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Current Event: 1k Follower Celebration! Upcoming Event: SJM x Reader Week! In the Works! (as of 04/24/25)

all of the following are in the order that they were posted, most recent at the top. sort by: word count | character | genre (ik theyre broken rn im working on it)

hi!! i'm lyss, 22 from the US. i mostly write acotar reader inserts—usually smutty, often emotional, occasionally unhinged. soft spot for enemies to lovers, and a penchant for turning two-sentence requests into 20k-word fics with their own sets of lore. i write whatever my brain decides to plague my thoughts with for the week. always feel free to drop by my inbox to chat about my writing or literally anything else i love that shit lets talk requests are case-by-case. DMs are open. pls be normal (or fun weird) not weird weird

Wings of Illyria — ongoing AU Azriel x Reader | Insinuated Smut (not insinuated for long) | 5,147 words

tags: personal favorite, band au, modern au, rhys cass and az are in your favorite band. gee, i wonder what i’ll write about y/n and az (not featured yet but I Have Ideas: feysand, nessian, elucien)

Velvet Whispers, Midnight Truths — ongoing series Azriel x Reader, Eris x Reader | Smut | 14,918 words

tags: y/n does who she wants when she wants

Breaking the Ice — complete series Multicharacter x Reader | Smut | 70,439

tags: hockey au, modern au, established relationship (with cassian), homie-hopping, infidelity, big argument

This Tempest, Ours Rhysand x Reader | Smut | 11,712 words read here or on AO3

On a rare night alone in the House of Wind, the worst storm in decades strikes. It wouldn’t be a problem if they didn’t make you so uneasy. Luckily, the House isn’t as empty as you thought. tags: friends to lovers, comfort, consensual use of daemati, one bed trope but it’s a sleeping bag

Drunk on You Azriel x Reader | Smut | 11,237 words read here or on AO3

You and Azriel were just friends. Then came the dancing. The kiss. The night you stopped pretending. tags: personal favorite, friends to lovers, drunken clubbing with the IC (shenanigans ensue)

A Study in Power Lucien x Reader | Smut | 3,503 words read here or on AO3

You're in the Spring Court, playing the dutiful emissary while navigating its fractured politics. But when your mentor's gaze lingers too long, when his touch strays past propriety, resisting him becomes a far more dangerous game. tags: forbidden romance, power dynamics, lucien is HOT (duh), 1k Celebration fic

Signed, Sealed, Unspoken Rhysand x Reader | Smut | 21,478 words read here or on AO3

Following a long and brutal war, the Dusk Court has finally reclaimed the lands seized by the Night Court generations ago. Yet its new capital, Velaris, remains tangled in the Night Court's intricate trade agreements. Now, negotiations are underway. tags: personal favorite, enemies to lovers, letter-writing, 1k Celebration fic

Ashes Beneath the Sky Azriel x Reader | Hurt / Comfort | 4,783 words read here or on AO3

Rhysand and Feyre call for a mission to ambush the Autumn Court's reinforcements, a dangerous strike in the midst of war. Despite Azriel's insistence that you stay behind, you can't resist sneaking along. tags: enemies to lovers, miscommunications/misunderstandings, big argument, 1k Celebration fic

Something Precious Azriel x Reader | Fluff | 2,095 words read here or on AO3

Azriel has always been steady, unwavering—but the way you look at him makes something shift. Small moments, fleeting words, a tension neither of you acknowledge… until it’s impossible for him to ignore. tags: established relationship, y/n has crippling insecurity

No Room for Error Azriel x Reader | Smut | 1,490 words read here or on AO3

Your heated argument with Azriel during a mission turns into an unexpected, yet not first-time, encounter in a broom closet. tags: azriel + y/n mission, enemies (no lovers but...)

The Hand That Holds Azriel x Reader | Smut | 4,938 words read here or on AO3

You and Azriel visit a bakery in Velaris, but tension rises when your ex-boyfriend tries to provoke him. tags: established relationship, y/n's ex is a jackass, azriel is Not

Cursed Flame Eris x Reader | Smut | 8,008 words read here or on AO3

When Eris Vanserra, heir to the Autumn Court, stumbles into a healer's shop under a mysterious curse, it sets off a chain of events neither could have anticipated. As the skilled healer works to unravel the dark magic threatening his life, tension and attraction crackle between them. tags: healer!y/n, arrogant eris (so just eris)

Shadows at Twilight Nesta & Azriel | Angst | 2,275 words read here or on AO3

Azriel and Nesta's Thursday night smoke sessions become a lifeline. As tensions rise, the fragile balance they've been trying to maintain begins to falter. tags: personal favorite, modern au, stoners!nesta+azriel, anotherdrug!nesta, big argument, not reader-insert, not slash

Beneath the Vines Lucien x Reader | Smut | 6,717 words read here or on AO3

Seeking refuge from court politics in a secluded part of the forest, Lucien meets a female from the Summer Court searching for a hidden spring. He offers to guide her, but their journey takes an unexpected turn when he comes into contact with a mysterious pollen... tags: sex pollen, outdoor sex, gentle (but frenzied make no mistake)

Night Watch Azriel x Reader | Fluff | 384 words read here or on AO3

Your baby is crying in the middle of the night (as they tend to do), but with Azriel, there's no need to stress. tags: az cares for your baby in the night (pls refer to this post i beg you)

Moonlit Waltz Rhysand x Reader | Fluff | 418 words read here or on AO3

Amidst the festivities of the city, you and Rhysand share a quiet dance in the moonlight, surrounded by the magic of the night and the warmth of each other’s gaze. tags: dancing with the stars but the star is rhys and also it's not a show you're just dancing with rhys

Held by a Whisper Tamlin x Reader | Angst | 942 words read here or on AO3

In his final moments, Tamlin grapples with pain and regret as you desperately try to save him. He faces the inevitable with a heart full of unspoken words. tags: personal favorite, war (kinda sucks, death (this sucks too), too little too late yall

Rushing or Dragging Azriel | Angst | 300 words read here or on AO3

Consumed by self-doubt, a driven Azriel pushes himself to the brink in a relentless pursuit of perfection, trapped in an endless cycle of practice and pain. tags: not reader-insert, inspired by whiplash (2014), just seemed like the self-destructive shit az would do tbh

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stormhearty · 1 year ago

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Pairings: Rhysand x Reader, Feysand

Word Count: 5.5k+

Triggers: mentions of torture, blood, rape (all nothing explicit), insecurities, depression, PTSD

Summary: When Rhysand had gone Under the Mountain, you, his wife, followed him. However, neither of you knew it had been a trap set by Amarantha. And so, for forty-nine, while being trapped Under the Mountain, you had been his support, his pillar, his reason for living while he had been tortured and used by Amarantha. You had suffered along with him, helplessly watching from the sidelines as Rhysand had to whore his way in protecting his city, his family… and you. But little did you know that things would change when Feyre came to save the High Lord of Spring. Little did you know, that yours and Rhysand’s life would change forever. And how your husband’s bond with you would slowly unravel and wrap around the newly Made High Fae.

Note: I was sobbing while writing this. I have no idea where this came from, but I love it. I originally was thinking of basing this off a song from Phantom of the Opera, but it gotten so astray that it became this mess of emotions. This will also be some mini spoilers from ACOTAR through ACOMAF, so just an FYI. I legit thought of this while I was driving home from my 12-hour night shift nursing job. And I wrote this in a couple of hours because of how much inspiration I had! LMAO. I love Rhysand and I love Feysand so much, but I wanted to see write a story that told was so heart wrenching that it ended up being this. I have read a few fics here on Tumblr about Rhysand having a lover before Feyre ever existed. I loved reading and I wanted to have my own little spin to it. I hope you guys enjoy it!

It had been nothing but a trap.

You and Rhysand had gone to the masquerade party Under the Mountain blindly.

The echoes of Mor and Cassian’s begging for either of you to go to the party still ring in your head. The smile that you had given your family and your last words, We’ll be home before you know it, made regret ache in your chest.

It had been a long forty-nine years and the worst forty-nine years of your immortal life.

The first time that Rhysand had decided to become Amarantha’s lover, you all but begged. Begged the High Queen to spare your husband. To have him do anything besides share her bed, you had begged to have yourself tortured by the Attor — anything to save your husband from such a life.

However, Amarantha was ruthless. She wanted to have the High Lord of Night share her bed, a way to torture not only him but you as well.

Throughout the nights, for forty-nine years, you watched and waited every night, for your husband to return to your bed and cry himself to sleep. To have shivers and sobs echo through your dark bedroom. To watch him sit in the tub, trying to scrub away the indecent touches and kisses of the High Queen. You had held him, comforted him. Prayed to the Mother that both of you would be able to return home to your family with an ounce of your sanity left.

And for you, you had to stay strong, for Rhysand — for your home, for your family that was waiting for you beyond the walls of the mountain.

You held back all the tears, the heartache, the pain that racked your body every single night — so you could pick up the pieces of Rhysand that Amarantha would place in your awaiting arms every single night.

Every night you slowly placed Rhysand together, putting him back as whole as possible with all the love you can muster. Focusing on caring for him, focusing on his pain rather than your own. He was so traumatized, hating every inch of himself because of what he did when he was with Amaramtha. You watched as he was slowly breaking and you couldn’t let that happen.

You couldn’t tell him the amount of pain you were having, not when he had done everything he could to protect Velaris and you along with it.

Because while he was being used by Amarantha, you were tortured by the Attor.

That horrid creature that served the High Queen all but relished in torturing your body, mind, and soul. You had bled, unbled, and been tortured all over again — the Attor putting you back together like a child’s block and dumped back into Rhysand’s arms. And every single time, there was no evidence of your pain — no scarred skin, no broken bones. Nothing to show your suffering and anguish — nothing to show you were broken and touched by darkness.

And only you knew that your mind and soul were slowly being ripped apart.

For forty-nine years that was your fate.

For forty-nine years you were Rhysand’s pillar, his support — the one to pick up the pieces to put him together.

But for forty-nine years you were breaking, slowly but surely. And no one was there to put you back together.

And so, when that time limit was slowly ticking away, little did you know your fate was about to change — for the worse.

You watched on the sidelines, with Rhysand by your side, as Feyre Archeron, the fae-hating human, declared her love for the High Lord of Spring, realizing it was too late to save him.

You watched from the sidelines as Rhysand — being the savior that he was — secretly helped the human through her trials and tribulations against Amarantha. You watched as the bargain to keep her alive was made — watched Rhysand’s determination for the human. You couldn’t say anything, didn’t want to say anything… for you knew it would get you and your husband back home and end this long nightmare.

When Amarantha had speculations on Feyre’s winnings against her tests, she decided to use the Attor to torture you for information. In the dead of the night when everyone was high on fae wine, Amarantha had dragged you down and allowed the Attor to break you, and torture you for the information she wanted.

But you never gave up, you never let the truth slip from your lips. Even when your bones were breaking, the nails of the Attor breaking through skin to make you bleed, or when it tried to break through your mental shields to hunt for information — you held on. Fighting tooth and nail against the pain and agony — to protect your husband and the fate of Prythian. You bit down every strain, every struggle, every yell that scratched your throat — worried that anything that may come out of you would reveal the coup that was brewing under Amarantha’s very nose.

And every time Amarantha was done with your torture, the Attor would put you back together — only your mind shattered to pieces. And every night you would crawl back into bed, biting back tears and screams, as you allowed your husband to hold you throughout the night — unknowing of what had happened to you hours before.

You would feel him slip away at night at times, and you’d follow through caverns of rock only illuminated by fae light to the dungeons below, to the prison that held the human — watched as he slipped through the metal gates, all to heal Feyre from the inflicted wounds from her battles against Amarantha. You would watch as she would fight against him, spit at him, as he did everything to ensure her safety and healing. All you wanted to do was scream, but you didn’t… you couldn’t. You would slip away, returning to your bed, pretending you were asleep as Rhysand would return into your awaiting bed. And every single time, you bit your lower lip, to prevent the aching sobs that wracked your entire body.

When the final trial had come, and Feyre had completed the third trial and therefore tortured and killed by Amarantha, you watched as both Rhysand and Tamlin rushed to her aid, eventually ending the High Queen’s life and reign. You watched as all of the High Lords of Prythian stepped forward and gave that kernel of life — a bit of their lifeforce to the human and watched her transform into one of you, a Made-High Fae.

You were happy that Feyre was brought back — the Savior of Prythian, the Defeater of Amarantha’s Reign — she deserves the happy ending, after everything she had gone through.

And you had hoped that would be the same for you and Rhysand once you returned to Valeris. You stood by his side when he had greeted Feyre, and watched when Rhysand had stiffened at the sight of her. Feeling his arm wrap around your waist in a tight grip before winnowing away, watching her face shift into confusion.

Both of you landed in the Townhouse, Mor giving a screech of surprise, wide eyes as she took in the both of you.

“…Rhys… (Y/N)…” she breathed out in shock before wrapping the two of you in a death hug.

The familiar warmth of Mor had you breaking down, your own hands grasping onto her shoulders as forty-nine years of tears racked through you. The three of you fall into the wooden floors in a heap.

But the thing that ripped your soul the most — to the point that it was unrepairable— was the heartbreaking whisper from your husband.

“She’s my mate…”

It was as if your world tilted on its axis and you didn't know what was up or down, right or wrong. Your body froze, and slowly pulled away from Mor’s embrace and looked at your husband with wide eyes.

“What…?”

Rhysand looked at you, violet hues brimming with tears, agony shown through the usual twinkling stars, “Feyre’s my mate…” was all he can muster out.

Your head pounded, your blood ran cold, and all you could feel was your body scrambling away from the embrace, hands and feet clawing at the wooden floors.

Your chest heaved, as you stared at Rhysand.

How fate was so cruel to you.

You need to support him, you are his pillar, you reminded yourself as a strained smile tugged at your lips.

“That's great, my love…” you whispered, voice shaking as you tried to find the words of happiness. But it was so difficult to find — for you knew that his new-found mate, was in love with someone else; was in a whole different Court. And that echo of half of a mating bond would slowly break your husband.

You maintained your composure, scrambling over to gently wrap your arms around Rhysand, running your fingers through darkened hair, “You will be fine…” you whispered as you felt him quiver in your arms, wetness soaking your shoulder, “You will get through this…”

Both of us will get through this… was all you could wish the Mother for.

The first three months after the events of Under the Mountain were the hardest. Every night Rhysand would still wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat, screaming. Every night you'd wake up right beside him as he vomited his guts out thinking he was still Under the Mountain, still under the hands of Amarantha. Every night you would hold him in your arms whispering how much you love him and that he was safe with you, that he was back with you in the City of Starlight — back with his family.

You would hold him until he was back asleep, the nightmares kept at bay with you at his side.

But little did he know you were also fighting your own nightmares.

You'd wake up, a hand over your mouth as you held back screams, your nails digging into your skin to stop from waking your sleeping husband with the fear that crippled your body. You would slip from your large bed, down the stairs to the cool breeze of Valeris, kneeling on the ground as you held back every vomit, every groan, every nightmare that shook your body.

You couldn't be weak, not when your family had relied so much on you to keep them together. You were the glue that kept them sane, that kept them from shattering.

But who was going to pick up your pieces when you finally break? You didn't know, and you didn't have the luxury to ask.

The first time Rhysand had winnowed to retrieve Feyre for their “bargain”, all you could do was smile. Gently handling Feyre like a newborn lamb. You cared for her, as she tried to figure out her way through her new body. You watched from the sidelines as Rhysand interacted with the new High Fae, seeing a new light in him that was sparking — one that wasn't there when he was with you.

The second time Feyre was brought to Valeris, you watched as Rhysand pushed her to try to get better, pushed her to feel something rather than the emptiness she was radiating.

“She’s killing herself, (Y/N)…” he had told you one day as the two of you walked through the streets of Valeris, “I need to help her through this…”

Your chest ached with an unpleasant feeling, your whole body screaming that it should have been you that he was saving. But you shook that unpleasant feeling and gave him a small smile, “… You're right…”

Breaking… Your husband was breaking you… bit by bit.

When you had heard the echoes of Tamlin locking Feyre in Spring Court, the anger that Rhysand seeped was enormous. He had ordered Mor to save the poor girl from Tamlin’s clutches and whisked her away back to Night Court.

The look that Rhysand had given you when Feyre all but locked herself away, withering away in that room made you break even more.

You took it upon yourself to slowly help the female, caring for her — and building her confidence and health.

You were the pillar of this family, you had reminded yourself over and over again, all the while being chipped away slowly, No one gets left behind.

You watched as Feyre gained her health, became that girl that you saw Under the Mountain — regained that spark that was put out by Tamlin for all those months. You helped Feyre find herself in this new world, but little did you know you were slowly losing yourself too.

You had given up so much of yourself for your family, for your Court, for your husband that you didn’t know yourself anymore. You questioned your self-worth — wondering if what you have done for the past few centuries was all worth it.

What had you contributed to the Night Court for all these centuries? What had you done to earn your spot next to Rhysand? You were nothing special, the dark thoughts whispered into your ears — insecurities rising from the depths of the shadows. You weren't gifted the powers of the seven High Lords like Feyre, you weren't beautiful or frightening like Mor or Armen, and you didn’t know how to fight like Azriel or Cassian — weren’t trained on the ways of Illyrian fighting. You had nothing to contribute. You had no idea why Rhysand had kept you beside him all these years.

But you continued to give and give for the people you loved. You continued to give little of yourself each time someone from your family broke down — still healing from the effects of Amarantha’s rein. You gave a bit of yourself up to Feyre, your husband’s mate, so she can heal herself from the traumatic experience of her first love. You gave a bit of yourself up for Rhysand, as he slowly healed from his trauma from Under the Mountain.

You became the crumbling pillar in their lives.

Crack, crack …you were like glass, being slowly chipped away by the people you love. Those who you had tried to protect Under the Mountain. The very people that had taken advantage of your love and care without them even knowing.

“She’s in the cabin in the mountains… The Suriel told her that she and Rhysand were mates and that the bond finally snapped in her. And Rhys’ up there too… with her.” Mor had told you over a glass of wine.

Your body froze, which seems to be a common occurrence these days, as the glass of wine slipped from your fingers, shattering on the wooden floors. Your chest burned as you stared down at the shards of glass that covered the floor, your eyes dimming as Mor’s words echoed in your head.

The bond finally snapped in her… And Rhys’ up there too… with her.

Panic filled your senses as you stood up from your chair, shards of glass digging into the bottom of your feet as you fled the room, not sure where your bleeding feet were taking you.

“Shit, (Y/N)! What’s wrong? What happened?” Mor panicked, running after you, a hand reached out to gently grab your shoulder and stop you in your tracks.

It took a moment for you to react, dull eyes blinking, as you pulled your mind from such a muddled state. You turned to look at the blonde, who stared at you with a worried gaze, eyes glancing from your face to your feet, “…I… I don’t know. I’m sorry…” you whispered, not sure why you were apologizing in the first place.

You had looked down, your naked feet oozing out bright red blood, and dulling eyes tracked your footsteps behind you. You couldn’t feel it… the pain. There was nothing… no dull or stabbing pain. You had just felt the cool red liquid on your skin beneath your feet.

“… (Y/N)… (Y/N)!!!”

Head snapped up to look at Mor who shook your form gently, “Hey… What’s going on? Why aren’t you crying, screaming in pain? You stepped on so much glass… Let’s get you to Madja, okay?”

Brows furrowed and you tilted your head at the blonde, “…But it doesn’t hurt…” you all but whispered to her, “… I… I can’t feel the pain…”

Mor blinked in disbelief before shaking her head, “…I’m taking you to Madja… We need to get you seen and healed up…”

Mor gently held both of your hands, giving you a tiny smile before she had winnowed you away to the healer.

“… We’re losing her… mind, body and soul, Rhysand…”

You don’t even remember falling asleep.

“She hasn’t slept, nor ate… She has gotten so thin and so weak over the last couple of months… Has no one in the House noticed?”

You hear filters of conversations as you weave in and out of consciousness.

“Have you been really that busy to not pay attention to your wife, High Lord?”

You recognized voices but were unsure what they were talking about. Was it about you? What was going on?

“I don’t know Madja… She always looked okay. (Y/N) was just busy with her duties… ”

That was Rhysand. Had he really not been paying attention to you lately?

“It doesn’t seem like she’s okay, boy…Why is she like this? Like an empty shell that barely is walking this Earth?”

That was Armen’s voice. She sounded angry.

“… I — I… don’t know.”

“She stepped on glass and didn’t even flinch, Rhys. What’s going on?”

That was Azriel, the steel in his voice was unmistakable.

“We won’t get answers unless we look into her mind, she should be unconscious enough that you could break through her walls.”

You could feel the hesitance in the room before you felt warm hands run through your hair.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)…”

Claws of darkness tore through your mental walls and everything sprung out.

Your memories of the Attor and Amarantha torturing you when you were Under the Mountain. The feeling of your bones breaking, skin bleeding, tears, and screams ripping through your very body every night you were tortured. The feeling of emptiness every time they had put you back together to do it again and again. The emotions of anguish and fear crippled your very soul every time Rhysand was taken away from you each night. The constant worry about your family, fear that if Amarantha found them everything would be all for naught. You had to put on a brave face for not only yourself but for Rhysand to get through this ordeal — to help him heal and push on. Because if you didn’t, you would have failed to keep your family safe.

Everything was revealed, on how broken your soul had become while Under the Mountain. And how broken you were when you realized that your husband was mated to someone else. On how little of you was left when you heard that your husband had completed the mating bond.

On how little of you was left as you gave yourself for your family.

Get out of my head…!!! you pushed Rhysand out of your mind, blockading your memories and pain with metal walls and darkness — impenetrable to the Daemati abilities of your husband.

A gasp escaped your body, back arching as eyes opened wide. Your body sitting up as you pushed hands away, scrambling away as you pressed your back against the headboard, panting as you clutched the fabric of your nightgown against your chest, eyes wide as you stared at your family.

“How dare you rip my mental shields, Rhysand??” you whispered in disbelief, your voice shaking with every word, eyes blurring with tears that threatened your vision.

Chip, chip… crack. The glass has finally broken.

“How could you do that? You had promised all those centuries ago, that you would never do that… And yet here you are… breaking that very promise!!”

You watched as the High Lord flinched, violet eyes diverting away.

Bloodshot eyes stared at the people in the room — your family surrounding the large bed that you had laid on.

“… Are you all just noticing my pain now? Was this the only way you would have ever realized the pain I had to endure for you? On the nightmares that have plagued my dreams for years on end? Have I hidden my pain so well that none of you would have seen it? Without ripping my sanity apart?!

“I’ve given so much of myself for all of you. I have fought tooth and nail to ensure that this family would continue to prosper after Amarantha’s rein… Became that pillar all of you had so wrongfully placed on me… That expectation… was a burden. I realized I couldn’t show any weakness, that I couldn’t break down and show my own nightmares because all of you were still trying to heal.”

“We never expected you to do any of that…” Rhysand started.

“Yes, you have! Who would keep this Court afloat when you were still healing? Every damn night you woke up feeling disgusted under your own skin due to everything that woman had done to you. How could I have asked you to move on and rule over your Court? I couldn’t. I needed you to heal for your own health, for your own sanity. For your family’s sanity and well-being. How could I ask any of you to move on after not having your brother for the past forty-nine years while he was being raped Under the Mountain by that woman? I couldn’t! Everyone was healing! But all of you saw how strong I still was and presumed I was alright… that it hadn’t affected me. That these past forty-nine years didn’t cause me to break… But guess what, it has! More than you have ever believed.”

You took a deep breath, tears spilling over as you fought the panic that threatened to take over your whole body.

“I was tortured, every night for the past forty-nine years by the Attor. To be ripped apart, mentally and physically… every damn night and then put back together as if nothing happened. And I would go back into the dark room with you, Rhys… to watch you break apart after what Amarantha had put you through. I watched you claw your skin at the very thought of her touching you… That her very scent seeped so deep into your skin that you wanted nothing but to claw your very soul out…”

Rhys’ gaze snapped back to yours, agony in its very depths.

A broken laugh escaped you, “How could I have told you what had happened to me when you were so broken… You cried, every night, wondering if you were still yourself… Wondering if you were enough still. How could I tell you of my pain, when you were wallowing in so much of it?

“I had to be strong… for the both of us. So that both of us could return home to our family and heal together. I became strong so that you can heal… and get us out from Under the Mountain… Together. But… I realized… after all these months… You were the only one that was able to make it out… You and Feyre…”

Your gaze drifted to the Made-Fae behind Rhysand.

“While I am stuck… Under the Mountain, with the claws of the Attor and that woman still rooted in my nightmares. And when we got out, back home… I thought that was when I could tell you of my pains, my nightmares… but, I still couldn’t. Not only did that woman still plague your dreams, but your connection to your mate haunted you as well. You felt everything that Feyre felt while she was in the horrors in Spring Court.”

A shiver broke through your fragile body, you felt as if your whole body could just shatter into millions of pieces at that point. And at that point, you wish it did. You wish you didn’t have to expose your soul to the people who broke you apart.

“You prioritized the safety of your mate, one who didn’t know of the bond, who hated your entire being… over the person who had gone through the torture and pain with you Under the Mountain. You chose your mate…”

A smile tugged at the edge of your lips, one that did not reach your eyes, one that did not twinkle as it usually did.

“And I can’t fault you for that… I want to… with every being in my body… every cell of my immortal life. But I can’t..” you whispered, your head shaking in disbelief, “I want to fault you for not choosing me. But I just can’t…Your other half, the part of your soul with breaking, dying… And I couldn’t hate you for it. I stayed strong… so that she could heal… so that both of you could heal so you can make it out of that darkness…”

And yet I brought both of you together… by healing the both of you and breaking me at the same time… You thought to yourself, your brows furrowed with pain.

A shaky sigh escaped you as you opened your eyes, and found yourself staring into violet hues. Rhysand kneeling in front of you on that bed. Shaky hands coming up to cup your face, only to have you turn away, averting his touch.

“…Please don’t touch me, Rhysand…”

You watched from the corner of your eye how the High Lord’s body stiffened at the sound of his name escaping your lips like that. You never had called him his full name, not in the centuries you have been together. It had always been Rhys… with the laugh that would accompany it, the smile that would tug at the edge of your lips when you called out to him.

Not anymore. That person had died Under the Mountain — forty-nine years ago.

“…Please don’t touch me when you have held your mate…” you pleaded, wrapping your arms around yourself — wanting to crawl into yourself and disappear, rather than have Rhys touch you, and comfort you.

“—- I…”

“—-Don’t say you’re sorry…. Just don’t. If you were truly sorry, this wouldn’t have happened…” you looked and turned to the healer, “Madja, please escort them out… I don’t want to see them right now…”

The pleas from your family went deaf to your ears, you closed your eyes hearing the yells and cries as Madja removed them from the room, the doors finally shutting, leaving you in silence.

And when you were finally alone, you finally broke, a scream so excruciating that it echoed throughout all of Prythian.

“You’re going to become a statue at this point, (Y/N)…” murmured the Captain as he placed a light shawl over your shoulders.

It had been almost a decade since Madja had gently handed you over to the High Lord of Dawn Court.

The Night Court healer realized that you had been too broken — too fragile to be glued together by her ancient, old healer hands. Madja knew you’d continue to suffer underneath the skies of Valeris, to be so close to those who had ripped small pieces of you away, leaving nothing but the raw edges.

You needed somewhere to heal, and Thesan had willingly opened his doors up for you after hearing what had happened. The High Lord remembered you from Under the Mountain, a figure that had always stood by Rhysand's side — a figure of support for the High Lord of Night Court.

And yet when things fell apart, they had left you… pieces on the ground — shattered. He couldn't leave you that way, not after everything that you went through.

So he took you in, healing your mind, soul, and heart.

It had been a tough few years. You were an empty shell of your former self. You never ate, never slept, didn’t even say a word to anyone — just stared into the golden light of Dawn Court skies. It took a lot of coaxing from both Thesan and his lover to get you to start healing.

It was slow, excruciatingly slow. But Thesan knew that it would take years, centuries even for the amount of pain and trauma to minimize.

When you felt the light shawl drape over your shoulders, you looked up at the Captain and gave him a small smile, nodding your head to thank him.

The Captain of the Peregryn hummed out a stood next to you while you sat in your chair, awaiting his lover to join the two of you. You knew that the High Lord had a meeting with one of the Seasonal Courts that day and it would have been a long meeting and Thesan didn’t want to leave you alone too much due to your delicate condition; and thus having his lover stay by your side.

You heard the door open, but it sounded distant as you just stared absentmindedly outside, allowing the cool breeze of Dawn Court to wrack a shiver through your body.

“I told you to watch over her, my love…” Thesan’s voice echoed through your room.

What you didn’t expect was another pair of footsteps to follow Thesan’s. Your body stiffened, an unknown person entering the sanctuary of your bedroom. Feeling a familiar weight on your shoulder, you looked up to gaze up at the High Lord of Dawn who gave you a gentle smile, “You will get a cold, my child…” he murmured.

