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vidalinav · 2 years

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Okay so in this fic I’m writing:

They all live in a town called Wimberly, but Cassian lives in the woods 30 minutes outside of town, which is up on a hill alongside this mountain called Hawthorne’s Peak. There’s a lot of like superstitions about the mountain, even one that’s like if you reach the top with a partner you’ll be together forever so a lot of couples will hike there and propose. Even ones where if you reach the peak, you’ll have a wish come true or something will be forgiven, so there’s a lot of hikers coming with some form of grievance or goal.

The town of Wimberly is full of like... I don’t know, small town weirdos.

Cassian is an architect, but mostly does small renovations for the town (he doesn’t want to leave this place ever, doesn’t have big ambitions). Azriel has a number of odd jobs, because he can’t settle on one (he has a fear of commitment). One of which was that he was trained to be a paramedic but then quit. He now runs a security company for like 70% of the time. But pretty much he’s here and there. Rhys runs a business in the city but has this home for vacations. They all technically live in the same house, and made this house together whether they live in it full time or part time. They’re childhood bestfriends but they call each other brothers since they’ve been raised together.

Emerie is Cassian’s cousin. She has a small cabin not too far from their house, but she works in town and owns a coffeeshop/bar/bookstore. This town doesn’t have too many residents so many of the places are used for multiple things. Gwyn is the doctor who runs the clinic in town and is really the only doctor there. Her sister Catrin in this, is a kid sister that she takes care of instead of a Twin in canon, who’s pretty loud mouthed and tends to like Azriel a lot.

Devlon is a convenient store owner and is one of the only two gas stations in this town. His is closer towards the mountain and the other is leaving the town and going in the opposite direction. He used to be a camp counselor, but when his wife died he stopped and basically now only does this. He’s super grumpy. But he was a camp counselor for the bat boys.

Feyre and Elain are not in the story early, because this is an amnesia fic and Nesta doesn’t know who she is. But basically they’re rich... or presumed to be at least. City girls and honestly live probably on the other side of the country.

Mor... I have no idea. I think she’s a city girl and tends to go back and forth because she technically grew up in another small town next to Wimberly called Foreston. Foreston is where the Vanserras live and also where Emerie is visiting at the start of this fic. It’s by coincidence that they meet each other and hang out (because they don’t do that usually). But Cassian knows Mor well because of course she’s still Rhys’ cousin. Still Moremerie, but Mor is definitely too close to Cassian at some point so Nesta does sort of take this to mean that Mor and Cassian are together, which they’re not.

Nesta ends up working with Emerie while they figure out who she is. She keeps going to see Gwyn because she starts getting nightmares and she can’t sleep and she still has no memory. Cassian is like overly fond of her, and is like committed to her wellbeing because he’s the one who finds her in the woods. Also he’s like attached. They’re all like what is this puppy love and he’s like... stop talking, I’m not in love, just being a good person and friend and they’re like... whatever you say.

They do have a romance little by little.

BUT the plot of this of course is that Nesta gets hurt because she’s running away from Tomas when he tries to murder her unsuccessfully during their honeymoon because he wants her inheritance. So she’s obviously not dead, and he tries to come back to finish the job. So not only does she not know who she is or how she got injured, she also has a bunch of near misses because of Tomas.

So there you go... you see that I write random shit and I make up too many details of fics I barely write. Though I am writing this one or at least the first chapter since it’s already 2000 words.

#It's called...#Wimberly Woods

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hellogoodbye14 · 2 years

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You’re in Labour?! - Nessian (One Shot)

⚠️: Tis the the day I finally did Nessian. The only warning? There is so much chaos and just general fluff and humour in this fic : Rhys+Nesta Brotp + Adult Nyx + Panicked Cassian + Gwynriel + Drunk chaotic Mor and Gwyn duo + levelheaded Emerie+ Feyre who has the best sober tactics + House of Wind which just loves celebrating with flowers and chocolates

A tad bit longer than usual but I hope you guys enjoy it!

Nesta had decided that if Rhys threw one more concerned look towards her bump, she would impale him with her favourite sword. Feyre would understand one day,

“Stop staring and train them.”

“You sure you’re okay standing? I can get you a chair.”

She groaned. Overbearing mother hens each of them. Nesta was in her last month and was due in about two weeks. Cassian being Cassian had made sure to stick by her side. Before she even comprehended she was thirsty, he had a glass of water ready. Any weird craving she had? He got it in record time even if it was deep into the night. A bit chilly, he wrapped her around with her favourite blanket.

But what he could not do was miss the Annual Prythian Generals meeting. He had practically begged her to join him but Nesta had already promised Emerie that she would overlook the female Illyrian Training Legion today. Emerie, as Lead Commander of the legion had a lot on her plate and was close to a burnout. So Nesta volunteered. Since Cassian and Azriel were both busy, Rhysand was training them today in advanced Katana skills. Nesta knew Cassian hated it but she had told him to stop being overdramatic and relax.

