Feysand Vigilante AU

Nobody asked for this (just kidding three people did and that’s all it takes for me) but here it is:

The Feysand Vigilante AU one-shot with angst and ... yeah that’s about it, just angst. Enjoy! 

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Feyre tried not to cry out as the thug with the mustache whose name she didn’t remember made contact with her already cracked ribs. Tried and failed, but tried all the same. 

Trying is what matters, her father used to say to her and her sisters. Fail as many times as you have to. But don’t you ever stop trying. 

“Try ’til you die,” she muttered under her breath as she staggered backwards against the wall. 

“What was that?” Mr. Mustache Thug asked in his thick Italian accent. 

Feyre chuckled lowly, spitting red at his feet. A dark smile she could hardly recognize herself spread out across her face. It sent a thrill through her that Mustache Thug looked thoroughly disturbed at the sight of her bloodied teeth, wild smile, and masked face. 

“I said it’s time for you to shut up and die.”

“I thought you were one of the ones that doesn’t kill.”

Feyre laughed once again as she stood to her full height, willing away the pain in her ribs, jaw, and left shoulder. Pain didn’t last, and none of her injuries were fatal.

“I guess you’ll have to find out,” she answered, throwing herself into the air and swinging a hard right hook right at the thug’s stupid mustache.