#Feymor

[shallyne]

Mor: So I'm making a snowman with my best friend, she just needs a little more snow on the side

Feyre: it's a she?

Mor: of course it's a she, I would never build a man

Feyre: he better build himself up

Mor: period

[starfall-spirit]

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

If you want to give me a gift you can come to my ask box and tell me you have visited any or all of the wonderful stories I am posting below and just tell me all the reasons the authors are amazing bc I guarantee I'll agree with you.

Feysand

As the River Flows and/or A Court of Faded Dreams by @the-lonelybarricade

Sunshine and Promises (You get some Helion too) and by @shallyne

A Memory Undone and/or The Things We Cannot Say Series (Mute!Feyre) by @writtenonreceipts

To Steal a Bride of Spring by @ultadverb

Of the Archer and the Dark by @thesistersarcheron

I Was Enchanted to Meet You and/or Is There a Word for a Bad Miracle by @separatist-apologist

Catch Me Flying, Love by @reverie-tales

Five Minutes to Midnight by @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship

Blood Moon and Starlight Fangs by @edgyellie

Elucien

Sunshine and Reunions (Sunshine and Promises AU) by @shallyne

Seven Tears for the Sea by @ultadverb

Call it What You Want to by @separatist-apologist

(Also it’s Elucien Week so check that stuff out. We have some very talented participants this year!)

Elriel

Glitch by @thesistersarcheron

Over the Edge by @shallyne

Morlain

Embers by @ultadverb

Feymor

You're so Gorgeous by @separatist-apologist

Multiship

Sea Monsters Series by @separatist-apologist

Prythian's Fantasia by @vulpes-fennec

You and I Are Going to Change the World by @velidewrites

Pretty Please (I Need Your Hands on Me) by @headcanonheadcase (Also known as the threesome I didn't know I needed until she dropped a chapter in ubc)

[velidewrites]

Feyre and Morrigan

[feyresdaughter]

A Court of Wings and Ruin, chapter 38:

We're out of Rhys's head again, back to Feyre

“Feyre,” Mor was saying, fingers digging into my shoulders through my leathers. “Feyre.”

Idk what to say, it's just a mother Feymor moment and I love them

“This way,” Mor said, and looped her arm around my waist as she led me into a dusty, empty alley. [...] I made it to a pile of fallen stones from the half-wrecked building beside us when I vomited again. And again. Mor put a hand on my back, rubbing soothing circles as I retched. “I did the same after my first battle. We all did.”

Mor reassuring Feyre and calming her down 😭❤️

Blood and sweat still coated me. I tried to remember the usual fit of my soul in my body, the priority of things, my way of looking at the world. What to do with my limbs in the stillness. How did I usually position my hands without a blade between them? How did I stop moving? Mor squeezed my shoulder, as if she understood the racing thoughts, the foreignness of my body.

No words, just them

War would linger with me long after it had ended, some invisible scar that would perhaps fade, but never wholly vanish. But for my home, for Prythian and the human territory and so many others … I would clean my blades, and wash the blood from my skin. And I would do it again and again and again.

AND THIS IS why Feyre is the best character in this whole damn series (and my whole world)

The Prince of Adriata rose to his feet. I did not have any magic left in me to shield. After seeing Rhys with the king, there was only an empty pit where my fear had been a wild sea within me. But I felt Mor’s power slide into place between us.

MOR IS SHIELDING HER

“Why?” Tarquin demanded, “Our dreams are the same,” was all I could think to say. [...] I spared him from the choice. “Tend to your wounded, Tarquin.” - “Don’t give me orders.” - “We are at your disposal,” I said to him, and walked out.

Please just give me a Feyre and Tarquin friendship.

“Take your mate and leave. And I’d suggest warning her not to give High Lords orders.” [...] Rhys said, “She is High Lady of the Night Court. She may do as she wishes.”

YESSSSS

[vorpalmuchness]

Feyre being Mor's soulmate would have been so interesting

[colorlesschristmastree]

halloooo 3, 13, 17 for the violence ask game!!

Hello!!!!

3. “screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr”

I’ll always bring this back because it still makes me sick but just the take that Rhys didn’t get SAd and that it was his choice and therefore his fault. Followed then by all the Feyre is a war criminal takes. Followed then by the people who say Feysand has nothing in common and the weird puritan way some people judge them for using sex for intimacy.

13. “worst blorbofication”

TAMLIN (..i think. still a little unclear on what blorbofication is but just know i mention tamlin in a derogatory sense)

17. “there should be more of this type of fic/art”

More feymor (romantic) and more feyre x all the bat boys.

