#TruthTelling

[manwalksintobar]

What I'm Doing Here // Leonard Cohen

I do not know if the world has lied I have lied I do not know if the world has conspired against love I have conspired against love The atmosphere of torture is no comfort I have tortured Even without the mushroom cloud still I would have hated Listen I would have done the same things even if there were no death I will not be held like a drunkard under the cold tap of facts I refuse the universal alibi

Like an empty telephone booth passed at night and remembered like mirrors in a movie palace lobby consulted only on the way out like a nymphomaniac who binds a thousand into strange brotherhood I wait for each one of you to confess

#poetry #Leonard Cohen #Canadian poetry #Flowers for Hitler #1964 #telephone booth #lonely #love #despair #funny #loving the world anyway #truthtelling

[lisalisathom]

(via Yikes-500 Writing Prompts) Hint: My Grandma’s tea cups. 

#writing prompts #writing #creative writing #truthtelling

[filmcourage]

99% Of Comedy Is Truth And Pain - John Vorhaus via FilmCourage.com.

#comedy #cruel world #truth #pain #comedian #comedy writers #comedy movies #film #writers on tumblr #Tumblr comedy #comic #truthtelling #funny #laugh #being funny #jokes #jokes on me #authors #writing comedy #comedy 101 #comics on tumblr

[musicmakesyousmart]

Worthitpurchase - Truthtelling

Citrus City Records

2022

#Worthitpurchase #Truthtelling #Citrus City Records #pop

[icqitalia]

Oggi è il giorno di Cristoforo Colombo, un giorno di festa e di riflessione.

Colombo è stato un uomo coraggioso e determinato, che ha cambiato per sempre il corso della storia. La sua scoperta dell'America ha aperto un nuovo mondo di possibilità, ma ha anche portato a grandi sofferenze per gli indigeni che vivevano già in questo continente.

Oggi, è importante ricordare la storia di Colombo in tutta la sua complessità. Dobbiamo celebrare il suo coraggio e la sua determinazione, ma dobbiamo anche riflettere sui danni che ha causato.

#ColumbusDay #IndigenousPeoplesDay #HistoryRemix #TruthTelling #Decolonize

#ChristopherColumbusDay #ItalianHeritage #Exploration #Discovery #NewWorld

#ColumbusDay #IndigenousPeoplesDay #HistoryRemix #TruthTelling #Decolonize #ChristopherColumbusDay #ItalianHeritage #Exploration #Discovery #NewWorld

[immaculatasknight]

Defying false prophets

#Zionism #Israel #Judaism #war #Palestinians #ethnic cleansing #genocide #opposition #dissent #peace activism #journalism #truthtelling

[newsbites]

News from Australia, 20/21 July.

Senator Lidia Thorpe's Blak Sovereign Movement (BSM) has released her own pamphlet criticizing both the Yes and No campaigns in the upcoming referendum on the Voice to Parliament in Australia.

Do not be bullied by the Yes campaign and do not be intimidated by the racists. Do not let yourself be emotionally blackmailed. There are many good reasons to say No.

The BSM urges Australians to vote against the referendum, claiming that the Voice is "cheap window dressing" and a distraction from the real issues of truth-telling and recognition of Indigenous sovereignty.

The BSM argues that the Voice is powerless and would acquit the government of its continued crimes against Indigenous people.

They also criticize the government for ignoring other areas of reform and allowing worsening rates of suicide, incarceration, and out-of-home care for Indigenous children.

The BSM rejects the fear mongering from the No camp and claims that the proposed constitutional change is worded to ensure parliamentary supremacy and maintain the powerlessness of the Voice.

The BSM also criticizes the process that led to the Uluru Statement From the Heart, claiming it was top-down and did not represent the diverse views of First Nations communities.

2. The inaugural Ron Hurley Memorial Lecture, hosted by the Queensland College of Art, took place last night to honor the legacy of Ron Hurley, the first Aboriginal graduate of the Queensland College of Art and a respected figure in Indigenous communities.

The lecture featured a talk by prominent artist Gordon Hookey, who discussed both Ron Hurley's legacy and his own career, followed by a panel discussion led by Ron's daughter, Angelina Hurley, with emerging artists reflecting on the influence of those who came before them.

