#that Rhys is 450 years older than Ruhn is not something people should forget

[aprill-99]

I know everyone would like to see the entire Crescent City gang to be friends and get in to mischief with the ACOTAR gang, but picture this:

Rhys the instantaneous Dad Friend TM.

Think about it, he’s been a Dad for about 6 months by the time Bryce drops in. This is an instinct driven guy with a large history of Adopting people with high over levels and skill sets. Dad Mode in him has been activated and that is not a train I see slowing down in the face of a large collection of people with incredible power and shaky familial structures.

I’m just picturing…..

Feyre: *comes home from art class. There’s a werewolf on her rug, a stranger trying to explain the workings of a magic glowing box, and Lucien is drinking toasts with Bryce, a man who looks shockingly like Rhys with different hair, and a total stranger about how much the Autumn King sucks. They might be talking about two different people and it does not seem matter. Cassian is harassing a guy with feather wings by following him around with a tape measure.”

Feyre: “Hello….. people who do not live here…. Rhys?”

Rhys: “Darling, I really only meant to keep one of them, but it turns out Bryce has a brother and her mate, and her brother only came if I brought the full four pack. And Bryce’s mate has a merman friend. And they’re so young and their dad is the worst so…”

Feyre: “None of them have families?”

Rhys: “Not good ones. The parents around can have their kids back when they learn to suck less.”

Bryce: “I tried telling him I already had good parents, but I don’t think it mattered. He just said ��there’s plenty of room for them to visit whenever they want for as long as they want’ and brought everybody here after the jail break.”

Ruhn: *very drunk* “Mom!” *hugs her*

Feyre: *patting his back* “Uhm…. Okay. How old are you again?”

Ruhn: *still hugging* “seventy-five.”

Rhys: *cries* “So young…..”

Feyre: *still patting because Ruhn is crying and she is also Mom Friend* “What was that about a merman?”

*Tharion erupts out of the Sidra with an army of pet otters*

Feyre: “….. Okay.”