[booksimpsblog]

I need more Feymor (Feyre x Mor) fanarts🛐🖐🏻

And Feyssian and Feyzriel obviously

[amethystlogan]

The party’s humanoid water hose npc himself, Archer Feymore. The Druid who thinks he’s a fighter, and resident Gay Disaster #2.

[birdiethebibliophile]

{fic} Soft and Sweet

Fandom:  A Court of Thorns and Roses Rating:  G Relationship:  Feyre Archeron/Mor Word Count:  1,895

Here on AO3.

Tagging @feyrexmor. Yet another rarepair fan! Almost forgot I had this in my drafts. So here, months later, have some fluffy Feymor. (This fandom's never going to let me go completely, it seems.)

Summary:  

When Feyre comes to the Night Court, she's been worn down to a shadow of herself. Mor knows what that feels like, and opens her heart to the newly-turned High Fae - and as she begins to recover, Feyre finds her own heart opening in turn.

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I knew I was doomed the moment my cousin dragged Feyre Archeron into our lives, kicking and screaming.

Well – not exactly kicking and screaming, but definitely protesting. That’s how I saw her the first time:  face twisted into a scowl, glaring at my cousin. She took my breath away. Not that she was anything special, really; a few freckles, a sharp-boned face with a thin, stubborn mouth, thick honey-brown hair, grey-blue eyes that looked like the ocean after a storm. But I could see the trembling of her chin, the shadow in those eyes that spoke of a prey instinct she hasn’t shaken.

“Hello, hello,” I said brightly, smiling at her. I saw her eyes flick over me as she tugged lightly at the hem of her own peach blouse. Spring (and the mortal realm, for that matter) had such different fashions than we did. Just one more thing to make her feel uncomfortable and out of place.

“Feyre,” Rhys said, “meet my cousin, Morrigan. Mor, meet the lovely, charming, and open-minded Feyre.”

I strode over to her, and as I did so, my senses took in more details – the slight boniness of her frame, the scent of vomit clinging to her like an evil spirit. “I’ve heard so much about you,” I say warmly. Not a lie.

She got to her feet, holding out a hand for me to shake, as if unsure what else to do. It was a stupid idea – on so many levels – but I instinctively stepped past the hand, wrapping my arms around her in a firm hug. Under the smell of sickness, she smelled like pine branches and something slightly sweeter I couldn’t identify.

I released her quickly, before she could grow uncomfortable. I spent the rest of breakfast filling the tense space with light, bubbling words, hoping they would slip into her like champagne, soothing and sweet and relaxing.

“Whenever you want company,” I said as she started to leave with Rhys, “give a shout.”

She nodded without looking at me. I, however, gazed at the doorway long after she had left it.

*****

Feyre didn’t ask for my company, that day or the day after. In fact, not at all that week.

“Not a word from her,” I told Cassian one night, sprawled on the couch after a long day of meetings with the sub-governors of Velaris about the new spice tax. “Not one. I thought she might’ve liked the company.”

One of his wings flicked at me from where he lay on the carpet, warming them by the fire. “Relax, Mor. Rhys is probably keeping her too busy to even think about you. Or anything else,” he added.

“I suppose.” I closed my eyes, letting the dancing flames paint warm shapes in the darkness. Rhys had mentioned she liked to paint. I’d never painted. I’d never even tried, unlike Amren the one time at the cabin. I couldn’t talk to her about that. Besides, she likely thought of me as the enemy. I couldn’t blame her; she was still Tamlin’s fiancée, after all.

All the same, all I can see when I close my eyes is her.

*****

And then came that day.

When I got to the Spring Court’s manor, she was already out of control. The servants were fleeing, the guards as well, and I didn’t see so much as a glimpse of Tamlin or Lucien. I stepped through her darkness and wrapped my arms around a body that felt fragile and brittle against me, and carried her out of that nightmare.

You’re free, I whispered as I brought her home. You’re free.

*****

It takes her a week to appear in my doorway.

She looks like shit – more so than she had when Rhys had first fetched her. Her eyes are hollow with weariness, and her angles are too sharp. My heart aches for her. I know what it’s like to be carved down until you don’t even feel like a full person.

“Hi,” I say, sitting down on my bed. “How… are you feeling?”

