Acotar/Tog Crossover [ON HOLD] [[EDITING]]

Love can be a poison

Aelin's POV

Rowan didn't sleep last night so instead he stayed on the headboard above me in his hawk form. I merely stretched and he jolted and shifted onto the bed. He was half-naked only pants on, I was wearing his shirt.

"Why didn't you sleep?" He nipped at my ear. "I didn't want to sleep because we're in unknown territory." Made sense. I got up and headed to the bathroom but he gripped my waist and tugged me back onto the bed. "What?" He shook his head and pressed a kiss on my neck.

"That girl was both human and Faerie, but in a different way."

"Like me?" He shook his head. "It's like she has so much power but doesn't want those two knowing that she can control it." Just yesterday she looked innocent by lightning Tamlin on fire. She meant it to be on purpose and she hit that smile of satisfaction fight under that face of hers. "She smelled like she was mated. Do you think he knows? She smelled like darkness."

"Why are you asking me? I'm not them all at once." I smirked and nipped at his lower lip and avoided the pair of arms surging for me as I got off the bed again. "Would you rather me pee in the bed?" His eyes widned and a grin spread on his face. Dear god. "If I wanted to. Hurry up and get some clothes on I'm hungry."

-An hour laterr-

I was dressed in a flowing lilac gown and Rowan was wearing a green tunic that matches Terrasens colors and black pants. 

"Hello to you two." Rowan growled and we both turned around to face Feyre. "Hello again. I was just wondering if you two plan to stay here, in this," She looked around and whispered, "Hell hole." I was confused and she pointed to a room and motioned is inside.

We got inside and shut the door with a wave of her hand. "As you may have noticed, no Tamlin is not really my fiancé and yes I am mated to a high lord. Just not to him. I was human before I died saving Prythian from an evil woman/whore and then she snapped my neck and killed me she died and all seven high lords came together and made me high Fae. The reason I am here now is because Tamlin is working with an enemy, The King of Hybern. I am here to spy until tonight and leave this hell hole. I'll tell you more when we get to the Night Court."

Rowan raised an eyebrow at me and said, "How many courts?"

"Night Court, Summer Court, Dawn Court, Day Court, Winter Court, Autumn Court and the hell hole Spring Court." (Note the scarcasm) He nodded as I said, "And what is your mate's name? Not that I want to stab him in the face." 

"Rhysand High Lord of the Night Court and I am the High Lady of the Night Court." I was about to ask another thing when a knock on the door sounded and Feyre vanished without trace. The door opened to reveal Lucien and his metal eye whirring. "Out!" I stuck out my tongue at him as Rowan shifted and landed on my shoulder.

Feyre POV

I was so happy to be going back home that I kept a big smile on my face and was immediately wiped off by Tamlin. He slapped me! He actually slapped me and bit me again! "Get off of me!" I tried pushing him back but he wouldn't move. His grip on my waist was too strong so I again, threw him on his ass and slapped him back.

I went to breakfast and Tamlin didn't show, good. "Feyre where's Tam?" Lucien asked.

"He slapped me, he bit me, I threw him on his ass then slapped him then came here. I don't know somewhere sulking I guess." He watched me warily and went to find him. 

Aelin whistled and said, "This place has problems. Are they're anymore problems we have to worry about?"

"Calanmai. A holiday of flowers and seeds I guess...where Tamlin picks a woman and takes them somewhere and fucks them. They don't do that in the Night Court though. That's why I miss home and not here." I broke a plate and fixed it, utter perfection. Rowan was trying to pry Aelin's fingers that were digging into his shoulder. "I don't want to talk about the rest." I said pushing my food around on my plate.

"Meet me in the gardens at sundown, don't bother packing clothes either." They nodded as I winnowed to my room. I slammed the door, locked it and put a barrier over it so no one can get in. I went to my closet and changed into my Illyrian fighting leathers and slept and slept and slept.

-Sun down-

I woke up and felt a faint tug. I jumped out of bed and ran into the garden and they were waiting. I felt that tug again and told them to head north away from eyes of the guards and not to use their powers or kill anyone in their path. I couldn't winnow to the border so I had to run there. Rowan was in his hawk form up high so no one could sense or smell him. Me and Aelin were running on foot when a voice called from behind me, "Feyre? What are you doing?" Aelin and Rowan stopped and we are close to the border.

"Away."

"Why leave? Why go away knowing that I will find you and-" I cut him off and yelled, "Because of you! Because of you and the stupid way you act. I AN NOT A DAMN DOG!" I yelled and Aelin put a hand on my shoulder to calm me. "I am not a dog. And I had no freedom what so ever. You kept me as a prized possession and treated me like one. But this," I removed the glamour from my right arm and held it up. I could hear Aelin stop breathing and Rowan shift back into his Fae form. "He isn't like that. And, I think that you should go and be with that whore Ianthe. Since she wants to be treated like one anyway." 

"Feyre please. Please don't go! I'm sorry but I can't just let you out whenever you wis-" He was cut of by him. My mate. Mate. 

"It is for that reason, she can. She didn't die for us for no reason. She died saving us from Amarantha. She is dead. You didn't have to lock her up in that house." Rhys and Mor and Azriel were here. Then I realized, we were already at the border. Rhys picked me up as my fighting leathers turned into ash and into Night Court attire along with a crown. Aelin was gaping and Rowan's face was a mask of, something.

Tamlin was on his knees, a tear fell onto the ground. "F-Feyre please-"

"Don't come looking for me again." And Az and Mor gripped Aelin and Rowan by the arm and we all winnowed to the Night Court. Home.

I guess Feyre meant it like this: