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creampuffqueen · 4 years

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This took a very different turn than I thought it would, lol. A request from @throne--of-sass, where Kier calls in his bargain and comes to Velaris, and how Mor reacts. I hope you enjoy!

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I am coming to Velaris. The words kept echoing in Mor’s head, even as she walked along the streets of the city she loved.

A bargain is a bargain, Rhysand. Mor picked up her pace, nearly running. Around her, she heard peoples’ whispers, of pity, of worry. The night was beginning to fall, and yet Mor kept running.

Kier was coming. Would arrive the next morning. And yet Mor thought that if she could just somehow, some way, do something, she could keep him away for another thirty years.

She wasn’t ready to see him. She didn’t know if she’d ever be ready to see him.

Rhys had given her an out. He always did, when her father was involved. And Mor was half-tempted to take it.

But staying away would cause more trouble than it was worth. So Mor would do as she always did; put on her favorite red dress, make her hair elaborate and gorgeous, and put on a mask of complete indifference.

It had always worked before. It should work this time. She told this to herself over and over. But it still didn’t stop the tears that spilled over cheeks.

Mor knew Rhys’s plan, the one to keep Kier from ever coming back. He’d make the city drab and plain and terribly boring, and hope that Kier, who was expecting his usual grandeur, would be utterly disappointed.

That was the plan. Mor could stick to the plan. She wiped at her face, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

I’d rather go before you are… too busy. Kier had sneered, pointedly glancing at Feyre’s rounded belly. A look that sent Mor’s blood boiling.

Starlight shone down onto her tear-stained face, and Mor breathed deeper, the scent of the nearby ocean washing over her.

You’re free. She reminded herself. An echo of the words she’d once said long ago, to a young girl she’d rescued from the depths of the Spring Court.

She was not a part of the Court of Nightmares anymore. She was not beneath that mountain, slave to her parents. She was The Morrigan, legendary warrior.

She would not let Kier get the best of her.

So Mor walked through Velaris, overseeing the changes being made. The glamours being woven over the Rainbow, and the markets, and parents talking with their children about how they couldn’t go outside tomorrow.

The once bright city was dark now, vibrant colors replaced with shades of brown and gray. There was no music playing, no scents of glorious cooking food.

The only thing that remained was the sky. The sky full of stars, twinkling overhead. Even Kier couldn’t take away the stars.

Returning to the House of Wind, Mor found that she still couldn’t sleep. Instead, she sat on the balcony, watching the night sky until the sun began to rise in the morning.

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“Mor.” The voice startled her awake, and Mor winced as she discovered a terrible cramp in her neck.

It was Cassian, the male unusually stoic. He had on his fighting leathers, and his dark hair was loose. He looked every bit the Lord of Bloodshed that Kier believed him to be.

“Is he here?” She asked quietly.

“No. Rhys is going to get him. You have maybe half an hour to get ready, if you want to come. But you know you don’t have to, right?”

“I know.” Mor said softly. “But I still will. I won’t let Kier have any power over me.”

Cassian nodded gently, taking a moment to rest his hand on her shoulder. His red siphon glowed brightly, reminding Mor of the dress waiting for her in her room.

She met his gaze for only a moment before he was gone, winnowing away to where the others would be waiting to meet him. Everyone would be there, even Feyre, despite the fact she was six months pregnant.

Mor bathed quickly and twisted her hair on top of her head, donning the dress. It was form-fitting with a slit on the leg and an open back. Everything her father was sure to disapprove of.

She took a long moment to stare in the mirror, at her face. Even beneath the fancy hair and the cosmetics, she could still see a remnant of that girl she had been, all those years ago.

Taking a deep breath, Mor steeled herself. Kier would be arriving any moment now, invading her city with his vileness. And she couldn’t just sit idly by while he did that.

Winnowing away was fast and effortless, and Mor inserted herself into the waiting group with ease. Feyre took her hand, squeezing it and giving her a tight lipped smile.

We’re here for you. She seemed to say. Mor wished she could offer something in return, but she had nothing. Already the mask was in place, keeping her emotions far, far away.

Even Amren seemed somewhat sympathetic, a strange new emotion, she was sure. Cassian and Azriel stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on the spot Kier and Rhys were set to arrive.

They didn’t appear in a flash of darkness and sound. No, Rhys had toned down his dramatic entrance; one moment they were gone, and the next they stood before the Inner Circle like they’d been there for hours.

“Hello, Kier.” Feyre was the first to speak up, taking the attention away from where he’d been staring as soon as he arrived. Mor. He was staring at Mor.

“Welcome to Velaris.” Feyre continued, one hand gesturing to the city and the other resting on her swollen stomach.

Kier didn’t speak, instead observing the city with a critical eye. “I thought this place would be more attractive.” He sneered.

Mor’s temper spiked, and she took a deep breath to calm herself.

“While it’s far less grandiose than the things you’re used to, I can assure you that my city has its own charm.” Rhys purred. “Would you like a tour? After all, if you’re to stay here for three days, I’m sure you would like to know how to get around.”

All the breath left Mor at once. She was going to vomit. Rhys was going to let him stay? For three days? She struggled to be near Kier for just an afternoon- this wasn’t part of the plan. If their idea failed-

Kier just snorted, but Feyre must have taken that as a yes, because the High Lady began to lead him into the city.

With his back turned away, Rhys glanced back to give the rest of the Inner Circle a quick nod. Then he followed his mate, the devious smirk of the High Lord of the Night Court firmly in place.

Quickly, Mor took off, Azriel on her heels. Cassian and Amren went the opposite direction, and they all forged their way deep into the city.

Azriel was silent, though that wasn’t unusual. The male kept pace beside her, his shadows racing away, searching for information.

When they approached the first business, the owner was already waiting for them. A pale lavender faerie, giant antlers protruding from his head.

“He’ll be here in about five minutes.” Azriel said. “Thank you so much for agreeing to do this.”

“It’s no problem,” The faerie, Ghorgi, said. “Nobody wants that bastard here.” He turned back into his shop, calling for his husband, Eio.

Mor and Azriel stepped inside the shop, not having any time to look around at the wares. Ghorgi and Eio sold books and stationary, and Mor would often go to them to buy envelopes.

They stood at the back of the shop, observing the two faeries quietly. Azriel cloaked them in shadows, obscuring them from view from the windows.

She could hear as Rhys and Feyre approached, talking to Kier outside.

“What are we doing here? This a hovel.” Mor was glad when she heard the venom in Feyre’s voice as she responded.

“Just because we’re allowing you here doesn’t mean we have to like it.” She snapped. “We’ve been more than kind, showing you all around our city. And yet you continue to insult it.”

“Anyway,” Rhys interjected. “This is Ghorgi, and his husband, Eio. They run this lovely shop right here.”

“His husband?” Kier snapped. “I knew you slummed with mortals and whores, Rhysand, but this-”

Whatever he was going to say was suddenly cut off. And replaced with a choking sound. Curiosity got the best of Mor and Azriel, and the two of them crept silently over to the windows, observing what was going on.

Rhys and Feyre stood side by side, both of Feyre’s hands now on her belly. Rhysand’s hands were in his pockets, the two of them looking so casual it was hard to believe what was going on beside them.

Kier was held nearly a foot off the ground by a whip of darkness, stealing all the air from him.

And Mor wasn’t sure how to feel.

Kier was an awful person. One of the reasons Mor, at nearly five hundred years old, still woke up gasping from nightmares.

But… did he deserve this? Rhysand wouldn’t kill him. She knew that; he never did. He would come close, and keep him alive at the last second. But this-

“He deserves every wretched second.” Azriel murmured, shocking Mor from her thoughts. “Forgiving that monster will never be justified, Mor. You never have to.”

Rhys finally let him go, and Kier toppled to the ground, gasping for air. “I… want- want to go home.” He choked.

“The bargain has been fulfilled.” Rhys purred. “And I would be more than happy to see you off.” Kier tried to struggle away, but Rhys grabbed his arm and winnowed, leaving only the echo of his scream in their wake.

“It worked.” Mor’s voice was incredulous as she stepped outside. “It- it actually worked.”

Feyre pulled her into an embrace, squeezing her tightly even against her large stomach. “Of course it worked.” When she let her go, Feyre smiled as she broke the glamour over the city.

The colors returned to Velaris, bright and happy, as if they had never been gone in the first place. The Rainbow was visible across the city, music began playing again.

“I was so worried.” Mor confessed. “I know Kier is volatile, but that- was something else.”

“He’s not coming back.” Feyre said, confidence oozing from her voice. “Not as long as I’m alive.”

Mor hadn’t realized she was crying until something wet dripped from her chin. She sniffed, wiping at the sudden tears. “Thank you, Feyre. And Rhys, when he gets back.”

Her city was safe. It would be safe long into the future. And while Mor knew she couldn’t face her father today, or the next day, or maybe even weeks from now, she did know that one day she’d be able to.

And just between herself, it was a bargain.

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #sarah j maas #feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #mor #morrigan #kier #azriel #cassian #amren

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tiredstudentsoul-blog · 5 years

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Story Plot Ideas

The Monster We Will Become

Abused and neglected children. Different backgrounds. But all are damaged. All lost meaning to love their parents. All took into custody by a social worker, all in the same foster family.

Miss Ivana 40

Ivana being a victim of child abuse wanted somewhere safe for the children who had gone through abuse and neglect. She fosters children no one wants.

Taylor Fischer 18

Was in a toxic family and siblings. Has a personality disorder, and has exactly 2 personalities. Jack and Max. Jack being the sadistic and closed off, Max being kind and caring. Jack from his parents and siblings, Max from his now deceased grandfather Max Fischer. He has mental and emotional damage from the toxic relationship he had, recovering very slowly. He is gay as hell, and proud to tell and show off. He is ready to go to Stanford. He only talks to Ivana, Alley, Lee and Frisk. His fashion is different everyday because of the two personalities crashing, like wearing goth then pastel the next day, a fashion disaster but still able to look good in them. A pure chunk of mystery with bad behavior, but inside he is very nerdy and smart as hell. He also write short stories online under the pen name Allen F.

Alley Montray 18

Abused by her mother, who was a former prostitute but giving birth recked her body. Alcoholic and drug addicted mother always harming her in any way possible. Leaving her physical sccared and low self esteem to deal with. Because of the lack of nutrition she is weak, but is recovering steadily with a help from a consoler and therapist. She a senior in high school and already ready to go to the local college. Normal looking girl with glasses that kind of makes her look like a book worm and a bit nerdy. She has freckles dotting her body, and hip long hair that has new flowers on it everyday. You can see a big scar on her back that is tattooed over a sensory of a garden, this scar is from when she was a baby(when abuse started). Other scars are littered across her body that she is proud to show, giving the aura “I survived”.

Dominic Aundray 17

He witnessed the death of his parents. Skipping through the foster system, house to house. Having to be a victim and witness of abuse or neglect at few homes. He has anger management issues and trust issues. He is going through therapy to get better for his now pregnant boyfriend(trans), with a little help and talk from Miss Ivana, Alley, and Lee. He does have more friends then any of them here, as he was befriend by his boyfriend friends and now has a brother figure named Jason who is in college. He wears leather jacket and mostly black clothes. He has a very emo and badboy vibe around him, but just socially awkward.

Lee T. 15

Emotionally abused by they father and neglected emotionally by their family. They have bolderline personality disorder. Used to go to high school but now takes online classes. Only going outside when they feel like it, help around the house, and seen doing something or walking around. Very close with Flora, Dominic, Victor, and Miss Ivana(foster mother). They are always wearing loose/shaggy cloths or bigger clothes, never wearing tight clothes. So inside they wear bigger tank top for their size and shorts that reveals their scars all over their body, and scabs on their legs. A good listener if it’s going to be long talk.

Victor Absole 12

Verbally abused by his siblings, sexual abuse by his mother, and witnessed a death of his little brother. His parents are behind bars, sibling all taken by his other relatives. But no one wanted him. So Miss Ivana stele in adopting him instead of fostering like the other kids. He goes to Alley and Lee for support as they are the most stable out of all the kids. He also is going to a therapist and counselor for guidance. He doesn’t talk much and wears every pastel shade you can find in the market, he likes to put makeup with help from Alley and opinion from Flora. He styles his clothing and looks pastel goth. He also has great talent to paint, which he learned after seeing Ivana, Max, and Lee painting. All his painting is decorating his room and the house along with few other painting.

Flora 7

A mute girl, her parents lost custody because of co-parenting issues and neglect. She communicates through sigh language or writing. Is sharing a room with Lee, result from being touch starved and neglect she needs someone with her. Lee is her mother/brother figure to Flora. Wears at least purple or blue because it was her parent’s favorite color.

Owen 5

Almost a victim to physical abuse from parents. The parents have been sent to a mental hospital for care. Eio helps Miss Ivana raise him as Eio had experience with taking care of a toddler(their brother and Frisk). Ivana is his mother figure while Eio is his brother figure.

What they last said to their family for the last time

“I only knew you as a family, I thought this was normal. But when I witnessed others I knew it wasn’t. I realized this is toxic, everything was toxic. You ruined me! You broke me! Do you know who hard my life because of you all?! Ever since grandpappy died everything changed! Because you were free from him! But that was the start of my hell! I hope to never see you fuckers again!” -Taylor

“I did everything you asked... But you gave me nothing back... You used me... you hit me, scratched me, slapped me. I love you mom... I really did... but now I don’t think I can ever love you after all you’ve done to me. Good luck in prison...” -Alley

“You got guts to say your my family. Cause I never loved you. I never will. You are a stranger, and I’m a stranger to you. I lost trust in you for a long time. I don’t ever want to see you all. Take that family name, I’m no longer one of you. I will keep in contact with Hana, but if you try to contact through her. I will cut contacts with her. Goodbye.” -Lee

“That’s what you get you piece of shits.” -Victor

“Mommy? Daddy? Why are you leaving me? Did you fight again? Is it my fault again? Mommy?! Daddy?! Don’t leave me! MOMMY! DADDY!” -Flora

#storyplot #family #foster

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