“Awful,” she mumbles, not meeting my eyes. I wait, and after a moment, she steps inside the room, closing the door behind her. Then she makes a noise that sounds like she’s trying to laugh when she’s forgotten how. “I must seem… pretty pathetic to you.” She darts her eyes over me, and I know what she sees. I’m wearing a long, light skirt, a clean rose-colored blouse. I washed my hair this morning, so it’s in soft curls and smells like jasmine, the roots only just showing. My body, though scarred where she can’t see, looks healthy.

I know she sees this because I remember aching at the thought of a body of my own that I could enjoy, not just use as a tool, present as a weapon.

“No,” I say quietly. “You don’t. Trust me.”

She must hear the honesty in my voice, the truth I can speak when I wish, because she slowly walks into the room, sitting on the edge of the chair. “I should. This is the first day I’ve been out of bed.”

I nod. I want to tell her that when Azriel first fetched me from the Autumn Court border, I stayed in bed for a full month healing, and then another month because I couldn’t bear to face what I’d gone through to escape – to be free. I want to tell her I smashed the mirror in my room, that I chopped all my hair off and kept it shorn as close to my head as possible for a century and a half. I want to tell her that I don’t judge her for being an absolute fucking mess, and that she deserves to be a mess.

I don’t know how to say any of it, though, so I don’t.

“Thanks,” she mumbles, dragging a slippered toe across the diagonal designs in my rug. “For getting me out.”

“Of course,” I say. Then I smile at her, and she looks up at me.

I see something spark in her eyes. I don’t know whether it’s tears, or relief, or resentment. It could be any one of those. But it’s something, and my smile widens out of instinct.

“Morrigan?” she says, and her voice shakes. “I… Rhys wants me to do something. For him. I don’t know. I can’t. I can’t, Mor. I want to – I’ve spent the last couple months sitting on my ass doing nothing – but I can’t be what he needs me to be right now. What do I do?”

I know Rhys’s plans, the desperate machinations he’s fiddled with concerning Feyre and the Cauldron and Hybern. I know he was depending on her. That’s not what she needs to hear right now, though.

“Feyre,” I say. “He’s not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. And… you don’t have to be anything but what – who – you are right here, right now.”

“I’m a mess,” she says.

“Maybe,” I say. “Look. You need to do what’s right for you. That’s what I’m going to say. And I’ll back you up no matter what.”

“Thanks, Morrigan,” she says.

“Mor,” I tell her. “You can call me Mor.”

*****

She decided to work with us against Hybern, as much as she could, and I was so proud of her. I could see her getting better, little by little. She didn’t smell of vomit anymore, and after a month and a half, she was starting to look healthier:  there was a sheen to her hair, she’d put on some weight, the dark circles under her eyes had lightened to grey most days.

I’ve told her about Velaris, about how much I loved it. I’ve told her a bit of my own past – carefully. I didn’t want to trigger her own trauma. I’ve told her stories – silly ones, about me and Cassian and Azriel, about me and Rhys, dozens of tiny things meant to lighten her heart. I never knew whether it worked, but one night, she appears in my doorway again.

“Feyre!” I say, bounding to my feet, a smile spreading across my face. “I haven’t see you in a few days.”

“Been training with Cassian,” she says.

“Yeah? How’s that been? He’s a pretty hard taskmaster.”

“Good,” she says, and she means it. There’s something different about her today; I’m not sure what it is. It’s good, though. I know that much. “I… Mor?”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering.” She stops, tugs at the edge of her blouse. “I was… would you… I’d like to see Velaris,” she finishes awkwardly.

My heart swoops. Since the day I carried her out of the Spring Court, I’d taken the tiny piece of myself that ached at the sight of her and put it away carefully, but at those words, it unfolds in its full splendor. “You’re asking me to take you out on the town?” I tease.

She blushes blotchily, and nods. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah. I am.”

“I’d love to,” I say sincerely. “What were you thinking?” I can’t take her to Rita’s. Maybe at some point, but not tonight. Dancing and drinks don’t really seem to be what she’s about yet.

“Could you just show me around?” she asks. “Your favorite places, I guess. I’ve never seen… a city? Not a fae one.”

“You want to go now?” I ask.

“I don’t want to interrupt if you’re –”

“Not at all,” I say, then laugh as I realize I’m the one who just interrupted her.

“Okay.”

I slip on a pair of soft-soled, comfortable shoes and lead the way out of my room. “I’ll give you the grand tour,” I say, linking my arm with hers as we make our way into the street.

