric couldn’t touch enough of her at once.

Every male in the room froze and stared as Rhysands mate approached him with that wooden box. Helion and Devlon both staring as if they couldn’t believe Rhysands fortune in having the infamous Feyre Archeron to take to bed any night he chose. As if they both remembered they would get to bed her tonight as well they glanced at each other with sly smiles and competitive smirks.  Rhysand caught their looks and knew that tonight Helion and Devlon would be competing to see who could outperform whom with his mate. Inwardly he smiled his mate had no idea what kind of delights she was in store for.

Feyre turned and smiled shyly at Helion and Devlon.

“I have a game I’d like to play with all of you. It will test your strength, flexibility, and stamina.” Feyre cooed to the two males seated on the divan. “Will you play with me?”

Rhys pulled playfully on the bond knowing she was baiting the males in the room and loving every minute of it.

“I love games High Lady but will you be playing with us?” Asked Helion.

“Oh yes we’ll all be playing” with that Feyre opened the box to reveal a large square of canvas with colored circles painted on it and a flat piece of wood with a spinner attached to the middle. Every male in the room looked confused but intrigued. Especially Rhysand who was starting to get glimmers of this “game” through the bond.

“This game is new, I’ve only just come up with it with the help of some friends so you all will be the first one to play” Feyre explained. “The rules are simple each of you will stand on one side of the canvas. I’ll spin the spinner and whatever color dot it lands on you have to place that body part on that dot. If you fall or your torso touches the ground you’re out and you lose an article of clothing. Do you all understand the rules?”

Helion looked eager to begin and even Devlon was eyeing the “game board” with interest. Rhysand couldn’t believe it. His mate and Amren and Mor had created what could possibly the filthiest game in fae history. He was weirdly proud of his mate and couldn’t wait to play it with her just the two of them.

Feyre set the plank down and with a saucy little wink spun the spinner. Every fae male’s eyes was on that spinner and when she called “Right hand Blue” they all dove for the blue circle. Feyre was laughing so hard she couldn’t breath for a moment. Never in all her life had she seen males fight so dirty. She couldn’t wait to tell Mor and Amren about this.

Thirty minutes into the game Helion finally collapsed under Rhys and Devlon and was officially “Out” he chose to remove his heavily embroidered Tunic claiming it got in the way.

Devlon lost his shirt next and Rhys his boots. Wine, food and Feyre’s new game made the time pass quickly and then amidst shrieks of laughter and good natured ribbing the males finally noticed Feyre hadn’t lost a single article of clothing. Meanwhile the three of them were stripped bare. All three males looked between them and then as one turned to Feyre. She knew that look in her mates eyes and it was a bit overwhelming to see it reflected back three times in three different eye colors. Feyre knew then the game was officially over and the rest of tonight's debauchery about to start.