“That’s why I gave her a shawl…” you heard the Captain murmured. And the light battering between lovers caused you to tug a tiny smile on your features.

Your eyes moved from the couple to the person that had occupied Thesan’s side. You recognized him — the High Lord of Summer, Tarquin. You met him briefly Under the Mountain, but never spoke to him. Turquoise eyes met yours and he bowed his head, and you just tilted yours in question.

Thesan watched your movement and glanced at the Summer High Lord.

“My child… I think it’s time that you make new friends…”

Tarquin stepped towards you and set out his hand. You stared at it for a few moments before you raised your own to place on top of his palm, “It’s an honor to meet you, (Y/N)…” he hummed out, pressing a kiss on top of your hand, “My name is Tarquin — -”

“… I know who you are High Lord of Summer…” your voice weak, a whisp of sound in the Dawn wind, “Why are you here? Why are you willing to see me?”

Tarquin’s brows scrunched together before he relaxed his features, “… I want to help you heal… A decade in Dawn Court sounds boring…”

Thesan’s quip on the side caused a quirk in your lip as you focused on Tarquin.

“Come with me to the Summer Court, hopefully the warmth there will heal you a bit more…”

You stared at Tarquin, hesitance in your every feature, a hesitant nod causing Tarquin to smile before winnowing you away, landing in Summer soil, greeted by the warm sun.

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fic #acotar angst #rhysand x reader #rhysand #rhys acotar #( .one shot : breaking like glass )

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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I searched for Feysand x reader all over tumblr and you were one of the top creators so I looked around and fell into the rabbit hole of masterlists… I’ve been on your page for hours now and i’m not tired at all.

And I saw your request were open and i’m so happy bc I wanted to ask if i could request feysand x reader where feyre and reader are pregnant at the same time. Like we all know how protective rhys was in the books, now imagine two mates at the same time. Like his instincts wouldn’t let anyone too close to them bc his mates are in vulnerable situations. Maybe someone like Beron or Tamlin jokes around and Rhys doesn’t handle it well or smth plssss🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Double Trouble

Feysand x reader

A/n: omg thank you 😭😭 I get nervous that I write too much and that ppl will get sick of me lol. So thank you for reading my fics 💕

Warnings: Tamlin being a douche

Rhys has been more paranoid since you and Feyre both started showing. The revelation of both you being pregnant excited and frightened him at the same time. Causing his over protective mate instincts to kick in. The two of you had tried to get him to rest knowing he had a High Lords meeting coming. But the stubborn male insisted he was fine.

A few times when you got up to pee in the middle of the night - a new routine thanks to your pregnancy - you found Rhys wide awake. He would watch over you and Feyre like a hawk until he fell asleep sitting up.

Yesterday Rhys had insisted he could skip the meeting and just stay with the two of you. It was a day long battle for a compromise. ��Rhysand. We will be fine here with Amren watching over us and Nyx.” Feyre said sternly as Rhys came to tell you he changed his mind about your plans, again.

He shook his head vehemently, “Nope. I need to be here.” You rubbed at the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut and willing your mate to go away. “What will it take to get you to go to this meeting?” You sighed out.

Feyre perked up, wiggling her fingers, “Oh, I have an idea! What if we come with you. Helion can have a room for us, Cass, Az, and Mor will be there, it’ll be so easy.”

You could tell Rhys was considering it from the pensive look on his face. And he didn’t immediately shut Feyre down.

He nodded, mumbling out ‘I’ll think about it’ before heading back to his office.

You shoot Feyre a knowing look, “You just want those bonbons Helion gets.” “Yes! I’ve been craving them for months. And I want them fresh, not in a box.”

Snuggling up next to your mate on the couch you place a hand on her bump. Feyre does the same to you, resting her forehead against yours. “I don’t blame you,” you giggle out, “I’m happy I get to experience this with you Fey. Even if Rhys is being a mother hen.” She lightly pecked your lips. “Me too y/n/n. I love you”

———

Thankfully Rhys had agreed to you two coming along to the Day Court and you’d spend the night. Winnowing took a lot of energy from you and Feyre, so Rhys was adamant about you two resting as much as possible.

Before leaving you all gave Nyx hugs and kisses. He would stay with Elain and Nesta while you were gone. He hated when you left but enjoyed his time with Aunty Lain.

Winnowing to the Day palace Helion was waiting to greet you. “You’re the first to arrive.” He said cheerfully. The two High Lords shook hands as Helion guided your little group inside. Cassian offered his arm to Feyre while Az offered you his.

“I set up a very comfortable room for you two to relax in. No meeting for you, I’m sure there’s enough stressful things around you these days.” He says, eyeing Rhys. “Thank you Helion.” You say sweetly. “And you got our snack requests?” Feyre asks.

Helion throws his head back, laughing at her blunt question. “Of course I did. You’ll find you are well stocked on any foods your hearts desire.” You and Feyre smile at each other knowing you’re about to have the best snack and relax sesh.

You walked Rhys to the meeting room, like you promised, before leaving him. He takes one of your hands in his, giving you both a loving look. “Do you need anything? What can I do for you before everyone gets here?” “Nothing my love.” Feyre says softly. You bring a hand up to caress his cheek, “We’re just fine baby. You focus, do your thing and help Prythian, yeah?”

He gives you and Feyre a quick kiss before Helion’s personal guard escorts you to your rooms.

Opening the door your senses are overwhelmed by the scent of the sweet treats spread out for you. You and Feyre look at each other licking your lips in excitement. You wasted no time sprawling out on the lounges, digging into whatever was in arms reach.

Hours later Rhys, Cass, Az, and Mor joined you. Rhys was overjoyed to see you two after being separated. “You should’ve seen him when Kal asked where you were. He snarled.” Cassian teases as Rhys nudges his way to sit between you and Feyre. “I did not.”

Mor rushed over to you, lightly placing a hand on each of your bellies. “How are both Mor juniors doing.” You giggle at the blonde, “They have been perfect little angels.”

“No discomfort, extreme fatigue, or -“ “Rhys, we were fine.” Feyre cuts him off. He seems to relax at that. The tension in his shoulders loosening as he bats Mor away so he can feel the babes kick. Rhys lets out a breathy laugh as little feet push against his palms. “Hi angels, did you miss daddy?” Two more kicks in response.

The babes love the sound of Rhys’s voice. Like with Nyx, he talks to them every night. It doesn’t matter if you and Feyre are awake or asleep, he will always make time for the babes.

“Don’t forget,” Azriel speaks up from his spot in an armchair. He’s picking at a bowl of chocolates you hadn’t gotten to yet. “We have dinner in about an hour with everyone.” Rhys wasn’t pleased by the reminder. Something tells you that he was never going to tell you and Feyre about dinner.

Feyre stands, pulling you with her. “We will go get ready then.” She says happily.

You exit the bedroom with a few minutes to spare. Feyre chose a glittering black dress that hung off her shoulders. She decided to leave her crown behind for the night, putting her hair half up with small braids meeting in the middle.

You had decided on a midnight blue dress specked with pearls. The flowing fabric on both your dresses not hiding the fact that you’re pregnant. Rhys eyed the two of with lust sparkling in those iridescent violet irises.

He offers you each an arm to walk down to dinner. Rhys walks at slow pace for the two of you. When Feyre noticed she rolled her eyes and you both pulled him along. When the six of you enter the grand dining room you feel eyes on you. Thankfully not autumn ones. Azriel told you Beron and his court left after the meeting was over. Very typical of Beron to come and complain then leave, making no effort to improve court relations.

Viviane and Thesan shriek in excitement at the sight of you. “Congratulations! How did I not know?” She said excitedly. “When are you due?” Thesan asks immediately after her. The pair continue their onslaught of questions as you answered before the next question came up.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Tamlin tensing. Clearly unhappy about the topic of conversation. Feyre and Rhys caught on to his unhappiness as well. Feyre tried to change the topic, asking Thesan about how things were going with his lover.

Tamlin and Rhys made uncomfortable eye contact. The males looked like they were about to jump across the table at each other. Rhys pulled your chair closer to him so you’d be away from Tamlin. He was across the table diagonal from you. It’s not like you were that close him but if it made Rhys feel better.

“Do you have something you’d like to say, Tamlin?” Rhys snapped. The High Lord of Spring scoffs, a wicked smirk on his face. “Well I just think it quite odd they’re both pregnant. Why on earth would you want two more.”

Everyone stopped speaking, looking anywhere but at them. Even you and Feyre looked at the table. You could tell she was fuming about Tamlin’s joking tone. “Is that an insult about my son? Or perhaps you’re angry about your situation. If you need to talk about it I’m sure you can find someone who will listen.” Rhys gave him a fake smile and went back to his meal.

Conversation slowly started up again. Tamlin excused himself, only saying goodbye to Helion before stepping out into the hallway to winnow home.

Once back in your rooms for the evening Rhys had you and Feyre cuddled up on either side of him. “Thank you for standing up for our family.” Feyre whispered. “I always will darling. You’re the most important people in the whole world to me.”

You let out a yawn and snuggle close to Rhys. “Let’s get some sleep. This little angel is kicking me for some shut eye.” “This one too.” Feyre yawns out. “Awww, I’m sorry I’m keeping your mommy’s up.” Rhys whispers. He kisses both of your bumps as you drift off.

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throneofsapphics · 2 years ago

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Oh gods your angst fics are just so so so so good. The knuckles one? Give it to me in an IV drip 😭

Please I beg (gently), a fic where the bat boys or poly acotar couple keep the reader from harming themselves?

So sorry if this is too dark, or not something you’re interested in! Please ignore if so.

Thank you for being so talented 💕

a different kind of fear

(part two)

Nessian x Reader

Summary: Nesta and Cassian catch reader at a vulnerable moment.

Warnings: self harm, descriptions of injuries, blood, angst-ish?, not proofread

A/N: you are so damn sweet thank you <3, I’m glad you like them! I surprised myself doing nessian for this, but I’ve already got ideas for a feysand one too

Everything was too much. Too gods-damned much, she thought she’d lose it. She wanted control over something - anything.

Her eyes found the small line up of daggers on the chest. Some of them hers, most of them Cassian or Nesta’s.

Almost on autopilot, she walked towards them, eyes zeroing in on her first. Her hand grasped the cool metal of the dagger. Grounding her, bringing her an inch back towards reality. A small shift and she faced the mirror. The coolness against her skin felt right. Slowly she pressed it against her forearm, letting it rest against her pulse. She winced as she shifted it slightly, a small knick on her forearm, and the blood dripped down - falling on the cream colored nightgown. It felt strangely like warm water.

She felt out of control, like her body was moving on its own - her mind separate from her conscious. Every inch of her focused on that small cut. On how it felt good - good to have some sort of control. She gave her attention to the mirror, and brought it up towards her neck. She knows she won’t slit her throat - won’t kill herself, but the temptation to feel that kind of control, to feel the metal against her skin was too much, and she brought it up towards her throat.

It could have been seconds - or hours, but she stood there, slightly shifting the knife back and forth. She winced as a small slice cut against the front of her throat - not enough to kill or severely injure her, but blood dripped down her throat, her chest, staining the top of her nightgown - turning it a sort of pink color. Freedom, that’s how it felt.

Nesta thought she knew fear. She’d faced death and spit it’s cold and ugly face, but walking into their bedroom, Cassian on her tails, to see her in front of the mirror, a knife held to her neck, blood trailing down her skin, in a trance of sorts, her eyes far gone from this reality. Fear, pure fear filled both her and her mate behind her. She glanced at Cassian, and his eyes had gone wide and she could hear his heart nearly bleeding out of his chest.

He took a few steps - silent, careful not to scare her, not with how damn close that knife is to slitting her throat. Gods she was already bleeding, the blood soaking her neck and dripping onto her clothes. She wanted to sprint over there, to rip that damned dagger from her hands and clutch her tightly, but a warning glance from Cassian kept her from doing that.

She heard the door open and close, vaguely aware of someone else’s presence in the room. Two someone’s. Cassian and Nesta. She couldn’t bring herself to lower it, her body froze in place.

“Y/n.” Cassian’s voice was gentle and soft, “put the knife down sweetheart,” but she didn’t miss the demand in his voice. Almost a command, trying to force her to do something. Her mind recoiled against it, even as the sensible part of her knew she should listen.

“Put it down.” Nesta’s voice was harsher, and she spotted Cassian glaring at her from the mirror. They kept taking careful steps towards her, and she watched. Her body was completely still, frozen in time and place.

As she didn’t move, they kept carefully approaching. Then, she felt their panic. A tang of guilt ran through her, but before she could process it more, a large hand clasped around her wrist, yanking it away from her, squeezing until she dropped it.

Smaller hands tugged her back, away from the mirror, and spun her - crushing her into Nesta’s chest. One hand dug in the back of her hair, holding her tightly. Nesta was shaking, she realized - her hand shaking slightly against the back of her head.

“Get her cleaned up.” Cassian sounded unusually grave. She half expected Nesta to snip back at the order, like she usually would, but the female led her towards the bathroom. Y/n was vaguely aware of Nesta washing her, her pinched face as she cleaned the small wounds - already healing quickly, but she still rubbed a salve over them. For once, she didn’t protest and let Nesta dress her, taking care of everything.

When they came back out, there wasn’t a single blade in sight. Cassian stood by the door, his hair ruffled like he’d been running his hands through it. He saw the exhausted expression on her face - fatigue had set in.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning.” His voice was clipped, but there was a softness in his eyes. Nesta shuffled her over to the bed, pushing her towards the middle. They caged her in on each side, holding her tightly, like she might disappear at any given moment.

#READ THE WARNINGS PLEASE #nessian x y/n #nessian x reader #cassian x y/n #cassian x reader #nesta archeron x y/n #nesta archeron x reader #poly!nessian #poly!nessian x reader #poly!nessian x y/n #acotar x reader #acotar fic #not proofread my bad

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maisonaime · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Color coding: Angst & Hurt/Comfort, Smut/Romance, Fluff, Dark

***specific warnings and ratings will be at the front of each part — but fair to assume most will be intended for mature audiences***

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ACOTAR 🩶🏔️

Multi-part

Ilithyia’s Blessings [Feysand Pregnancy Rewrite] - Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4

Give and Take [Cass x Reader] - Part 1

One-shot

The Star Who Listened [Azriel x Reader] Starfall Week 2024

If I am a branch on a tree, will I snap or will I burn? [Azriel/Nesta friendship]

Patience is a Virtue [Azriel x Reader]

Beautiful Agony [Azriel x Reader blurb]

Crescent City ❤️🌙

One-shot

Alma Mater [Bryce/Danika friendship]

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sapphicmsmarvel · 7 months ago

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writing game tag by @bonecarversbestie

tagged by the wonderful @thelov3lybookworm !

describe your writing process from idea to posting/publishing

Sporadic. It’s everywhere.

Typically I’ll think of something and open a doc for it on my phone and just write a sentence or two about the plot and what i want to happen.

sometimes i am able to just bang it out in one fell swoop. the story just grabs me by the scruff of my neck and takes me on the journey. even i dont know my plot twists or lines until they’ve already popped out onto the screen.

a LOT of the times im thinking of a scenario to fall asleep to and i randomly thing of something so ill go in my docs and explain the idea then go to bed!

are you a plotter or a pantser

Pantser. I’m so bad at plotting just because i wanna get to the juicy bits first (before i forget them) and then i’ll build the bridges between the dramatic events.

what do you listen to when you are writing

Little Mix (and now Perrie, Leigh-Anne and Jade’s solo stuff), Taylor Swift, Chappell Roan, Renee Rapp, you know, the pop girlies.

Occasionally bad omens too.

what’s your drink of choice while writing?

fun fact about me is that i basically only drink water. i’m not a pop girly or a coffee/tea girly. i do love a hot chocolate tho

promote yourself! what’s your favorite thing you’ve written?

baby blanket (azriel) and feeding my complex (azriel, feyre and rhys plus reader). also disability (with feysand x reader)

i have no idea what spurred baby blanket but what i do now is when i thought of it i was on my period so i was verrrrrry emotional and started crying. Then I wrote it, cried some more and published it.

share a fic of yours that you think is underrated/deserves more love?

bad dates (acotar), work of art (wanda)

fun fact: bad dates is one i wrote after my own bad date, everything that readers date did, mine did LOL so i wanted my comfort characters cause wow did it feel shitty.

do you have any advice for new writers?

There will always be an audience for your work. but that’s not something to base your passion on.

write the thing for you. you come first. don’t squeeze to fit a predetermined mold.

also do Not stress about requests or even accepting them.

what is a writing style/technique that others do really well that you’d like to get better at?

flowery language. i’m not good at bringing flowy elements to dialogue or feeling. i’ve been doing better tho!

is there a character you were surprised you enjoyed writing as much as you did?

Elain! I’ve never been an Elain hater really, it’s more of how little we see of her and i like to envision her having this secret rebellious side!

Nesta was scary to write because i’m terrified to get her characterization wrong.

i tag @bbluefllame !

#acotar #acomaf #acofas #acowar #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #feysand x reader #wanda maximoff x reader

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fairytalesofthewind · 1 year ago

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With Darkness comes Night III

Feysand x reader fic

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (coming soon)

Warnings: vulgar language, speaking of death

The Night Court is in mourning for the High Lord’s son. The news had spread the same night Ember’s venom spread through Nyx’s body. No one was allowed to leave or join the camp in fear of another attack. No one was allowed in the High Lord and Lady’s cabin except for the healers they trusted and their Inner Circle. But all healers told them the same, that it was too late. The venom had already spread, and there was no antidote.

Feyre and Rhys sat next to Nyx on the bed, wiping the sweat gathered on his forehead. Their hearts broke more, each time Nyx winced, cried and spasmed out of his pain. The wound, now stretching over his entire stomach, let out a sour odour. They had already opened the windows, and the cold breeze helped ground them.

With their hearts in their throats, they all jumped up when they heard the door open. Helion walked in, with a heavy expression. He held a vial of Nyx’s blood in his hand, even from the other side of the room you could smell the venom in it.

“My magic cannot help you with this, my friends.” Before he even finished speaking, most of the room had already fallen deeper into their grief. The sour air filled with the salty scent of their tears.

“I feel like I must remind you of your only other option.”

“Absolutely, not.” Growled Amren, she’d be damned if she let that wicked Keeper close to Nyx.

Rhysand cleared his throat twice, failing to speak over the lump stuck in his throat. “Do it,” he said, “summon her.” Rhys did not understand how the Keeper was connected to all of this. Was she the one doing it? Or was she suffering just like they were? Rhysand could not ignore the grief he saw in her eyes, at both the monster's death and his son’s attack.

This time it was Helion, who cleared his throat, albeit more uncomfortably. “She’s already here. I feel her presence somewhere close.”

Amren stood up in anger, if she had her previous form, Helion was sure her eyes would be glowing out of ire. “Where is the fucking bitch? Azriel tell me. I know you sense her too.”

“I’m right here.” A voice from somewhere said. They didn’t know whether it came from outside, inside, up or above them. The voice sounded far away, as if not even in this layer of reality.

“My friend,” Helion started, holding his hand out, “please show yourself, we need your help.”

You appeared as close to Helion and as far away from Amren as possible. You weren’t scared of her, but you feared that the idea of giving her some extra ‘sleepy time’ sounded very… quiet.

Helion had already raised his hand to silence her. Surprisingly, Amren obeyed. The idea of Nyx dying truly changed them all.

Feyre turned to you, her eyes wild and desperate. “Can you help him?”

Amren scoffed, “She is the one who put him—,”

“I did not bring harm to him.” You interrupted quickly. You turned to the High Lady and High Lord. “I would not break our treaty, truly.”

Helion this time silenced Amren’s response with magic and led her out of the room. Leaving you with Rhys, Feyre and Azriel. Helion gave you an encouraging smile, softly but loudly heard.

“What happened, Keeper? I don’t understand what is happening?” You sat next to Feyre, a hand on her shoulder. Your heart reacted heavily to the way her voice shook and you took a deep breath to ground yourself.

“There is something happening to my children. It must be magic… or a curse. It makes them forget everything and attack everything. I have lost…,” You couldn’t keep speaking, your voice got stuck in your throat.

“I lost five of my children. Five! Trust me, I am not behind this.” Feyre made a mournful sound next to you and laid her hand over yours on her shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

“I believe you.” She said, and there was no place for the other two men to disagree with her. “We could help each other, I’m sure. One mother to another?”

All of you looked at Nyx, struggling to stay alive. “It is not a matter of an antidote, I’m afraid.” And then you explained what needed to happen.

You had created Ember from your magic, just like every mother did. Ember’s magic was yours, just like yours were his. He was created in the war, to protect the dark forests. His venom was poisonous to everyone, except to those made out of the same magic. His brothers and sisters were safe. You could make Nyx safe too, but not with an antidote.

“So to save Nyx, you need to make him of your magic? Of you?”

”Nyx already has some of my magic, being a child of the darkness and starlight.”

Rhysand looked disturbed, and you feared you would not get the permission to help Nyx. “Does that make me your child too?”

You laughed and shook your head quickly. Luckily the others laughed with you too. It lightened the heavy atmosphere in the room.

“No, Rhysand. You and I share magic, but you got your powers when you were born. Before I was created.”

He looked at you sideways, and a small grin, even though it was lined with grief, adorned his lips. “So I’m older than you?”

You chuckled once again. “My vessel is younger, yes. But my powers are ancient. I existed before time itself.”

“What about me?” Asked the Shadowsinger softly.

You thought back to the lonely boy, scared and hurt. “I helped make you, I suppose. I tried to help you, but the Fates didn’t allow me to do much.” You had wished you could have done more. Especially after you had made him a Shadowsinger, you had felt a deep connection. You could not bear how he suffered, but you were not allowed to do anything.