They were training in a ring dug deep within an Illyrian mountain. The ring itself was protected by ancient ruins which meant magic did not work. To leave you had to do the trek down or up the hill and the landing itself was so narrow that it was impossible for someone with wings to fly in or out. Many new females felt comfortable and safe here so they decided to stick with this place. There was no place safer in Illyria. Cauldron, she was a whole two weeks away and literally just standing ordering Rhys and the girls around. This was a dream of a day for her.

“Ugh, I’m fine! Go and do your thing… that is if you still can old man.”

Rhys just rolled his eyes.

He grabbed bokken training swords that roughly echoed the shape and weight of the katanas. He spun one in his hand, as if adjusting to its weight.

He then pointed and instructed the females to grab one and pair up. He paired up with the current captain and demonstrated the parring techniques they needed to execute in their attack.

“The next time we do this,” he told the cohort, who all looked a little too eager to watch him fight and instruct, “we do it blindfolded. Your senses are all good enough that you should be able to fend off an attack even without your visual ability. But today you may use your eyes.”

He was an exacting teacher, with comments about the angle of the spine, the placement of the fingers around the handle. He specified whether the weight was appropriately distributed. Once the training was done, the girls made the hike upwards. Hiking up the hill for Nesta, wasn’t a problem. Madja said she could remain active like she had before without any problems and Nesta did.

“Good class High Lord. Didn’t know you still had it in you.” She couldn’t help but tease as Rhys organised the stuff.

He chuckled, “These old bones still have some tricks left.”

“Doubt that pops, but okay.”

Both Rhys and Nesta turned towards the new but familiar voice. Sure enough, there stood an adult Nyx in his Illyrian leathers with a troublemaker smirk on his face.

Nesta smiled as Nyx pecked her on the cheek.

“Hey Aunt Nessy!”

She ruffled his hair, “Hey rugrat. Where have you been these last two weeks?”

Nyx who was now just a smidge taller than Rhys hugged his father in greeting.

“Your mate has been riding my ass. He is making my legion reconstruct an old inhabited building which we kind of destroyed during an exercise.”

Rhys chuckled and Nesta felt her eyebrows shoot up.

Nyx recognised the look on her face and smiled.

“Yeah the hypocrisy isn’t lost on me. I pointed out to him that he had once destroyed a building at Summer.”

“What did he say?”, said an amused Rhysand picking up his bag.

“He said ‘I destroyed a building in another court, you knuckleheads destroyed it on our turf. If you do it, do it elsewhere.’”

“Please don’t do it elsewhere”, said Nesta and Rhys in unison.

“I won’t but I do need a favour from you dad.”

“Yeah?”

“The guys and I need a break and were thinking of doing a games night. Can we take over grans cabin tonight?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Bibbity bobbity boo?”, responded Nyx wiggling his eyebrows.

Nesta chuckled, Nyx was a hoot and was pure trouble. He always had been and she adored her nephew and his ability to make the vein in his fathers forehead pop.

“Kid, you crack me up.”

Nesta chuckled but then she gasped loudly..both men froze.

“I think my water just broke. Yep. My water just broke.”

“What!” Nyx yelled, jumping five feet up. “Are you sure?“

“Yes, I’m sure!”

Rhys was already running and grabbing the bag Cassian had stored at every destination Nesta frequented.

“Rhys, I want my sweats.”

Rhys was going through the bag like a crazy person while Nyx helped her into a chair.

“Why is there so much shit in this bag!”

“Rhys!”

“Got it”, he said rushing over and breathing heavy.

She stared at the sweats in his hand.

“That’s not the one.”

“Does it matter? We need to get you up there!”

“Your nephew is trying to push his way through my fucking vagina! I want my grey sweatsuit!” she screeched, before taking a deep breath, and rubbing a hand onto her stomach.

She saw him freeze.

“She’s in labor. Holy shit, Nesta is in fucking labor” muttered Rhys to himself.

“Oh, please, please don’t do this, Rhys! Don’t be that guy who faints!”

Rhys snapped out of it and ran to get the right ones. When he was back Nyx and Rhys turned around to give her privacy to change.

“Okay done.”

Rhys ordered Nyx to go ahead of them and tell everyone to get everything ready. He would carry Nesta up the hill.

Nyx rushed upwards, and Rhys bent down and placed his one arm under her knees and the other around her back. He picked up Nesta and looked down at her.

“You comfortable?”

“As comfortable as a woman in labour being carried up a hill can be.“

He nodded and smiled.

“You got this, Valkyrie.”

Rhys was fast and didn’t falter, but the contractions got so bad that he had to stop each time she had one.

When she had probably permanently damaged his ears after the seventh one, she panted and said, “Rhys, I’m tired. I don’t know. This isn’t right. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

He cupped her tear stained cheek with one hand.

“Hey, look at me. You’re doing great, you’re literally a legend and if anyone can do it then you can alright?”

She nodded even though tears continued to track down her face.

“Now breathe through this one and I promise I will have you up this hill before your next one.”

“You swear?”

It was nuts to make him promise. There was no way he could predict when her next contraction would be but for some reason his promise comforted her.

His violet eyes sparked, “I swear it.”

She grabbed his hand and squeezed as she yelled through her contraction.

“Perfect Nesta! Okay, now lets go.”

And just like he promised, he had her up the hill before the next one.

As soon as they reached, Rhys grabbed her hand and winnowed her straight into the House of Wind.

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“Dude, you are now so my BFF,” said Mor as she folded her arms behind her head and gazed up at the night sky. “I mean, I don’t go counting stars with just anyone.” Gwyn, who was lying beside her on the grass, put a finger to her lips. “Aw, you’re so my BFF, too. Oh wow, look, that one’s twinkling. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, la, la.”

Emerie who was lying next to Mor on the other side snickered. It was finally her day off and Mor had cooked them an amazing meal. Gwyn had come in because she was upset with Azriel, both girls decided drinking was in order and now they were completely sotted.

Mor burst out laughing and gave her drinking partner a high five, almost missing her hand.

“Thanks for being here with me you guys!”, mumbled Gwyn.

“Always! And you know what? Fuck Az! You should totally put some salt in his coffee.”

Gwyns eyes lighted up.

“Ooh that’s a good idea!”

“You know what else is a good idea?”

“What?”

“Tattoos!”

“Oh my god, lets get one tomorrow!”

Emerie groaned, “You two are a menace.”

And the chaotic duo ignored that comment.

Gwyn squealed, “I’m getting ‘Azriel Is a Fuck-Ass’ across my arm where everyone can see.”

“I like it. It’s unique and edgy!”, said a nodding Mor.

Patting the ground to her right, Gwyn frowned. Looking around and finding no sign of what she was looking for, her frown deepened.

“Did you hide my drinks?”

Mor shook her head. “No, why?”

“I came out with, like, seven, and they’re gone.”

“You sure you didn’t drink them all?”

“I can’t have, or I’d be drunk right?”

“Oh yeah, true.”

Suddenly a head was peering down at them, smiling in amusement.

“Oh hey, Shadowsinger ,how’s it going?”

“What are you doing down there?”, he asked barely able to contain his smile.

“Oh, we’re just talking and chilling. You know something people who like eachother do.”

Azriel winced. Yeap, he deserved that.

“I’m sorry babe, work has been crazy and I’ve been trying to get it done sooner so I could come back to you. I’ve missed you more than you know”

Mor leaned in and whispered but not really whispered, “Aw, that’s sweet.”

Azriel held out a hand.

“Don’t make me go alone Red. I miss you.”

“Ooh he’s good!”, said a giggling Mor to Emerie.

Gwyn snickered as she took his hand, “Yeap, man has a talented mouth alright. I once nearly passed out.”

Azriel blushed, Mor laughed and Emerie groaned.

“Ugh Gwyn! TMI man, the guy is my superior commander”, whined Emerie.

Just then a frantic Feyre came running out.

“Guys! Get in, Nesta’s in labour.”

“What?!”, everyone yelled

Gwyn and Mor yelled too but their yell was followed by a hiccup.

“Yeah let’s go, hurry up. Oh Gwyn and Emerie, she said she’ll need you in the room.”

“Oh fuck….”, muttered Emerie.

“What?”, asked a worried Feyre.

“Mor and Gwyn are drunk”, explained Emerie.

“We’re so not!”

“Totally not true.”

Squawked both of them.

Feyre looked down at the empty seven bottles and sighed. She looked in thought for a second before nodding, “Okay, I’m going to use a snow blast on you guys to sober you up.”

“I don’t like the sound of that”, said Gwyn who stumbled behind Azriel.

Azriel turned around and bent down to look Gwyn in the eyes.

“Berdara, you got this. Nesta needs you, Get your shit together love.”

She nodded like a loyal soldier walking into battle.

Emerie would forever remember the scene of Feyre using her powers of winter to sober up Mor and Gwyn. Was it hilarious? Yes. Embarrassing? Totally. Would she forever remind her girlfriend and bestfriend about this? Absolutely. She just might ask the High Lady to paint the picture later.

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Cassian’s heart was beating out of his fucking chest. His wife and mate was in pain, horrible fucking pain and he couldn’t do jack shit about it. Gwyn was helping Madja and Emerie was on the other side holding Nesta’s other hand.

“Cut it out of me!” growled Nesta, “Fine. Give me a knife, I’ll do it!”

Cassian kissed her forehead.

“You got this Ness, just a bit more.”

“I’ve been pushing for nine god damn hours, I can’t do it anymore.”

Madja called out again.

“Here we go again. Ready? One, two, three.” Cassian was pretty sure everyone in the room and those waiting outside the room flinched at the sound of Nesta’s high-pitched scream.

She was in such endless pain, Cassian felt the echoes of it. Nesta sobbed into his neck a bit as she prepared for the upcoming contraction.

“Just a few more. You’re doing brilliantly.”

“You’re doing so well,” praised Emerie. “I think you’ve only broken one of my fingers.”

“I think I’ve had a shit.”

She sounded distressed and mortified. “Have I, Gwyn? Don’t lie to me.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“I have, you’re lying. Is she lying, Cass?”

“No,” Cass quickly said, “you haven’t, I promise.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Here comes another one!”, warned Madja

Nesta shook her head and groaned, “No no no, I can’t. I need a break.”

Gwyn moved under Madja’s orders and put a cup inhaler around Nesta’s mouth. It was to help her breathe better.

Madja said they would take a break after the next one. As soon as the next one ended, Nesta wanted ice chips so Cass left the room in a hurry only to bump into Rhys, Azriel and Feyre.

“Is she okay?”

“How much longer?”

“Does she need anything.”

All three of them attacked him with questions and he could only blink. It was as if he was finally coming out of battle and the world was a bit quiet now and he could hardly process what had happened in the last few hours.

Feyre snapped her fingers in front of him.

“Cass? Focus.”

“Chips, she needs ice chips.”

Feyre could see the impending freak out coming and gave Rhys a look. She quickly formed ice chips in a glass and walked into the room. Meanwhile Rhys and Az took him aside to snap him out of it.

“Cass, snap out of it.”

“She’s in so much pain, Rhys.”

“Yes, but she’s strong and will get through this”, said Azriel putting his hand on Cassian’s shoulder.

Rhys nodded.

“You need to be strong for her.”

But nope, Cass was lost and muttering things and just worried he would loose Ness.

Rhys and Azriel shared a look and nodded. Next thing Cassian knew, Rhys slapped him hard on the right cheek of his face. He slapped him so hard that he turned around because of the volition towards Az. Azriel then slapped him just as hard on the left cheek.

And just like that Cassian was out of it.

“Get it together man!”

“Go in there and get her through this.”

Cassian nodded.

“Thanks. Needed that.”

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“Why does this gas make me sound like an old villain?”

“Here, how about I move it out the way for—”

“Don’t you touch it,” Nesta growled at Cassian.

“It’s mine. Mine.”

“Okay, okay, you keep it, it’s yours.”

“Wanna try it?”

“No thanks, babe.” Cassians smile could be heard in his voice. The only time his tone ever softened that way was when he was talking about, or talking to Nesta. Gwyn had warned Cass, that during fae birthings, females were quick to turn on their mates and the guy was handling it like a pro.

“Alright Nesta, just one more and this will be over”, announced Madja.

Nesta nodded and took off the breathalyser.

She looked up to Cass smiling with tears in her eyes. He gave her a soft kiss with tears in his own eyes. He squeezed her hand and nodded at her.

“We’re going to be a family”, she whispered.

“Yes, we are. All thanks to you.”

“I love you.”

“Love you more, Ness. Let’s do this.”

She smiled and then pushed. Pushed with all her might and let out a battle cry.

As her scream faded, the sound of a baby crying filled everyone’s ears. There was not a dry eye inside the room.

“It’s a girl!”, exclaimed Gwyn.

Outside the room, they heard everyone jump and scream. Literally, the lot was making loud and celebratory noises and Gwyn just knew the beautiful baby girl would be spoiled rotten by everyone.

Nesta felt herself take in a deep breath just as Cassian did, biting his lips and trying his best not to let the water building under his eyes to fall. He failed.

“Would you like to…”, asked Madja.

“Yes,” Cass answered choked up, cutting her off and taking the pair of scissors Gwyn offered. Nesta didn’t realize she was crying until she wiped her face and watched Cassian cut the cord.

She held her arms out for her daughter, and the moment she was in them, She never wanted to let her go.

“Hello…” she cried, kissing her daughters head, “I’m your m…mo…”

“She’s your mommy.” Cassian finished for Nesta as he kissed her shoulder. He stood besides them brushing their daughters little red cheeks.

The House let out a shower of flowers and chocolates around the rooms and halls in celebration and everyone rushed in when Nesta and Cassian were ready for them to see the new addition to the family.