3. - Labor members have called on the Albanese government to withdraw from the AUKUS partnership, ahead of high-level talks between Australian and US ministers.

And, in a joint statement on Wednesday, Defence Minister Richard Marles and Foreign Minister Penny Wong confirmed they will meet with Secretary of State Antony Blinken.

#BlakSovereignMovement #VoiceToParliament #Referendum #NoCampaign #TruthTelling #IndigenousSovereignty #GovernmentCrimes #IndigenousRights #ConstitutionalChange #UluruStatement #RonHurley #IndigenousLegacy #GordonHookey #AngelinaHurley #AUKUS #AustraliaUSPartnership #LaborParty #HighLevelTalks #ForeignPolicy

[angelologyonline]

my

my ai on the screen

me sitting and eating

a dead thing.

looking across from a mirror that leans

on the table, i can see myself

the nebulous idea of me

my mirror, the screen

were equally real

#angelologyonline #truthtelling #poetry

[mvucy2nhzh]

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#polystelic #bisannual #natrolite #Laz #shoeboy #fieriness #semicellulose #demifusion #palaeontological #anisospore #noncontinuous #Zoarces #subimbricative #truthtelling #vernacularise #mischievous #vagabondized #mediumship #light-built #judicial

[veilpiercing]

Hello, World. It’s been a minute……

#truthtelling #truthseeker #music #photography #written #magical realism #self discovery #discovery #logicality #emotionalism

[manwalksintobar]

Learning to Write  // Audre Lorde

Is the alphabet responsible    for the book    in which it is written    that makes me peevish and nasty    and wish I were dumb   again?

We practiced drawing letters    digging into the top of the desk    and old Sister Eymard    rapped our knuckles    until they bled    she was the meanest of all    and we knew she was crazy    but none of the grownups    would listen to us    until she died in a madhouse.

I am a bleak heroism of words    that refuse    to be buried alive    with the liars.

#poetry #Audre Lorde #truthtelling #alphabet #bleak heroism #learning to write #schooldays #poems of protest #American poetry #Black American poetry #writing #liars

[wingedblooms]

I am a fan of Elain and azriel but I really want to ask why azriel was holding Bryce hands for a long time. We all know he hates physical contacts, but that part has been on my mind for a while

Thank you for sending this to my inbox. 🫶 You’re right, he doesn’t often initiate physical contact so it is worth noting when he does. When I read the scene below, though, I laughed because it reminded me of when I hold my child’s hand as we’re crossing the street. My child will run off, straight into danger, without my guidance. I know that Bryce is an adult, but Azriel acts a bit like a parent in this whole sequence. He does not trust Bryce to walk on her own or do what she says she will do and tries to exert control (for everyone’s safety) as a result. And to be honest, his suspicions are valid: she lied and drew a wyrm to them with her bleeding hand before this, and distracts him and runs for it in this specific scene.

“There are caves and doors throughout the land,” Azriel said, “that open into distant places. Maybe that was one of them.” His gaze flicked to Bryce, noting how closely she was listening to all that, and said, “Let’s go in.”

He took Bryce’s hand in his broad, callused one, pulling her toward the chamber beyond. His face was a mask of cold determination in the light of the golden orbs floating over them, his hazel eyes darting around to monitor the gloom.

This close to him, hand in hand, she could feel the sword and dagger again thrumming and pulsing. They throbbed against her eardrums—

The hilt of the Starsword shifted in her direction—she could have reached out and touched it with her other hand. One movement, and its hilt would be in her grip.

Azriel shot her a warning look.

[…]

Bryce sucked in a breath. “I’m going in. Keep a step back,” she warned Azriel.

“And miss the fun?” Azriel muttered. Nesta chuckled behind them.

“I mean it,” Bryce said, trying to tug her hand from his. “You stay here.”

His fingers tightened on hers, not letting go. “What do you sense?”

“Wards,” Bryce replied, again scanning the arena-sized cavern ahead. And there, right in the center of the space…

[…]

Azriel scanned the chamber, still not letting go of Bryce’s hand as he said to Nesta, “We don’t know what else might be kept at bay in here.”

“I didn’t sense anything except the Harp last time,” Nesta replied, but she still assessed the chamber with a warrior’s focus.

“We also didn’t sense that there was a second entrance into this place,” Azriel countered. “We can assume nothing right now.”

[…]

Bryce’s fingers tightened around the amulet. Then she looked over Azriel’s shoulder, and her eyes widened. “Watch out!”

He dropped her hand instantly, whirling to the unseen, unsensed opponent. The nonexistent opponent.

Bryce moved with Fae swiftness, and by the time Azriel realized there was nothing there, she’d already crossed the ward line.

Cold fury tightened his features, but Nesta was smirking with something like approval.

“You’re on your own now,” Azriel said, blue stones glimmering at his hands with a cold fury that matched his expression. (hofas)

This does not carry a hint of romance to me. It’s even more noticeable when we compare specific scenes:

He took Bryce’s hand in his broad, callused one, pulling her toward the chamber beyond. His face was a mask of cold determination in the light of the golden orbs floating over them, his hazel eyes darting around to monitor the gloom. (hofas)

He took Bryce’s hand and pulled her. But Elain?

“Can I set you up in the garden? The herbs you planted are coming in nicely.”

“I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing his fingers as he extended a hand.

Nesta monitored him like a hawk, but kept silent as Elain took his hand, and out they went. (acowar)

He offers his hand, she accepts it, and they walk out together. Offer and permission.

Similarly, Bryce takes Truth-Teller from Azriel.

There were two blades practically screaming for her to use them. Bryce again reached out a hand, her will, toward Azriel. And as surely as the Starsword had done, Truth-Teller flew from his grip. He tried to grab it, but even his swift lunge wasn’t fast enough to stop it. To stop Bryce as the knife soared for her fingers.

The dagger’s hilt landed in her palm, cool and heavy.

Her body began to hum. Like having one blade in each hand—the Starsword and Truth-Teller—electrified her.

And proceeds to leave with it despite his panic and pleading (🥺).

“Please,” Azriel said, his gaze now on her hands. On the Starsword—and on Truth-Teller. Something like panic filled his hazel eyes.

Shaking her head, Bryce backed toward the hole she’d made in the world. In the universe. She could only pray it would lead her to Midgard. (hofas)

But he offers Truth-Teller to Elain and she accepts it. Azriel has never allowed anyone to touch his dagger, but he chose to give it to Elain…amid the sighing meadow grasses, poetry once again dripping from his lips in her presence. This act required deep trust and care. He could have offered her a different dagger, but he didn’t. He gave her the one that meant the most to him.

And now, standing amongst the sighing meadow grasses in his Illyrian armor, all seven Siphons gleaming…

Elain’s eyes widened at the obsidian-hilted blade in Azriel’s scarred hand. The runes on the dark scabbard.

“It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, midday sun devoured by the dark blade. “Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.”

“I—I don’t know how to use it—”

“I’ll make sure you don’t have to,” I said, grass crunching as I moved closer.

Elain weighed my words…and slowly closed her fingers around the blade.

Cassian gawked at Azriel, and I wondered how often Azriel lent out that blade—

Never, Rhys said from where he finished buckling on his own weapons against the side of the wagon. I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.

Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. (acowar)

And she immediately returns it to him, most likely grasping its importance and proving his instincts and trust are well placed.

But Elain had given it back—had pressed it into Azriel’s hands after the battle, just as he had pressed it into hers before. And then walked away without looking back. (acofas)

Sarah made the dynamics very different for a reason. There’s a reason the shadowsinger would only give up his dagger to and spout poetry for the lovely fawn, and I am excited to learn more about that in the next book. ✨

#hofas spoilers #elriel #azriel #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #elain x azriel #bryce quinlan #hands #truthteller

[silverlinedeyes]

Never forget that we (as in @icedflames @merymoonbeam @offtorivendell @mrspettyferr @dietkoke @wingedblooms @daisymydaisy @willowmeres and I’m sure others whom I’m forgetting right now) have theorized since ACOSF came out in 2021 that Truth-Teller might be used to break or unMake the Elucien mating bond.

Truly can’t wait for ACOTAR5 😭😭

#elriel #Elain #azriel #truthteller #truth teller theory #anti e/ucien #acotar theory

[tilseptemberends]

Feeling especially frustrated by the hypocrisy of e/riels telling eluciens that they give Elain no choice in her own life by shipping her with Lucien. Meanwhile, they'll shove every bit of agency she has in the actual series out of their minds.

Even if something isn't directly e/riel they draw her with Truthteller, a blade that she had to be talked into taking and immediately gave back without a second thought. Or with the necklace from the bonus chapter. A gift that she gave back after the person who tried to give it to her told her TO HER FACE that their moment together had been a mistake. (And I don't blame her for giving it back, I would have been super hurt if I were in that position.)

I used to like E/riel. I'm a multi-shipper, I have no problem enjoying tons of ships with the same characters just swapped around. But trying to enjoy e/riel is exhausting. Why do some things in canon count while others don't? Why insist that Elain has a choice while going out of your way to make Azriel the only choice?

And they'll attack other characters in the series for no reason. I was shocked when I found out that people were hating on Gwyn. I really connected with her story so it really hurt to see people trashing on her for the sake of a fictional relationship.

If you are going to insist on giving Elain a choice, then stop taking away her other options. These are fictional characters, if you don't like what happens in the book then I promise there is fan art and fanfiction out there for you. I can think of a ton of ships that I enjoy well after they were firmly made not conon by the media they come from.

#anti elriel #anti e/riel #this fandom is exhausting sometimes guys #anti azriel #technically proelucien I guess #This post brought to you by a piece of fanart that was focused on the sisters but Elain had truthteller strapped to her thigh #visible through this MASSIVE slit in her skirt #Which is insane because Elain was thouroughly embarrassed by the idea of wearing PANTS #Do you really think she'd be chill about exposing her bare legs? #Did I mention that this was supposed to be about the sisters? #Why isn't Elain allowed to exist on her own? #I feel like she's always getting tied back to someone else

[minicoffee00]

You’re killing me - Morrigan x Reader

Plot: Morrigan finds her mate, finally after years of not being out to her family and refuses to come out to her family still. And her mate becomes insecure thinking she doesn’t think she’s worthy of the Morrigan.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut

You were one of the only female Illyrian warriors, you kept to yourself in a shack in the mountains. The only member of the inner circle you had met was Cassian, you met him when you were a teenager acting out in camp.

You were boasting about your wing span which was largely bigger than all the boys in your camp, when they had started to gang up on you and fight you.

You were born at the start of Amarantha's reign, just before Rhysand was taken under the mountain. This is when Cassian had found you, before the walls came down over Velaris.

You were 16 when the walls came down, you didn't hear from Cassian for 49 years. You were left with the Illyrian's as a young female. Cassian had protected you like a younger sister thus far, but when he wasn't around you were forced to hide further into the mountains and stay alone. For 49 years you spoke to no-one, you continued training with books you'd stolen on your travels around the Night Court lands.

The minute the walls came down, Cassian scoured the camps with Azriel trying to find you.

"I left her here, i have to find her Azriel"

"Calm down Cass, we'll find her" Azriel said, he sent his shadows out but they were equally confused, not really knowing what to look for.

They came up to the camp you were originally from, Cassian had moved you from there because of those boys, who now stood infront of him as men. This is the first time it went through his mind that you wouldn't be a little girl anymore.

"Where is she?" he asked the group, all of them looking towards each other confused.

"Y/N, where is she?" he snarls and they all have a look of realisation.

"She left, a while ago, you didnt come for her and after 2 years people didn't think you were coming back so they tried to hurt her and clip her wings. She ran to the mountains" one of them admits.

"Who tried to clip them?" Cassian seethes.

"Saldov, he came from another camp when he heard we were training her" another one said. These men grew up with you, after they'd had their beatings from Cassian and saw what you were actually made of they held a certain amount of respect for you.

"Where in the Mountains is she" Azriel asks.

"We don't know, she fled and we've only seen glimpses of her when she 'stole' food and books from the camp" another laughs.

"Why'd you say it like that?" Cassian said crossing her arms.

"Well we saw her on day one, trying to sneak around the tents and take some food, so we started to leave it out in obvious places for her. Started leaving daggers too so she could hunt herself. She hasnt been around her for about 30 years now. Not that we've seen her anyway" he smiles.

"Thank you" Cassian says, he nods towards Azriel before they head further into the Mountains.

"We'll find her, don't worry" Azriel says as the soar, they had been flying for ages, getting colder the further north they went.

"Over there" Azriel says veering left, his shadows starting to scream at him that there was someone over in the small shack.

They land by the door, knocking softly. Muttering comes from behind it and the door's launched open as if the person was ready to attack them.

"Cass?" a strange new female voice says, but the familiarity was there.

"Y/N?" he asks looking over her, she wasn't the small teenager he'd left here. She was now 65, fully matured and a woman. He kept observing her, the girl he deemed to be his little sister.

"Oh lords, you've grown so much" he cried out pulling her into him, her wings flexed at the feeling encasing them around him making Azriel gasp.

"Your wings are huge" he voices and Cassian pulls out the hug to see the full spance of her wings.

"They only got bigger since I saw you last time..."

"Your back now?" she asks and that leads Cassian to tell her everything that had happened in the 49 years he had been absent. He told you that he and Azriel would continue to train you.

And they did, the next few months you stayed in your shack, training. Cassian didn't realise how well you'd managed to teach yourself these things, and when the war came around and Feyre had come back and been annouced High Lady, you were the first Cassain had asked to be in his front legion.

You met Feyre and her sister and Rhysand was impressed with your skills, and how you rivalled both Azriel and Cassian with your 4 Siphons you'd gained over the years as you'd gotten stronger and been alone. You'd always put it down to the fact that the mother took pity on you being alone in the Illyrian mountains and deemed you needed extra help. It was a shock that Az and Cass had 7 each and were over 500 years old, and you had 4 and were only 65.

You went head first into battle, you had rescued Elain with Azriel and your High Lady, had protected Nesta as she tried to protect Cassian, and had taken most of the hits for him. You were a menace on the field, no-one stood in the way of the angered female Illyrian, your brothers from your camp were impressed and stood by your side. You fought with them, tried to protect them as you watched them die.

All of sudden out of nowhere this blinding ball of sun, knocked down two of the Hybern soldiers that had an unforeseen advantage over you. As you cought her eyes, you felt the tug of a bond, both your eyes widen as you feel it.

She goes to say something but seeing the people behind her about to shoot you pull her in tightly cupping your wings round her.

"MOR" someone had screamed just as your wings encased her. The arrows embedded themselves in your wings making you groan and fall to your knees bringing the beauty down with you.

"Your my mate" she whispers looking over you. You watched as Cassian killed the men who had sent the arrows towards you and Mor, as you felt energy leave your body.

GET UP! You reminded yourself, you had to fight for your mate so you could both see each other after this.

So that is exactly what you did, you flew Mor to the best of your ability to where Nesta and Elain were stood with Azriel, you then went back into the front lines fighting alongside Cassian.

The group watched, and even though you were injured your movements with Cassian were so fluid that some of the Hyber soldiers retreated at the sight of the bloodbath in your's and Cassian's area. How you were obliterating groups upon groups of them just between the two of you.

"CASSIAN" you'd heard Nesta shout, and she kept shouting. An overwhelming sense of power fell through the lands, the couldren had burst. You and Cassian flew towards Nesta, the power was so fast that you only had time to body Cassian to the floor and incase his large frame in your even larger wings.

"Brother" you'd yelled as you got to him.

It was shocking with how big and bulky he was that he could be completley incased by your wings. You'd managed to protect him from the immediate blast but when you'd been thrown off him the second blast got him. Not as bad as the first blast that shredded your wings but you were both worse for wear.

Nesta came running over to Cassian, holding him while Mor and Azriel came to you. They'd realised you been knocked unconscious from the blast, Mor held you tightly tears slipping down her face.

When you'd woken in the house of wind, your wings were healing and felt good, you heard that Prythian had won the war and that none of the Inner Circle had been lost, apart from Amren who now was High Fae.

Mor however was nowhere to be found and it upset you. Rhysand offered you a place in the palace, a home. And you'd accepted, you would help both Azriel and Cassian in there daily duties. But your duty now was 'Protector of the High Lady' you'd spend a lot of time with her. And once you got to know her she started to dig about why you would always ask about Mor.

"She is important to me" you said bluntly as you stood by her side in the Hewn City.

It was just after Solstice and you'd brought her more gifts than anyone else. Everyone just assumed it was because she was now in Vallahan a lot and that you missed her, but now that Feyre knew Morrigan liked women, she couldn't help but think there was something budding between the two.

"Hmmm, she'll be back from Vallahan tonight. I assume she'll be tired and not want dinner with the rest of us. So i was hoping you'd be kind enough to deliver it to her room?" Feyre questions, she knew that you and Mor would get on well and did tell her friend that she would in fact play match maker.

"If that it what you desrie Feyre. Remember i am at your disposal" you smile lightly at your High Lady, you knew she didn't need your protection but Rhysand wanted someone with her, as a friend, as a sister as a protector. And that is exactly what you'd become. You were more of a sister to Feyre than her actual sisters. You just got her, would know when and what she wanted to do and eat or drink. What she was thinking and feeling and how to always help her based on those moods.

She was forever thankful for you, so the least she could do is be honest with you.

"Y//N, wha-what are you doing in here?" Mor asks as she enteres the room in her nightwear from the bathroom. You'd brought her food in while she was bathing waiting on the desk in the corner of the room for her.

"Feyre requested i bring your meal to you" you state.

"Did she now" she laughs bitterly looking at the food at the desk, you stood up hand directing her to the seat.

"I also had to see you" you admit lightly looking her in her beautiful brown eyes. You reach forward, hand coming up to hold her cheek, and her reaction to your touch had tears brimming your eyes. She leaned into your hand breathing in your scent.

"Please" she asked looking at you.

"Please what" you asked.

"I need you" she wined out looking over you.

"Are you sure Mor?" you asked.

"You are my mate. I've been waiting for you. Of course im sure" she breaths out. With that your hands are all over her curves running up and down from her hips up to under her breasts. You pull her closer, as you back your way to the bed, you sit down pulling her down into your lap. You move forward encasing her lips in yours swishing your tounge in when her mouth opens in shock.

You pull her forward hand coming under her grown and past her panties rubbing against her clit.

"Mmmmm" she moaned training her eyes on you. She kept watching only until two of your fingers slipped into her wet heat, pumping in and out did her head fall into the crevise of your neck. She started to suck and bite on it, moans coming from the pair of you.

You kept going keeping your fingers in a scissoring motion, inside her. She was starting to constantly make high pichted breathy noises that was music to your ears as she eagerly grinded onto your hand.

You took your hands out, even though she tried to grab at your wrist to keep it there.

"No, why please don't stop"

You lean back scooting up the bed pulling her along with you.

"Take those of and come smother me" you tell her, and her head cocks to the side. She strips her pants off and crawls up to you, her bare heat touching against your leathers. She starts to grind against them, her clit loving the feeling, her arms shaking as she tries to being herself to her high with your clothes.

"Now that's not somethering me is it. I want you up here on me sweets" you tell her, pulling her up so she was kneeling across your breasts, she moves the rest of the way forward hovering above your face.

She held the headboard, gripping it tightly, if it was held any rougher she believed it would probably crack. You pulled her down onto your awaiting mouth, starting to feast on the wetness that was dripping from her. You tounge teased and nipped around her clit, gasps coming from her as she grinded against you.

You moved down, so your nose kept pressure on her clit, rubbing it as your tounge worked around her entrance.

"You taste, exactly how i imagine. Just as sweet as you" you groan having pulled back to talk to her.

Within seconds Mor was releasing her juices, into your mouth and down your chin. The woman was shaking above you as you continued to devour her, not giving her a break. She softly started to call out your name as if she was trying to get you to stop or atleast slow down, but her hips grinding down into your mouth told you otherwise.

"Fuck, I oh cauldron" Mor was saying above you, one hand was in her hair holding it up slightly to get it off her damo neck from sweat and the other still on the headboard. Her hips were grinding into you so much that a small creak could be heard from the bed.

Only minutes later was Mor reaching her second climax and honestly she had never felt this relaxed and horny in her life all at once. It was a confusing emotion but she was desperate for even more.

"You did such a good job sweets. You want a taste?" you asks as you pulled her down your body and sat yourself up, you kissed her and she could taste her essence on your lips, a soft groan coming from her.

"Can i stay with you?" you asked her, and she looked shocked. You'd just given her the most toe-curling orgasms she'd ever received and you werent asking for anything in return. Not forcing her to go any further.

"We're done?" she asks

"Not if you don't want to be" and she nodded at you making you spin her onto her back so that she was laying down. You stip of your top and then her's groaning at the side of her large breasts waiting for your mouth to encase them.

You take off your fighting leathers flinging them to the floor. You come back onto the bed and straddle one of her legs so your heat was connecting with hers. You started to move forward rubbing against her, both your slickness making it easier to push down pressure onto both your clits.

"Holy shit Morrigan" you say leaning down taking her nipple into your mouth tugging slightly.

"Call me that again"

"Morrigan, my Morrigan my nasty little Truthteller" you say smiling down to her. Her hands up up squeezing at your breasts. You moan and both of you reach your climaxes and she lays down next to you.

You stayed with her the whole night, holding her close to you tucking her in your large wings. She sighed contently and slept like a baby the whole night.

The next morning came and a knock on the door startled you awake, you grasped Mor tighter worried it could be an intruder.

"Mor? We have a meeting" Rhysand's voice called out, and she knew that the cough by his side was Cassian, the rest probably already in the meeting room no doubt.

"You need to leave, Y/N they cant find you here" Mor says pulling you out the bed. She pulls a shirt over your head and throwing your pants at you.

"What? It's just your family? Why cant they know" you ask but still put your pants on, not wanting to be exposed to the High Lord and General.

"Please just go, ill see you at breakfast" she smiles placing a kiss on your forehead before shouting things through the door about getting ready in five minutes.

In the meeting Feyre could tell something was eating away at her best friend. Mor was unusually quiet, not having any of the tea or biscuits provided on the table.

"How about me adjourn for some breakfast" Feyre indicates being starved herself from the training she'd been doing with Cassian and Azriel recently.

When they entered Elain and Nesta were already there, and by the time they had all filtered in there was one space left for you. In your typical fashion, you sauntered into the room. Your eyes immediately landed on Mor and you tried to gain her attention by her eyes stayed down and focused on her plate.

She ignored you for the whole of breakfast and Feyre could see the hurt and longing in your eyes as you attempted to make conversation with her.

"Just go away!" she finally snapped at you. Cassian and Azriel's head whipped round at her loud voice. Your eyes widened in shock.

"Why are you saying this Mor? This is what you were saying..."

"Don't you even finish that sentence. Leave this dining room, your no longer welcome with my family" she practically growls out.

"I- Mor please you're killing me" you say sinking into your chair even more.

"I dont think that decision is up to you Mor" Cassian interrupts.

"Did she hurt you?" Azriel asks coming up to Morrigan, she looks at you and catches your eyes. She nods her head, leaning into Azriel making him glare at you.

"Y/N" Rhys growls, and it stops Feyre seemingly trying to enter his mind.

"You know, as a truthteller Morrigan, all you've done is lie" you spit getting up, everyone stands up from the table as if to protect Mor. You run out the room straight to the nearest balcony and letting your wings sore. Not only did Mor just break your heart, seeing Cassian who had been there for you since you were young turn on you in seconds.

You go to the one place you knew you'd be safe, back to the shack ... swearing to yourself to never again return to Velaris.

A/N

This was really long, I’ve left it open ended for a part 2 if you guys are into that!

I also realised I’ve been writing a lot of angst so I’m gonna try and get some pure FLUFF and SMUT out soon so I don’t fully break you all!

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I keep thinking these covers will get easier but they just get more elaborate. And creepy. Given how on-the-nose this cover is, you wouldn’t think it took @longsightmyth and I literal hours of back and forth in the harem discord to hammer out all the specifics!

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