And I do. We walk around the city, slow and steady, for two hours, and I point out all my haunts. I point out Rita’s, still quiet as it’s not yet evening; I show her my favorite tailor’s; we skirt the Rainbow, though she doesn’t want to go in. (I can’t blame her.) As the sun starts to go down, painting the sky in a marvelous tapestry of gold and magenta and orange, I buy us my favorite treat:  snow from the mountains, kept cold with magic, drizzled with citrus syrup. We sit on a bench at the bank of the river and watch the sun set over the steppes.

And then the light starts to dim, and neither of us move, and I feel the sudden warm pressure of Feyre’s hand on mine where it sits on the bench between us.

“Mor?” she whispers.

“Mmhmm?”

“Thanks.”

I turn towards her, and Feyre is smiling, and that aching part of my heart overflows with a joy so great it’s almost painful. I can’t do anything but stare, and stare. The last beams of the setting sun gild her hair and catch in her eyes, which no longer harbor that hunted look I saw in them months ago. Her smile, crookedly pulling at one corner of her thin mouth more than the other, is uncertain and shy, it’s undeniably happy.

I want to kiss that smiling mouth.

I don’t, of course. Besides, it’s enough to just sit here with Feyre, to feel her hand resting on mine, to see her smiling – at me.

[shallyne]

This is literally so Feyre and Mor

@timesconvert this is Feyre and Mor

[starfall-spirit]

Read on Ao3 Multi: Burning in the Starlight-Feyre x Eris x Rhysand 🌶 BitS Masterlist Her Dark Angels-Feyre x Azriel x Cassian 🌶 Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 F x F: What Lies Beneath-Mor x Elain The Voice of Truth-Feyre x Mor TVoT Masterlist

F x M: My Duty, Nothing More // Part 2-Feyre x Jurian 🌶 Scars on the Soul-Feyre x Azriel 💧 Down on One Knee-Tarquin x Gwyn

[kayrakhan]

yesss

uncensored version is on twitter @kayrakhan_nsfw :’))

i covered mor’s lower parts because i couldn’t get her left leg to look right... you know i'd never deny you the nakey

[feyresdaughter]

A Court of Wings and Ruin, chapter 36:

Some Hybern soldiers are traveling to hell ❤️ thanks so much for your service Miss Feyre and Miss Mor

No, even as my body hesitated at the kills, my magic did not. The two soldiers nearest me had feeble shields . I tore through them with a sizzling wall of fire. Fire that then found its way down their throats and burned every inch of the way. And then sizzled through skin and tendon and bone and severed the heads from their bodies.

SHE BURNED SOMEONE FROM THE INSIDE. Oh my god, Feyre is a fucking goddess. I am bowing only to her

Mor just killed the soldier nearest her with good old-fashioned beheading. She whirled, the soldier’s head still falling, and sliced off the head of the one just nearing us.

Good old fashioned beheading, why not. Good job, Mor. What a babe

The soldier lunged for us, and Mor’s blade flashed. But I struck first, an asp of pure water striking his face— stunning him. Then shoving down his open mouth, his throat, up his nose. Sealing off any air. He slumped to the ground, clawing at his neck as if he’d free a passage for the water now drowning him.

BURNING THEM FROM THE ASIDE AND DROWNING THEM? Mother above

Mor slid me a sidelong glance. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

Hehehhehee

The ones merely slaughtering died fast. The others … Mor and I lingered. Not much, but those deaths were slower. We left two of them alive— hurt and disarmed but alive— for the surviving faeries to kill. I gave them two Illyrian knives to do it.

She gave them her knives for them to decide how to make them suffer 😭

“Don’t be afraid,” Mor said— as I stretched out a hand and darkness fell. Soldiers on both sides shouted, scrambling back, armor clanging. But I shifted my eyes, made them night-seeing. As I had done in that Illyrian forest, when I had first drawn Hybern blood.

Ugh how I love them fighting side by side.

Mor, I think, was born able to see in the darkness.

Ooh, interesting

I could see their terror as I killed them. But they could not see me.

YESSS GIRLY YESSSS

[vorpalmuchness]

we were robbed of the potential Mor and Feyre dinner date that was mentioned at the first IC dinner

[athedreamersworld]

fandom be like:

Hi, meet my boyfriend Rhys and his girlfriend Feyre and her girlfriend Mor and her boyfriend Azriel and his boyfriend Cassian and his girlfriend Nesta and her girlfriend Amren.

Also, these are my precious flowerbabies Elain and Lucien. Don't touch them.

[bastardsonofday]

Daily reminder that feymor is 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