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#acowar #acotar #acomaf #acosf #nesta #cassian #nessian #pregnant nessian #rhysand #feyre #azriel #gwyn #gwynriel #emerie #mor #moremerie #nyx #house of wind

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niaacotar · 3 years

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Gwyn & Emerie vibes

@matilda_wilsonx & @_r.ue_ on Instagram

#gwyn berdara #gwyn #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #emerie #moremerie #valkyries #acosf #a court of silver flames #acotar #nesta archeron #acotar fancast #face claim

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feyrevermore · 3 years

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for my mor + emerie besties! i love these two so much and i hope we get to see them developing a proper relationship as acotar continues!

💖🏳️‍🌈🧚‍♀️

#mormerie #mor and emerie #acotar #acotar fanart #acosf #moremerie #morrigan #emerie #sjmaas #sjm books #sjm #acosf spoilers

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positivewitch · 3 years

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Nesta Archeron Cassian

Gwyneth Berdara Azriel

Emerie Morrigan

Feyre Archeron Rhysand

Amren Varian

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myfriendscallmeraba · 3 years

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Eluciens Gwynriels Elriels

🤝 🤝

Shipping Mor and Emerie

#honeslty I think it’s the only thing we can agree on #also someone remind me their ship name I have no idea😂😂#remember to be kind lovelies #acotar #acosf #elriel #elucien #gwynriel #moremerie #emmor #gwyn bedera #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #emerie #mor #morrigan #azriel

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almosttenaciousmoon · 2 years

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Ok so idk if it’s canon or fanon (I haven’t read acosf in a while) but you know that theory about how Koschei split his soul and placed them in objects and that being why he can’t be killed?

Well doesn’t hat sound a lot like what Voldemort did with his soul with the horcruxes in Harry Potter?

Just some food for thought...

#acosf #koschei #Koschei the deathless #acosf theory #nesta archeron #cassian #Azriel #gwyneth berdara #emerie of illyria #nessian #moremerie #gwynriel

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nessiantrashh · 3 years

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i KNOW we’re not comparing nesta hating mor’s drip in acowar to Mor telling nesta she deserved to be dumped in the human lands or chill with the women hating abusers in the CoN??? they’re not even in the same league??

i’m definitely chalking mor’s character assassination (acowar forward) to sjm but let’s not act like nesta owes mor an apology?? homegirl has a lot of bitter truths to swallow which is MADD ironic since that’s her supposed gift... but hey that’s very on brand for sjm character development

we deserved a confrontation scene between the two of them but instead we got ✨some dancing lessons✨ & ✨offering to train with the valkyries✨ to represent some weird olive branch between the two of them

#acosf #nesta archeron #moremerie #anti mor #sometimes i want moremerie but i’m so disinterested in mor #acosf spoiler #if mor is your girl boss y’all can keep her gladly!!!#anti inner circle #anti sjm #emerie x mor #emerie #inner circle #inner circle? more like inner clowns #morrigan

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elucienschild · 3 years

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me: acotar isnt my favorite series at all, i prefer the infernal devices and the folk of the air

also me *talking about acotar theories 24/7*

#acosf spoilers #acotar #elucien #endgame #gwynriel #azriel #gwyn berdara #lucien vanserra #feyre archeron #nessian #feysand #emerie #morrigan #moremerie #amren x varian #sjmaas

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feyredarlinq · 3 years

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no but listen

acotar 5: elriel

acotar 6: vassalucien / vassajurianlucien

novella: moremerie

#acotar 5 #acotar 6 #elriel #elain x azriel #azriel #moremerie #mor x emerie #lucien vanserra #lucien x vassa #lucien x vassa x jurian #elain #elain archeron #mp

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offtorivendell · 3 years

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A Hint at Emerie x Mor?

Please don't screenshot this post without credit.

Disclaimer: As always, this could be nothing at all. Emerie and Mor haven't even met, of which we're aware, but this could be an example of the sort of hint that SJM likes to drop into her writing.

Two of the three uses of some variation on the word "fizz" to describe a character's reaction to a situation in all of the ACOTAR series involve Mor and Emerie, the third being Cassian when the Inner Circle learnt that Amren was discovering the results of eating solid foods, in ACOFAS. Perhaps coincidentally, the uses for Mor and Emerie are closely associated with the word "blush."

ACOMAF, chapter 43

ACOSF, chapter 38

Then, when Nesta returned to the library following one of her dancing lessons with Mor before winter solstice, Emerie was still with Gwyn hours after their training had finished. How long did it take Gwyn to show her Merrill’s office? This time, after commenting on Mor's beauty, Emery herself blushed.

ACOSF, chapter 56

Again, this could of course be a coincidence, but perhaps this rewording of "blush" is meant to link the two earlier "fizz" scenes in an understated way, perhaps as a metaphor for the way in which Mor (and I assume Emerie, too) would have to carry out a romance - out of sight from their conservative families/cultures?

Emerie and Mor might not be endgame - we don't even know if they've met - but perhaps this foreshadows future interest, or a potential fling, at the very least? Given the way that SJM uses words with intention, could they end up "married and mates," or will they fight with bows and swords, side by side? Neither, or both? Mor did say she wanted to train with the Valkyries, so I assume she will eventually meet Emerie, if they haven't met already.

Either way, it's a subtle but interesting parallel, even if I have completely misinterpreted it, and I'm excited to read more about both Mor and Emerie in the next books.

#acotar #acosf #acotar theory #morrigan acotar #emerie acotar #emerie #emorie #moremerie #what is their ship name #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #emerie x mor #mor x emerie

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vidalinav · 3 years

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You can’t tell me that Emerie, Gwyn, and Nesta are not overly affectionate people. I just feel they’re huggers, arm around shoulders, snugglers especially (if not exclusively) with each other.

***Lol I just headcanon that they’re more affectionate with each other than any of their spouses. As soon as this group is together, forget their spouses. Azriel, Mor, and Cassian are in the back crossing their arms, looking at each other like... should we hug? And then simultaneously shaking their heads and getting all jealous, because Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta are hanging off of each other. Getting the three of them together is like coming back from being ten years apart even though they saw each other... yesterday afternoon.

#nesta archeron #emerie of illyria #gwyn berdara #the valkyries #lol no one will convince me that having two friend groups get together is not the best idea #that shit would be hilarious #moremerie #gwynriel #nessian

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hellogoodbye14 · 2 years

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Solstice - Inner Circle/ Valkyries

Warning ⚠️: Cuteness alert. All things wingspans and snowball fights. Feysand and Nyx fluff/ chaotic inner circle and valkyrie grouping.

Side Note: Sorry this came out so late, its been a rough week but Im so happy with this one and oh Feysand Mafia next!

Rhys had woken up just before the crack of dawn and pecked a sleepy Feyre with several kisses. Feyre had laughed and watched her mate get dressed in his winter leathers in record time. Her mate looked excited for this years snowball fight, apparently it was the year where he would decimate his brothers. He had a whole plan worked out. A plan that he had worked on for a year, no seriously, the man had a whole section of his office dedicated to this “plan”.

Rhys looked gleeful, saying he would finally have Az kneel in surrender because Azriel would for the first time in over 500 years be absolutely distracted and exhausted. This was Rhys’s chance at payback for the awful beating Az gave him two solstices back when he mated Feyre.

Now normally Feyre would disagree with her mate about the Shadowsinger ever being distracted but she had seen the looks shared between the Shadowsinger and the Valkyrie last night and Rhys was right, Azriel was going to face hell today.

Rhys moved towards the basinet and gave a slumbering Nyx a soft kiss. Just then, an impatient knock sounded at the door. Rhys opened it to find Cassian standing and tying his hair with an elastic band.

“You ready?”

“Ready to win? Yes.”

Cassian scoffed, “In your dreams brother. Now lets drag that doofus out.”

Feyre rolled her eyes at the pair from the bed, “You know you guys could just let him enjoy this time with his mate and do your snowball fight later?”

Rhys looked at her as if she had grown out two heads, Cassian let out a gasp.

“Delay. DELAY our snowball fight?!”

“Shh!! Nyx is sleeping Cass”, said Rhys.

Feyre glared and whispered screamed at Cass, “Cass use your freaking inner voice because I swear to Cauldron if you wake my child up, I will kill you.”

Cassian lowered his voice because he wasn’t dumb enough to mess with his high lady’s threat especially when she was sleep deprived.

“Well Rhys and I didn’t get any exemptions neither should Az. Besides, I have a plan.”

“Of course you do”, muttered Feyre as she shook her head.

“Azriels going to be distracted about Gwyn, Rhys is going to be absolutely exhausted because of sleep deprivation courtesy of my ally Nyx.”

Rhys raised his eyebrow, “It’s not like you intentionally made Nyx keep us up during the nights.”

Cassian offered him a smug grin, “I don’t know, the sugar cookies I’ve given the little guy just before bedtime sure might have helped.”

“You son of a bitch!”, whispered yelled Rhysand.

“Seriously Cass? You didn’t think about me?”

“Sorry Feyre babe but you were collateral damage. I have to win this one.”

Rhys began pushing Cassian out the door until he stopped and gave Feyre an intrigued look, “How do you know they are mates though?”

“It’s obvious. You’d have to be blind not to see it and Rhys the other section of your office is dedicated to matchmaking plans for those two. You literally named the file.”

Rhys’s eyes widened, “I have no idea what you’re on about.”

“Umm hmm, don’t think I don’t know why you insisted on making them partners for the new mission.”

“What was the files title?”, asked an amused Cass.

“Gwynriel Is Endgame Plan”, announced a snickering Feyre.

Cassian chuckled and a blushing Rhys simply shrugged, “What.. they’re cute okay. I ship it.”

“We all do, now lets go drag him out.”

Feyre went back to bed but she could hear Rhys and Cassian banging on Azriels door down the hallway and yelling at him to get out.

Azriels groaning voice sounded through the hall alongside his feet being dragged along the wooden floor by his two brothers.

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Feyre couldn’t help but share an amused smirk with her sister as a dishevelled looking Gwyn came down the staircase.

“Rough night Gwyneth dear?”, said Nesta wiggling her eyebrows.

Gwyn gave her bestfriend an exasperated look as she said hello to everyone at the table. Amren waved back as she ate her cereal, Emerie snickered before digging into her eggs again.

“It’s too early in the morning for this Nesta”, said Gwyn as she made a grab for the coffee and sat besides Feyre who gave her a side hug in greeting.

“Where’s my favourite man?”

“Well he’s at the annual snowball fight of course.”

Gwyn rolled her eyes, “I meant Nyx, Ness. And also do they seriously have a snowball fight every year?”

“Yeap”, responded Feyre and Nesta.

“I’m pissed they didn’t invite me. I’d have loved to smash their faces.”

“Ooooh because they ruined your sexy time with a certain Shadowsinger?”

“Nesta”, Emerie warned and bumped her wing against the Valkyrie.

“Mor took Nyx with to get the…. well for shopping errands” said Feyre.

Amren snorted and went back to reading her newspaper.

Just then Mor came rushing in with a bouncing and giggling Nyx in her arms.

“I got them! I got them! Is she up?!”

“Took you long enough”, said an eager Nesta making a grab for the shopping bag and putting out the condiments.

“It was cold and I wanted to make sure to wrap an extra layer on Nyx. Hey Gwyn, so happy you’re finally up.”

“Ummm… why?”

Feyre decided to approach the topic given that her sister and Mor had literally no tact this morning.

“We were hoping you could help us settle a hypothesis of sorts.”

“A hypothesis?”

“Yes. You see there’s a saying that an Illyrian males wingspan has a correlation with the size of another part of his anatomy.”

Gwyn raised an eyebrow, “What part?”

“His joystick in the land down under”, exclaimed an excited Mor.

“His Firehose”, added Nesta.

“His dingaling”, countered Mor and on and on it went between the two.

“His frank and beans.”

“His jackhammer.”

“Oooh ooh his trouser snake.”

“Stop oh my god! I think she gets it”, begged a pleading Emerie holding her head in her hands.

Gwyns eyes were wide in shock.

Feyre patted her on the back, “You see Azriel has the biggest wingspan so we would just like to see you confirm this certain hypothesis. It’s a science experiment really.”

Nesta and Mor eagerly nodded and Gwyn looked back at the High Lady who had an imploring look on her face, “Oh don’t use that look on me! You’re the worst of them all Feyre.”

Feyre simply smirked and shrugged as everyone laughed. Nyx reached for Feyre and she placed him in her lap and gave him a kiss.

Gwyn however choked on her coffee as she finally spotted the items Mor had brought and Nesta had placed on the table.

Lined up was a variety of food items. A cucumber, a banana, an ecclair, an eggplant, a hot dog, a corn on the cob and a baguette.

Gwyn looked at everyone and Emerie simply raised her hands as if to say she had nothing to do with this.

“Okay so point to the item that is most similar. You can point to two different ones to kind of imply the length and the girth” said an excited Nesta who was practically bouncing in her seat.

“Are you guys crazy?!”

“Its for science!”, all three of the ladies yelled.

“Schieeenceee”, repeated a babbling Nyx from Feyre’s seat.

Everyone laughed and the toddler basked in the attention and clapped his hands. He looked up at Feyre and she felt him give her a questioning brush against her mind, he then asked “Da da?”

She smiled, Nyx was very attached to Rhys just as Rhys was very attached to Nyx. The two couldn’t stay apart for a long period of time so Nyx was often found at Rhys’s office, or at important meetings. She brushed a hand over his dark hair and offered a reassuring brush of her mind against his. “He’s not at home sweety, but he will be soon.”

Nyx smiled up at her and settled against her playing with the ring on her hand.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this”, said a groaning Gwyn to a pleading Nesta who had not stopped pestering her.

Just as Gwyn was about to point at the items, Nyx suddenly disappeared from Feyre’s arms.

“Nyx not again!”

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“Son of a bitch Cass!”, yelled out a swearing Azriel from behind his fort.

