#mor x andromache

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Love confession prompts:

#8 Tears drench your cheeks as you confess. The last thing you hear before dying is them screaming your name

Mor and Andromache (her mortal lover ) 👉🏻👈🏻

If anyone can, it's you.💖

I’m sorry this took me so long to write this but I actually really enjoyed doing so! Even though this was probably the first thing I’ve ever written that brought me close to tears.

So I guess sorry for the lateness as well as the pain this may inflict… enjoy?

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Morrigan always knew she’d go down like this. Drenched in her own blood as well as that of their enemy’s, swinging wildly to protect those she loved most.

Cassian had fallen. Like a mighty hero, he had taken down no less than four dozen warriors with him in a fantastic display of unrivaled valor and brute strength. From that final act alone, she knew his name would become legend, spoken in revered tones for eternity. Much like the warriors of Illyria he idolized before him.

Azriel had followed not too far behind him. Bellowing in anguish as his brother fell, he had hurled himself sacrificially into the fray, his shadows spearing from him like vipers just as the cobalt blast from his siphons had decimated the earth. She’d never heard such an tortured cry. The cry of a man losing the closest thing he had had to a brother, a kindred soul, someone who knew his every scar and sharp edge and could match them with his own. His shadows had dispersed in an explosion of dark mist, like trapped demons finally released to the heavens as his beautiful body lay broken in the crater he had blasted.

Her heart shattered irreparably as those crimson and cobalt siphons spluttered and dimmed for the final time.

Her cousin was battling across the muddied plain, almost unrecognisable as his beast form had morphed his usually handsome features into wicked looking black scales and sharp talons tipped his fingers. His deep well of power was flagging, his misting power now only reaching a small radius around him and his mate. Feyre fought at his back gallantly, standing shoulder to shoulder with her husband. Stoically defending all they stood for on the front lines, all they had built, in their beloved Court of Dreams.

Another firebird swooped on her left, Morrigan ducking just in time to avoid being scorched by the bespelled woman. They were his soldiers now, after all. The cursed ladies of Kochei’s lake. Vassa unwittingly among them.

Mor picked herself up off the ground, her hands sinking into the bloodied mud beneath her as she stumbled to her feet, tired and aching from hours of battle. But she would not surrender yet. She would not allow herself to die for nothing. Would not let her family’s sacrifice be in vain.

For at the end, everyone always thought of their family. Their loved ones. But for Morrigan it was not the memories of the abhorrent ilk in the Court of Nightmares of which she had been born into that eddied in her mind. No. It was the family she had found. The family she had chosen for herself after years of having no choice at all. It was of Rhys and Amren. Of Cassian and Azriel. Feyre and Elain and Nesta. And of course… Andromache.

Her sweet, beloved Andromache.

Andromache, whom she had only been granted a cruel, tauntingly brief amount of time to love. But she had never felt anything more intense. Nothing had ever been more real. Or deep.

No matter how far and wide she searched in the centuries that followed her lover’s death, nothing ever came close to that soul-deep feeling of belonging. She had loved Andromache for many years after the human queen had passed from the mortal world. Perhaps she would be reunited with her in the afterlife. Soon. So very soon.

A guttural cry croaked from her dry throat as she swung her arm again and again and again, her longsword slamming into shields and armoured bodies alike. Flaying and slicing and ripping. Soldiers of rotted flesh and burning feathers fought back. The fray on the battlefield truly chaotic now as bodies piled up where she stood, engulfing her senses. If she could help only Feyre and Rhys survive, then her sacrifice would be worth it.

Daring a glace toward her High Lord and Lady, Mor screamed. One single, desperate shout of warning across the battlefield. Rhys’ violet eyes flashed to hers, reading every emotion on her face as he struck behind him, just in time to skewer the foolishly brazen warrior attempting to attack Feyre. Rhys’ dark power sent a bolt through the soldier’s chest, halting his advances immediately as his body was reduced to nothing but a plume of smoke and ashes before he’d had the chance to tumble to the ground.

Rhys shot her a tired grimace from across the battlefield just before his eyes widened in horror… Just as Mor felt a blade pierce her side. Her ribs cracking open as they were left unchecked in her distraction.

A novice mistake, and a fatal one. She crumpled wordlessly to the ground, Rhys’ resounding scream ringing across the gore filled plains. An echo to the cries that had ripped from his chest as his brothers had fallen hours before.

Ruby red blood bubbled from her lips as her vision went hazy, hot tears born of something akin to relief streaming down her grimy cheeks. It wasn’t as painful as she thought it would be, dying. It was cold, but a sweet voice was calling her.

Morrigan. Morrigan. Morrigan.

She closed her eyes as she welcomed her passage into that land of milk and honey. Sent a final prayer to the Mother, beseeching her remaining family’s protection as she followed her queen to their final resting place. Took her last breath as she heard her lover calling her name, as sweet and luring as the siren’s song, guiding her to eternal paradise.

*******

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[starfall-spirit]

who is running crackship month? is it you?

Hello lovely!

I'm only running @sjmnextgenweek and @sunandflameweek. No, I'm only just now getting into crack shipping. When I first saw the event I was barely out of my "only canon shipping" stage. Doing more reading, my tastes started to broaden. And then @aespaeye made a Feyris comment yesterday and crack-ship ideas started floating. It was kind of funny seeing the event kind of blow up yesterday. I've never triggered something like that.

My planned contribution at the moment is Feyssian, a Feyris + Rhys long fic, Malide, Feymor, Targwyn, and Feyzriel. I might do a couple more ships. I don't know yet. I still need to figure out who's filling forbidden romance. I need to spoil myself on my bday, right? Maybe Mor x Andromache if that counts as crack.

[elentiyawhitethorn]

The Bet | Extra POV #8

Day 89 (Andromache)

CW: language

AN: A random day where Mor and Andi have a little quality time together :)

Masterlist//Moodboard//Timeline//1030 words

The silence was not Andromache’s friend. It gave way to too many thoughts, restless thoughts that demanded entrance to Andi’s brain. The silence haunted her.

What if she had left Tamlin sooner?

What if she had never left him at all?

What if she had found a way to prevent Dr. Suriel’s brutal demise?

What if she had been better?

It had been so easy, before Tamlin, to be quiet, inside and out. Andi had been into meditation. She had cleared her mind automatically before entering the courtroom. It had been so easy.

Nothing was easy anymore.

Nothing expect one thing, Andi corrected herself. For one of the top lawyers in her state, Andi would have thought she could come up with a decent amount of words to describe Morrigan Hewn. But it was harder than anticipated. Andromache could only think of Mor’s glowing face and imagine love and light and eternal happiness.

She didn’t even care if that made her sound like a character in a cheesy romance novel.

But worries constantly demanded Andi’s attention. Worries that she and Mor wouldn’t last. Worries that Mor would get hurt. All sorts of concerns plagued Andi, and she knew they weren’t mere paranoia. Lawyers knew how to play the odds. She and Mor didn’t stand a chance.

“Thinking about me, I hope?” A chipper voice called, announcing Mor’s presence.

Andi took a short breath to steel herself. Then she turned around, a soft smile on her face. “What else is there to think about?”

Mor frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Mor said, eyes looking deeper into Andi than they had any right to, “I can see right through you. What’s wrong, love?”

Andi shook her head. “I don’t… I just want… I’m scared.” She bit her tongue to hold back tears.

Mor stepped closer. “What are you scared of?” she asked softly.

“Losing you,” Andi gasped out, nostrils flaring as her breathing accelerated.

Mor wrapped Andi in a hug. “You’re never going to lose me.”

“You can’t promise that,” she choked out in response.

Mor only tightened her grip. “Well, I am. Screw the odds. Screw fate. Screw the fucking gods. I’m not going anywhere.” She pulled back. “Come with me.”

“Where?” Andi whispered.

Mor winked. “You’ll see.”

—

Andromache had returned from consoling Weaver not an hour ago, and she had been under the impression that they were going to spend a nice, quiet day in the apartment. Feyre was at the gym and Lucien was looking for work, which meant the place was empty.

But Mor had other plans.

She dragged Andi out the door, down the street, and past dozens of blocks, giving her no clue as to their destination. Andi wasn’t generally good with surprises, as Mor was well aware of, but she did her best to smile as Mor intertwined their fingers.

They finally slowed as they neared a few shops on one street. Andi was starting to wonder if Mor was taking her shopping when they turned into a little doorway, the bell ringing merrily over their heads. The aroma of fresh bread filled Andi’s nostrils, and she blinked in surprise to find herself standing in a bakery.

Mor grinned. “Wait here.”

Andi crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched Mor order something and walk back toward her after a few minutes, the contents hidden in a bag.

“This way,” Mor whispered ominously. Andi laughed and followed her.

They wound up on a park bench only a block over. Mor opened the bag and gestured to Andi to reach inside. She complied, pulling out a… bagel.

“It’s just a bagel.”

Mor frowned. “Andi, babe, you know I love you but we aren’t going to work out if you don’t culture yourself. Bakery bread is better than bread bread. This is lesson number one in the food world.”

Andi raised her eyebrows. “I mean, it is kind of warmer than a normal bagel, I suppose.”

Mor released a depressing sigh. “It’s steaming hot, freshly made, New York style bread. It equivalates to a chest of diamonds in the money world. Do you have any idea how lucky you are to be holding that?”

“…Apparently not,” Andi replied.

Mor shook her head. “Let me help you understand.”

She pulled a silver packet out of the bag and tore it open. Then she held out her hand for the bagel and slowly pasted the contents on Andi’s bagel. It was just cream cheese, Andi realized. Though she knew better than to share that statement with her girlfriend.

Mor finished and handed the bagel back to Andi. “Eat,” she commanded.

Andi skeptically rasied the bagel to her mouth. She liked Mor’s cooking, but this wasn’t that. It was, again, just bread. A bagel torn in half instead of sliced and smeared with cream cheese instead of spread with a knife, at that.

Andi took a bite of the bagel cautiously. It took a moment to process what was happening in her mouth, then her eyes went wide. “Oh my gods,” she moaned around the bread in her mouth.

Mor smiled. “I told you you’d like it.”

Andi didn’t bother with a reply, instead shoving the rest of the bagel into her mouth, attempting to restrain herself from devouring the whole thing immediately and failing miserably.

Mor was wearing a prideful grin as she watched Andi gnaw on the bread and make an extreme amount of erotic noises. She finished and Mor flashed an innocent smile. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” Andi said.

“Now look me in the eye and tell me weren’t not going to last.”

Andi hesitated. “I can’t anymore.”

“That’s because bagels are magic.”

Andi nodded instantly. “I agree.”

Mor scooted closer. “We’re going to be together forever, Andi. We’re going to be that tale of romance that makes it in the storybooks. You and me, woman.”

Andi’s lips twitched upward. “Forever,” she repeated.

“I want a future with you, Andi. I want to grow old with you.”

Andi felt her eyes grow damp with unshed tears. “Let’s get married.”

Mor blinked, then grinned.

“Let’s.”

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[poisonivart]

Mor and the mortal queen Andromache 🥺 Finished this a while ago for an project for an really nice project for acotar brazil

[queen-archeron]

my writing

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

feysand

picnic date

theater shenanigans

halloween

a surprise

where’s rhys

date night

nightmares

disneyland

start of something new

house guest

only the beginning: part 1, part 2

trick-or-treat

sober (hiatus)

let it all go

useless

you are strong

on the longest night

anything for you

when the time is right

happy days

nights like these

a fresh start

a peculiar canvas

nessian

post acowar (series)

spin the bottle

laser tag

if only

wildest dreams (hiatus)

when stars align

haunted

disneyland

memories & mistletoe

game of love

a messy surprise

at last

a change of heart

facing feelings

elriel

modern au (series)

anything could happen (series)

right here waiting

call of duty

can’t help falling in love

the bet

mornings with you

thanksgiving

a very merry christmas

flour fight

pizza delivery

home again

a princess proposal

new beginnings

tiers of joy

a christmas miracle

andromor

i’d rather love you

vivillias

change of plans

snowball fight

THRONE OF GLASS

lysaedion

craving you

elorcan

elorcan

true beauty

hurting

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Our 2nd ACOTAR MultiRelationship Mep: Black Sea

“Come down to the black sea, swim in with me.”

Featuring: Rhysand/Feyre, Azriel/Elain, Cassian/Nesta, Mor/Andromache, Lucien/Elain & Amren/Varian

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[theladyofdeath]

If you’re still taking requests, please can you write some Andromor fluff where they go on their first date? (Your Christmas one was amazing btw) Thank you! 💕💕💕

Ahhh, thank you! I kept it short and sweet and full of fluff…..I hope you like it. :)

Mor glanced in the mirror for the tenth time in a half hour.

She didn’t have to leave for another five minutes, but heranxiety was through the roof. Her last first date had been in high school.Since starting at the university, she had taken a hiatus from dating – but Andromachewas too lovely to say no to.

Mor tried.

They were to meet at the pier at eight, and Andromache,promising to make it all worth her while, told Mor that the rest was asurprise.

When Mor asked her what she should wear, Andromache hadsaid, Anything that makes you feelbeautiful. So, she had shimmied into a mid-thigh length red dress, with anopen back and a pair of black heels to perfect the look.

At first, Mor felt stunning, but the longer she looked atherself in the mirror, she kept thinking she should change.

No, she scoldedherself. Just keep it on. You look…..great.You look great.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, again, Morgrabbed her clutch and hurried out the door.

It was Summer in Velaris, and Mor couldn’t have been moregrateful for the perfect evening. The night sky was always a crowd pleaser, butthe subtle breeze that had graced the city as the sun set beyond the horizon wasa perfect contrast to the sticky heat.

Mor couldn’t contain the unsettled feeling in the pit of herstomach as she walked. She could have called a cab, but it was early, and thepier was only a block from her apartment.

The pier.

She loved the pier. But what if this date went bad? What ifit went horribly, horribly wrong? Would the pier forever be tainted? She wouldnever be able to go back with her friends. She would never be able to walk herdog along the boardwalk of the Sidra without dying of humiliation.

Mor stopped on the sidewalk and took a deep breath.

She was being ridiculous, even she knew it. Shaking herhead, she continued, and dug her cell phone out of her clutch to get a secondopinion.

Feyre answered after the third ring. Her voice sounded giddyas she asked, “Mor? Hey. What’s up?”

“Tell her she’s going to be fine!” she heard Rhys yell inthe background.

It was true – she had already called Rhysand a few hoursprior, freaking out about what to wear. He continuously suggested somethingblack, and she eventually got so frustrated with his lack of cooperation thatshe hung up.

“Nervous?” Feyre asked, far gentler than her boyfriend.

Mor nodded, then realized Feyre couldn’t see her. “Yes. Ifeel pathetic. I haven’t ever been this nervous for a date –“

And you’ve never beenwith a woman before. That was it. The truth. The thought that had beenhaunting her.

Shaking it off, Mor continued, “I don’t want to make a foolof myself.”

She could hear Feyre’s smile in her voice as she said, “Mor,you are beautiful, inside and out. You are going to have a great time, and Iexpect to hear every detail later tonight.”

“Or tomorrow morning,” Rhysand added, with a hint ofamusement.

“Tell Rhysand I’m not as easy as he is,” Mor said, rollingher eyes. She heard Rhys scoff in the background as Feyre laughed. “If I callyou any time within the next three hours, though, something has gone horriblywrong and I need an out. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good,” Mor said, taking yet another deep breath. She hadbarely made it onto the boardwalk when she saw her.

Andromache was standing by the railing, overlooking thestarlit sky over the Sidra. She was wearing a black dress, that neared herknees. Brown hair hung almost down to her waist as sheturned, and saw Mor.

And smiled.

Mor almost stopped, unaware that a simple smile could causesuch a joyous feeling.

“Hey,” Andromache said, as she leaned back against therailing. “You’re early.”

Mor grinned. “So are you.”

The laughter that flew from her lips made Mor blush. 

“You said you had a surprise,” Mor said, holding her ownhands together – a nervous habit.

“I did,” Andromache said, her bright red lips twisting intoa mischievous grin. “Chicken or fish?”

Mor blinked, and hesitated. “Um….chicken?”

“Perfect,” Andromache declared, clapping her hands together.“Let’s go.”

There was a restaurant on the pier, no bigger than a shack,that had candle lit tables facing the water. Andromache ordered a bottle ofwine and they ate, and laughed, and shared stories until the rest of thecouples disappeared, and the owner announced that they were closing.

Mor dreamt of finding someone who made her feel the way thatAndromache did. A minute didn’t go by where she wasn’t smiling, or laughing, orfeeling something that couldn’t have been humanly possible.

“I was so nervous,” Andromache confessed, as they walked away from the restaurant, hand in hand. The pier had less people on it than it had hours before, as the moon flew across the night sky. “When I saw you. You look so beautiful. I mean, you always look beautiful, but….”

Mor laughed, and squeezed her hand. “I was nervous, too.”

And you look beautiful, too. So, so beautiful.

“I’m going to go ahead and say that this date was a success,” Andromache laughed, and nudged her shoulder against Mor’s, “and ask you out for next Friday night?”

Mor didn’t hesitate. “I would love to. But, this time, the surprise is for you.”

“Ooooh,” Andromache sang. “Okay. I can deal with that.”

They stopped by the rail, their hands clung together, and Mor knew this was something that came around once in a lifetime. 

“Thank you,” Mor said, at last.

“For what?” Andromache’s smile softened as she looked to her date.

“Asking me out,” Mor shrugged. “A perfect night.”

Andromache’s lips brushed softly against hers as she whispered, “Anytime.”

[helloprinceling]

The Greatest Show: Chapter Two

A/N: So it’s been a journey uploading this. Not only did my wifi stop working, but my laptop also decided to be dumb and not work. Plus side though is that writing this chapter really helped me de-stress. Also the next update should be Sunday...don’t hold your breath though. I’ll figure out how to do a masterlist for the chapters sometime before chapter three.

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It was exhilarating.

After every single performance, no matter how many people were in the stands, Mor’s body seemed to be in a daze for the rest of the night. It felt like she could do anything—be anything she wanted to be.

She didn’t have to be the perfect daughter of a wealthy family forced to live a lie every day of her life.

No… When Mor heard the audience's applause, she felt a sense of acceptance that she never received at home. The crowd didn’t care where Mor came from or who she was attracted to. They were strangers who only saw her act and judged her based on that alone.  

Tonight was different though.

Rhysand and Idianna were here. Her two favorite people in the entire world. The ones whose opinions mattered the most to her.   

So to see them there, in the front row, giving her a standing ovation, sent Mor into a high. Her cousins’ faces shined with pride as they smiled brightly at her. Mor’s eyes began to burn at the threat of tears. She hadn’t realized how much she missed them until this moment.

That was Mor’s only regret of leaving. Not only did she escape the prison that was her family, but she had abandoned them… Her cousins. Her best friends.

She knew that she let them both down. Rhysand had always hated the upper class just as much as she did, and Idianna always came to her for advice. Mor honestly thought they would resent her for leaving like she did. But hearing their shouts of encouragement from the stands erased that thought instantly.   

It seemed like a lifetime went by before the show finally ended. The second the lights dimmed and the Big Top’s tent flaps opened, Mor rushed over to Rhys and Idianna.

“You were amazing!” Idianna squealed in a ear-piercing voice before throwing her arms around Mor. “When did you get so flexible?”

“Those ballet classes I took are finally paying off,” Mor said with a chuckle.

“Nice to know they were good for something,” Idianna snorted and rolled her eyes. Mor remembered how much Idy despised ballet classes. Her young cousin would have much rather been reading than dancing.

The same could not have been said about Mor.   

Dancing was a distraction. A reason to ignore her duties as a socialite and just be Mor. She couldn’t wait for the hour each day she spent in the studio.

“Did you enjoy the show, Rhys?” Mor asked. It was a useless question, Mor knew by the look on his face that he more than enjoyed it.

With a tone of nonchalance, Rhysand replied, “It was alright.”

Mor punched him in the shoulder and raised a single eyebrow. “Okay. Okay, it was better than alright. You definitely were the star.”

“Now you’re being too nice,” Mor slung her arm around Idianna’s shoulder and softened her voice. “Do you want to meet the rest of the crew?”

Idianna was in the middle of nodding her head vigorously when Rhysand interjected. “I’m afraid we have to get home.”

“Oh, why do you always have to be such a spoilsport?” A pout started to form on Idy’s face. “Please, Rhysand! Just this once?”

Mor knew that Rhysand couldn’t hold very much longer, especially when her younger cousin began to do her famous puppy dog eyes. No one could withstand looking into her violet eyes and not giving her whatever she wanted. It’s how Idianna had her father wrapped around her finger.

“Fine. But when I say we need to leave, we leave,” Rhys grumbled in defeat.

Idianna just rolled her eyes at her brother before latching onto Mor’s forearm. “Lead the way.”

And Mor did.

Watching her cousins walk through the tents was like watching two of her worlds collide. Idianna did not fit in this atmosphere with her fine clothing and air of superiority. It wasn’t her fault that she came off snobbish. It was just the way she was raised. If Idy wanted to be respected, she had to own the room the moment she walked into it.

Rhys was better at blending in than his sister. He kept his eyes lowered and shoulders hunched as he followed in his cousin’s trail. Mor knew that he was kicking into survival mode. Rhysand would do the same thing at any balls or fancy dinners he had to attend.

Mor wondered what they must have looked like walking up to the ‘mess hall’. It was only a long table that sat about ten at a time placed in front of the makeup and costume tent.

“You two hungry?” Mor asked with raised eyebrows. She motioned at the food laid upon the table: an arrangement of loaves of bread, meats, and vegetables. All picked up from different restaurants around the city.

They sat at the end of the table and Mor swore every single person sitting down looked up from stuffing their faces to inspect the pair sitting on Mor’s left and right. “Oh, will everyone stop gawking and continue with their meals?”

Cassian— of course it was Cassian— spoke first, “I’m sorry that we’re curious about the total strangers you’ve welcomed to our dinner table.”

Mor rolled her eyes. “They’re strangers to you. Let me be the first to introduce you to the heir of the Night empire, Rhysand Night,” Rhysand gave her an unimpressed look, but she decided to ignore it. “And this beauty on my left is Miss Idianna Night. My cousins.”

Helion, who was sitting opposite of Mor at the other head of the table, dipped his chin in respect. “What an honor it is to have such high company among us,” Sarcasm laced his voice.

“Be nice,” Mor warned through clinched teeth. Normally, she would have never talked to the ring leader in such a tone, but Mor wouldn’t have him make her cousins uncomfortable.

“I am,” Helion flicked a piece of his light brown hair over his shoulder, “Dig in. Make yourselves at home.”

As they started to fill their plates, Mor introduced each member at the table.

“That,” She said, pointing at the two tanned giants setting on Idianna’s right. “Is Cassian and Azriel. You might recognize them from the show. Cassian is our strongman and Azriel is the knife thrower.”

Azriel threw them a kind smile before turning back to his food. Cassian, unfortunately, didn’t let them off that easy.

“So are y’all the family that our Morrigan had to run away from?” Cassian grew up in the south, so almost every sentence that came out of his mouth had a slight twang to it.

Rhysand’s violet eyes met Cassian’s stare before saying, “I’m afraid not. My dear uncle is the one to blame for that.”

That seemed a good enough answer for Cassian since he continued with his meal. Mor huffed in annoyance but moved down the table anyways.

“Across from Azriel is one-third of the Archeron sisters, Elain. She can tell you your future just by reading your palm,” Idy’s face turned skeptical at the claim.

“You think I’m a fake,” Elain’s sweet voice rang through the air. Idianna was about to protest, but Elain put up a delicate hand and kept talking. “I understand with all the frauds in the city why one would think that, but let me assure you I’m the real deal.”

“I believe you,” Idy shyly smiled at the doe-eyed girl, which she returned in full Elain style: brightly and without restraint. It was almost blinding.

“Next to Elain is her sister, Nesta. She’s in charge of all the animals we use in the show.”

Nesta’s cold stare examined Rhys and Idianna slowly, as if not wanting to miss a single detail. Mor had noticed that about the eldest Archeron sister. She did not care about social graces or manners when it came to her curiosity. Life seemed to be a puzzle that she was constantly putting together.

“And on the other side of Elain is Feyre, ‘The Queen of Trapeze’, according to our posters,” Mor announced in a teasing tone. Feyre and Morrigan had been instant friends upon her arrival. She would even go as far as to say the youngest Archeron sister was her best friend.

“Pleasure to meet both of you,” Feyre smiled at Idianna, “So, did you enjoy the show?”

That sent Idy into a whole tangent of all her favorite parts of the show and how unbelievable it all was. The whole table seemed to be captivated by her every word— hell, even Mor couldn’t look away from her cousin. She spoke so eloquently and with such passion that is stunned Mor. How could so much change in six months?

The thought filled Morrigan with guilt but also rage. She was angry at her father for making her miss these crucial years of her cousin’s life. She was angry at society for not accepting her for who she was. She was angry at the world for letting her even be born in such a cruel time.

Mor was interrupted from her inner turmoil by Feyre turning to Rhys once Idianna was done and asking, “And what about you?”

Rhysand simply stared at her and replied, “It was like a dream.”

The whole table seemed to go silent after that, so Mor resumed her introductions.

“Sitting in front of Feyre is Andromache. She’s a contortionist like me,” Mor’s cheeks started to heat even though she didn’t say anything out of the ordinary. Just the brunette’s attention on her made Mor become flustered.

Andromache had captured Mor’s attention the second she saw her in practice. She was confident and beautiful and everything Mor was not.

Thankfully, Mor was saved from anyone noticing her embarrassment by a cough at the end of the table.

“Forgetting someone?”

“How could I forget you, Helion, when your the person that signs my check?” Mor quirked an eyebrow at the impatient man that was her boss.

“Rhysand. Idianna. This is the glue that holds us all together. The person everyone would be lost without, our ring leader, Helion,” She ripped of a chunk of her bread and let the sarcasm sink in. “Happy now?”

Helion smirked and said, “Thank you.”

For the rest of the meal Mor caught up with her cousins and their lives. Apparently, Idianna’s cotillion was being held next month… Not that Mor expected an invatation.

The second Idianna was done eating, Rhysand looked at his watch and dropped his fork. “We have to leave, Idy.”

“But, Rhys—”

“No, we should have left a half hour ago, but we didn’t,” Rhysand gave her a pointed look. “You promised that when I told you we needed to leave, we would leave.”

Idianna pushed a breath of air through her lips before standing up. “Fine.”

Mor stood up too and gave Idy a huge hug. She wished this night could never end. She wished a lot of things.

Pulling away enough to look into Idy’s eyes, Mor told her, “Take care of your brother. Lord, knows he can’t do it himself.”

“I can hear you, you know.”

“I know. Now come here and hug me before ditching.” Rhysand pulled her into a bone-crushing embrace.

“I promise we’ll visit soon,” He whispered into her ear.

“You better,” Mor stepped back into the cold air.

She watched as her cousins faded from view, taking the only good piece of her past with them.

Nesta was on her way to check up on the animals before bed when Helion caught up with her.

“Have you considered what I asked you?” He had to quicken his pace to keep up with her long strides.

“I’ve considered it, and I think it’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” Nesta snarled in reply.

“You have to realize how this might affect the show,” Helion pleaded. “If citizens are protesting the safety of lions in the city, then people will stop coming to the show. If no one comes to the show, no one gets paid.”

“You should have thought of that when you brought them from the wild as cubs and raised them as domestic animals,” It had been the same argument since the protests started last year.

“Let’s return them to the wild then!” He pushed his hair away from his face. “I don’t understand what your probl—”

She really tried to keep her cool, she really did, but they have had this exact conversation about ten times. “Because, they would be killed if returned to the wild now. You took them out of their natural habitat and raised them as domestic animals, now you live with the consequences, you moronic asshole!”

“I am your boss and I will not have you speak to me in—” She interrupted before he could even start the whole ‘I’m your boss and you will respect me’ speech.

“And I won’t have you sending these animals—my animals—to a place that they won’t survive!” Nesta’s chest was heaving and she was seeing red.

“I’ll remind you that I own those ani—” This time it wasn’t Nesta that cut him off, but her second favorite person after Helion.

“What’s going on over here?” Cassian asked, looking between the pair. “Surely, it’s nothing to get so heated about.”

Nesta could hear her own teeth grinding against each other.

“Ms. Archeron here, seems to think she gets a say in how I run my show,” Helion had his hands placed on his hips, which a was a clear sign to anyone that knew him that he was pissed.

“I wasn’t telling you how to run your show,” Nesta crossed her arms over her chest and mumbled under her breath, “At least not yet, anyways.”

Cassian gave her an unimpressed look then met Helion’s gaze.

“Isn’t this something that could be discussed in the morning? We’re all a little worn out from the day, so revisit it later if it’s really that important.”

“I guess you’re right, Cassian,” Helion turned to face Nesta once more. “I’ll talk about this with you in the morning. Check your attitude before then, Ms. Archeron.”

And with that Helion was off to do whatever Helion did at nights. Honestly, She couldn’t care less.

Cassian’s southern charm might have calmed Helion enough to leave Nesta alone, but it only made her blood boil.

Nesta whipped around and sneered, “I could have handled that myself. I didn’t need you stepping in.”

“I did you favor, sweetheart,” She absolutely hated when he called her that. “Your temper was getting the best of you and you know it.”

Nesta just stomped her foot before turning around to head to her tent.

“You’re welcome.”

Nesta had reached her capacity for human interaction for the day.  

[sassyreads]

Mor and Andromache

[Ordering cake over the phone]

“And what would you like the cake to say?”

[Mor covers phone to ask Andromache]

“Babe, do we want a talking cake?”

[rrhys]

Mor and Andromache → ACOTAR by Sarah J. Maas for @rhys-and

Her name was Andromache. And she was...so beautiful. And kind. And I loved her...so much. But she was human. And a queen.

[manonblckbeak]

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[kindred-josephs]

my Spartan history textbook keeps quoting something called Andromache (I think it's a play not sure) but anyway I always get flashbacks when I read it and I kinda want a Mor/Andromache novella?

[queen-archeron]

Nervous

This is pretty short but I hope you enjoy!❤︎

Mor was trying not to be obvious as she walked along side Andromache. The two of them had just finished eating dinner and they were heading back to Andromache’s house, where Mor would drop her off and head home.

The entire night had been amazing, filled with laughter and smiles—things Mor never got to experience living with her strict father. But her and Andromache seemed to just…click. Even though this had only been their second date, Mor felt like she could spend the rest of her life with Andromache.

As they walked through the quiet streets of their small town, Mor stared down at Andromache’s hand with longing. All night she had been wanting to take her hand and interlace their fingers, but she wanted to make sure it wasn’t the wrong move.

Andromache looked up at her and grinned, her hand moving to her jacket pocket. Mor tried not to look disappointed.

“I had fun tonight,” Andromache said, turning to face straight ahead again. They were both nervous when they had first met each other. If Mor’s father ever found out who she was going out with, she’d be locked up in the house and forbidden to see anyone ever again.

Mor shook her head and ignored the thought—the possibility.

“I had fun, too,” she murmured, glancing down at her own hand which hung at her side.

“Did you hear about Viviane and Kallias?” Andromache asked, clearly trying her best to make conversation. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to talk, but there was some kind of tension between them that wouldn’t go away. For Mor, that tension came from keeping her feelings to herself, instead of letting Andromache know exactly how she felt about her.

Mor chuckled and nodded. Many people had heard about Viviane and Kallias in the past week, especially with a small school like theirs. Viviane was one of Mor’s best friends, and she had texted her the moment she heard the news.

Mor had stayed home sick the day of Prythian High’s final football game, and what a mistake that had been. Kallias had scored the winning touchdown, and he had run up to Viviane as she cheered and got down on one knee in front of the whole school. Of course, Viviane had said yes, and they were now engaged.

“I can’t believe he did it. I mean, they’ve been dating for five years so it makes sense, but it still feels crazy,” Mor muttered, smiling at the thought of her best friend so happy. Andromache hummed in agreement and smiled again.

“I can’t wait to graduate,” she sighed, running a free hand through her dark hair. Mor tracked the movement and watched her hand fall to her side again. She stepped a little closer, but not enough for their hands to brush. She didn’t want to be that obvious.

“Graduation will be amazing. We can finally get out of that hell hole,” Mor chuckled, watching Andromache grin. She would give the world for that smile.

“Do you want to hang out again sometime?” Andromache asked, looking down at her feet as they walked. Mor could spot a light blush on her cheeks and smiled. She wanted to hang out with Andromache forever.

“Of course, I’m free anytime you’d like.”

Andromache looked up and they locked eyes. There was a spark there that Mor hadn’t noticed before, but it made her heart beat faster. After months of watching Andromache in the halls of their school, secretly wishing she could approach her without being a total mess, Mor couldn’t believe they had finally made progress.

“I’m free tomorrow night,” Andromache grinned, taking her hand out of her pocket to rest it at her side. Like every other time, Mor watched and struggled to keep her eyes away. She wanted to grab her hand so bad, but that could send the wrong message. What if it crossed a line?

“There’s a new movie out if you’d like to come. I hear it’s pretty good,” Andromache finished, glancing down the street to where her house was located. They were almost done with the night, and Mor still hadn’t taken her hand. It was driving her insane.

“I’d love to see it,” she said. “Just text me what time and I can meet you at your house.”

They smiled and continued walking, Mor’s heart practically beating out of her chest. She gently brought her hand closer to Andromache’s and just when they were about to touch, she changed her mind and pulled away. There was no way she could just grab her hand without being—

Andromache casually slipped her hand into Mor’s and squeezed slightly, looking up at her with a shy smile. Mor wanted to smack her head against the nearest light post. Of course it was that easy, she thought.

Even though she was slightly embarrassed, Mor squeezed Andromache’s hand back and they continued walking down the street until they reached the house. Their eyes locked, and everything around them blurred.

“Well, this is where I—“

Mor decided she would be the one to make the next move, and quickly leaned down to press her lips to Andromache’s. At first, she hesitated, but soon they wrapped their arms around each other and relaxed into the feeling.

After several minutes of kissing, Mor pulled back and gaped at what had happened. She had always dreamed about what it would be like to kiss Andromache, but nothing came close to this.

Andromache was blushing furiously as she quietly told Mor goodnight and headed up the path to her front door. Mor watched the whole time, until the door had shut and she was the only one in the street.

With a sigh, she made her way past the houses and smiled because she was happy. She didn’t stop until she got to her own house.

[achilleius]

But she was human. And a queen—who needed to continue her royal line, especially during such a tumultuous time. So I left—went home after the last battle. And when I realized what a mistake it was, that I didn’t care if I only had sixty more years with her … The wall went up that day.

[aedicn]

x

“Her name was Andromache. And she was… so beautiful. And kind. And I loved her… so much.

But she was human. And a queen..”

[theladyofdeath]

A Christmas Dream {Andromor}

Another Christmas prompt [3/?], this one sent in by the lovely @highladyfxyre: Mor & Andromache + opening gifts on Christmas morning.

I hope you like it! :) Short and sweet.

Mor had awoke to silence.

The humming of the heater was the only sound in the old log cabin they had taken over for their holiday vacation. It was their first Christmas together, even though her and Andromache had been dating for three years. The year before, Andromache had to go overseas for work, and the year before, their first Christmas as a new couple, Mor had spent it skiing with her family in the Swiss Alps.

But the year had finally come when they could be together on Mor’s favorite day of the year, and she was ecstatic.

Until she woke up and Andromache was nowhere to be found.

She sat up and pushed her long, wavy blonde hair behind her ears. “Andi?” she called, but got no response.

“Hmmm,” she mumbled, to herself, as she swung her legs over the side of the canopy bed and smoothed down her blush, silk nightgown.

The cabin they’d rented was small, but cozy. Mor wouldn’t have minded living in one permanently. The only thing upstairs was a modest bedroom with a king-sized bed that took up most of the space. There was a fireplace in the corner, which Mor adored, and a jacuzzi tub on the other side of a rustic shoji.

Downstairs looked like something out of a fairy-tale.

The entirety of the room was brick that looked as if it had been dusted with snow. The furniture was worn down, but not enough to make it look old – just enough to give it character. Flannel blankets were strung throughout the place like they were going out of style, and a large fur rug sat in front of a larger fireplace than the one upstairs. Her and Andromache had put their personal touch of Christmas décor on every inch of the lower level the night before, so as Mor approached the bottom of the stairs, she could see the pine garlands and lights that surrounded the enormous Christmas tree that’s tip brushed the ceiling.

And in the middle of it all, seated on her knees by the coffee table, was Andromache.

Mor stopped on the bottom, wooden step.

“Good morning,” Andromache smiled, melting in her girlfriend’s surprised expression. “Merry Christmas.”

A Merry Christmas, indeed.

Andromache had set up a spread of Christmas themed breakfast items – pancakes shaped like Christmas trees, powdered sugar dusted over them to look like snow, and white chocolate-covered strawberries cut to look like Santa hats.

Mor observed the fruit, the toast, the eggs, the bacon, as she approached the coffee table. “How early did you wake up to do all this?”

Andromache leaned her back against the couch, tugging her robe tighter around her. “Only an hour or so ago. Do you like it?”

Mor breathed a smile as she bent down on her knees, and kissed Andromache’s forehead. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

And it was. Mor had never had someone love and care for her as Andromache did, and it still surprised her sometimes – the way Andromache cherished her.

“Oh! One more thing.” Andromache hurried into the kitchen, sending Mor’s stomach into a flurry as she watched her go. But when she came back, she was holding a small, square box, with a bright red bow taped to the top.

“I think you’ve done enough for me,” Mor smiled, trying to keep her emotions in check, as she tilted her head slightly to the right.

“I will have never done enough for you,” Andromache smiled, kneeling in front of Mor, placing the small box in her ivory hands.

Mor reached up to cup Andromache’s cheek before pulling open the bow, and lifting the small lid.

A silver, heart shaped necklace greeted her, a cursive M engraved in the middle of the shape.

“Andi…” she trailed off, because she was at a loss for words.

Because she loved it.

Mor had owned a lot of beautiful things over the years, but never something that held so much meaning. She carefully removed the necklace from its pillow, and lifted her hair as Andromache placed it gingerly around her neck.

When Mor looked back to her girlfriend, she met her smile.

“You look as beautiful as I had hoped you would in it,” Andromache smiled, pressing her lips timidly against Mor’s.

Mor looked sheepish once she backed away.

“What?” Andromache asked. “Don’t you like it?”

“Of course!” Mor’s cheeks heated. “Yes, yes I love it. I love it so much. I just…..all I got for you were slippers and a pair of fuzzy socks.”

Andromache laughed, throwing a hand over her mouth to try and make it seem less obvious, but failing. “Well. It’s a good thing my feet get cold a lot.”

Mor’s embarrassment faded as Andromache opened her gift, and instantly covered her tanned feet with both. “I love them, Mor. Especially because you embroidered my initials in them.”

Mor held her chin up high. “I did that myself, actually.”

“I couldn’t ask for a better gift.”

It was the perfect start to a perfect day. Just the two of them, utterly alone, perfectly in love, sitting in front of the fireplace – eating, drinking, laughing, talking, making love to the cackling of the flames.

Mor had wished for a day like that, for someone to love, and for someone to love her in return, for so long.

Between the bliss and the snow that was ethereally falling from the heavens, Mor felt like she was dreaming.

And if she was, she never wanted to wake up.