Rhys couldn’t blame him, Cassian was set on killing them both today. Honest to god, his throws today were even more accurate than his spear throws in battle. So basically a 110% accuracy.

Rhys gathered a snowball in his hands and while Cassian was busy attacking Azriel, he threw the ball aimed at the back of Cassians head. Rhys put out his entire weight into the throw, and heard the whistle of the ball as it smashed into its target.

“Fucking ow!”, exclaimed Cassian rubbing the back of his head.

Azriel wasted no opportunity, he swung the snowball from one side at Cass whereas Rhys threw his from the other side. Cassian staggered backwards under the assault, trying to find his way back to the safety of his fort.

“My eyes! I’m blind!”

“You’re so dramatic”, yelled out an amused Azriel.

“Oh yeah? Come out here away from your hiding spot and see how it is!”

Rhys was just about to throw his next attack on an unsuspecting Azriel when he heard a soft angelic voice from the middle of the field.

“Da da?”

It couldn’t be. Surely not.

His son couldn’t have winnowed all the way here. He winnowed, but only on estate grounds premises, this however was way too far from his usual winnowing perimeters. Up until now, his budding powers only allowed winnowing to that distance.

Were his brothers laying a trap on him? Rhys peeked over his fort and sure enough there was his son sitting on the snow covered field patting the ground with his chubby little glove covered hands.

Rhys ran out of his fort towards Nyx and yelled out at Cass and Az not to throw anything. Nyx exclaimed out a “Da!” and started crawling towards his jogging father.

Cass and Azriel peeked over their forts and looked at one another suspiciously.

“It’s not a trap is it?”, asked Cassian.

“Surely he wouldn’t use Nyx as a trap. Would he?”

“Well I did.”

“Yeah but thats because you’re an ass.”

“Hey! That hurt.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No but still!”

Rhys picked up his son and made sure he was covered enough for the cold weather. Feyre’s frantic call came to him a second later,

Rhys, Nyx winnowed again but he’s nowhere on the estate grounds!

He’s with me

What?!

Yeah he winnowed in the field.

He’s going to give me a heart attack one day.

Rhys chuckled and offered her a reassuring brush of his mind.

Is he warm enough?

Yes love, I’ll look after him.

What about your snowball fight?

Well looks like Nyx is joining in this year.

Good god.

“What’s going on?”, asked Azriel from behind his fort.

“Nyx winnowed into the field.”

“You’re not using him as a trap are you?”

Rhys gave his general an exasperated look, Nyx looked at his father and then mirrored the same look towards his uncle Cass.

“What?… stranger things have happened.”

Rhys shook his head as the two made their way over the field. Nyx giggled at the snowfall and Rhys used night kissed air to form a tiny snow tornado in his free hand. Nyx touched it and giggled at the ticklish feeling of it.

“Alright buddy, how about you make your own snow angel?”

Rhys carefully layed Nyx down and moved his arms and legs to make a snowangel. Nyx babbled and laughed the entire time.

Azriel and Cassian finally made their way over and layed down next to Nyx to make their own snow angels on either sides of him. Rhys laughed at the final image of the snowangels, well three snowangels with bat like wings.

As Cass and Azriel got up, just for the sake of revenge, Cassian quickly made a snowball and threw it in Azriels face.

“God da-“, Azriel stopped himself from swearing near Nyx and glared at a smug Cassian.

Rhys picked up an amused Nyx and let him stand. Nyx bent down to grab snow and made a ball just like Cassian did.

He held up the ball and showed it to Rhys.

“Shnoow da da!”.

“Yes snow buddy.”

Just as Rhys finished, Nyx threw the ball in his fathers face. Right in his right eye.

Cassian hollered laughing, he laughed so hard he fell back into the snow. Azriel barked out a short laugh and gave Nyx a high five.

“Good job my man!”

And so four forts were made in close vicinity and Azriel, Cassian and Rhys playfully hid behind them as Nyx threw his snowballs at them. They threw light small ones in return and Nyx laughed every time.

The boys were super dramatic each time they let Nyx aim a throw at them. They grabbed their hearts and fell to the ground, they let out loud “oomph you got me bad Nyxy”, they ran towards the hiding spots begging for his mercy. Surprisingly the most dramatic of all was Azriel who gasped and fell to the ground in slow motion as Nyx threw a snowball at his knees.

“Nyx oh no!!”

Nyx laughed and ran towards his fallen Uncle Azriel to hug him.

“Unci Ashhh okay?”

Azriel ruffled his nephews hair, “Yes buddy, thanks for checking.”

Cassian snickered and bumped his wing against Rhys, “certainly shows more sportsmanship spirit than you.”

Rhys smiled at his son and Cass could have sworn he saw his brothers eyes glassy, eyes filled with absolute joy.

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