“You did help me, in a way. Will the fates allow you to help Nyx?” You needed to give him more than some sort of power, you needed to save him.

“That depends on what Feyre and Rhysand decide.”

One look was shared. “Whatever you need to do, do it.” They answered, before they truly thought about what it could mean, about what could happen. Suddenly, Rhysand panicked and thought about Amren’s distrust towards you.

“Does this mean he has to live in the forest?” Rhysand asked, “I will admit, Nyx is a very spoiled prince, he won’t survive in there.”

You chuckled once again, but this time alone. Did they truly think you were that evil? That you would steal their child?

“No.” You answered firmly. “But I will have to visit once in a while.” Otherwise, Nyx would suffer from his powers, he would need to be connected closely to you.

A sigh of relief echoed throughout the room. “I suppose we’ll be seeing each other a lot anyway.” Said Feyre, her tone was calm and collected, but there was still panic and worry in her eyes.

When you gave her a confused look, she explained herself. “To heal our lands of this plague, before it spreads even more.”

You didn’t want to think about it. The thought of possibly losing another child because of this plague might be your undoing.

You sat closer to Nyx, and wiped the sweat off his brow. You asked his parents if they were ready, because it was not only Nyx who would feel the shift in his being. You received a firm ‘yes’, and you didn’t hesitate to start one of the most beautiful processes your powers granted you.

“There,” you said after a while. “He’ll wake up soon, feeling better.” You felt an immense need to stay, but you did not feel welcome to. So you stood up, with a heavy, but relieved heart.

A hand stopped you, and hope blossomed.

“Thank you.” Rhysand said, but the dismissal was clear.

You nodded and walked your way to the door, but was stopped when it opened suddenly.

In front of you stood the General. Cassian went through many emotions, but eventually stuck with surprise.

“Y/n?”

Taglist: thank you all (!!)

@starryhiraeth @cupidojenphrodite and thank you @esposadomd you motivated me :)

#acotar #rhysand #feyre #acowar #acofas #feysand #nyx archeron #acotar fanfiction #x reader #acotar x reader #amren

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thefaithfulnightwriter · 6 months ago

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I'm sorry for botherin' again but i got another question for you guys today. well i got two more but i am posting them separately. for this i am trying to set my things up and what not so i can start posting my fics. but anyways i have been writing acotar for a long while now but never really written a f!reader fic for the fandom. so i got a question for you guys.

plz read below for more of an idea of the fic

1 - the Rhysand x F!Reader would be a fic with a shy but chaotic inventor!reader and what not i don't want to give to much a way all i know is it would be a fluffy series with a dash of angst in it who knows maybe more and what not.

2 - the Azriel x F!Reader is the same thing for the inventor!reader i just can't choose between the two so should it be Azriel or Rhysand.

3 - or should it be both with the chaotic inventor. i just really can't choose so i leave it in your guys hands. i have the ideas and what not and can't get it out of my head i just need the pairing really at this point.

this is for the first question. i have one more for the day which will be about a feysand fic if you'd like to see more about it keep a look out i am about to post it. and thank you so much for taking the time to read this.

#rhysand reader #rhysand x reader #azriel reader #azriel x reader #acotar x reader #acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader x rhysand

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starfall-spirit · 9 months ago

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20 questions for writers

Thank you for the tag @tunaababee and @whatishowedyouinthedark!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

63 (and another in my drafts for omegaverse free day)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

237,274

3. What fandoms do you write for?

ACOTAR and Fourth Wing mostly, but I'm looking to get more works posted for ToG and Assistant to the Villain (esp with book 2 in hand). Once upon a time I was a Miraculous LB girl too.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Dragons Know Best (Riorgail)

Your Claim on My Heart (Riorgail)

Our Own Little Show (Violiaden)

So This is What Heaven Feels Like (Feysand)

High Lord, Cold and Cruel(Feysand)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Definitely. A single comment can be enough to turn a shitty day or even week on its head and I want my readers to know how much they mean to me. I also just love discussing my work with people who genuinely care about it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm not an angst writer and I haven't looked at this one in a couple of years but my miraculous oneshot Agony has MCD. So does The Night the Stars Fell on Velaris, even if it turns out to just be a nightmare in the end.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Last year for Feysand Week I wrote All's Fair in Love & Paint Wars which is pure HEA tooth-rotting fluff and smut.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't thankfully. There have been a few snotty people who claim i should use a beta or whatever, but I have been very lucky to avoid major hate and entitlement to updates. Part of it is probably that I'm not as popular as other writers in the fandom and I keep my Ao3 locked. People don't like to be a bitch when their name is there for all to see.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh yes. Both fluffy and dark.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I don't, unless you count combining characters from the SJM universe. In that case I have a worldwalking next gen fic and a modern au for Feysand x Ruhn.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I'm not opposed to the idea.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes!! You guys should check out the ACOTAR Writing Circle. I participated in the 3rd circle. There's another thing I'm working on with a friend, hopefully for Feysand Week, but we'll see.

14. What is your all-time favorite ship?

Feysand, the Rowaelin. After that, probably the rareships Feyre x Eris x Rhys and Violiaden.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof. Um, I've really been struggling to find motivation for Remember me? (Feysand x Ruhn) I started it when I saw an ask @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship asked, but I'm very much a pantser and didn't do anything more than write one crappy chapter before hitting post.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Banter, I think. It's so much fun to write and since I'm lacking in most other components I let it lead my fics. I've had several people tell me I write great dirty talk, but idk. I just make mean men say 'good girl" repeatedly, so...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing anything. My fics are too dialogue heavy and I'm well aware of it, but I've yet to improve my writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm great when it comes to learning sign, but I've never managed to hold onto spoken languages beyond English. I'm not brave enough to trust google translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

My Percy Jackson and Harry Potter was never published, so probably ACOTAR.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Burning in the Starlight/How Can I Loathe and Crave You? as well as Precious Collateral. Also super excited about my submission for this Saturday.

They're more about the vibes than making a fic that's actually worth reading and there's something so refreshing about just writing for yourself and like, three dark romance/poly fic girlies who hype you up. I'm in my happy little dark!rhys bubble and will be staying here a long while, thank you.

Tagging: @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship // @panicatthenightcourt // @writtenonreceipts // @thelovelymadone

#fanfiction #acotar #writing

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potatoplace · 26 days ago

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LE GASP

YOU BELONG WITH ME FEYSAND X READER

AAAAAHHHHHHHH

I'm thinking high school setting

Feyre and Y/N have been besties since kindergarten, thick as thieves ever since. Rhys and his family moves to town in middle school, and easily becomes a part of their friendship.

But when Rhys and Feyre start dating?

Y/N is crushed.

Because now? Hanging out with her best friends feels like third wheeling. Rhys and Feyre are lovey-dovey, and it makes her sick to her stomach.

Because she should be a part of it.

Y/N bails on hanging out over Christmas break, instead staying home with her neglectful family, though she still stays up until midnight, wishing Feyre a happy birthday on Solstice.

Azriel, one of Rhys's brothers that Y/N grew closer to once Rhys and Fey started dating, physically drags Y/N to the New Year's party being hosted at Rhys's house

And yeah confessions. Feyre's wrecked over Y/N not being present for her birthday, the first time since they'd met.

AAAANGST plus a good dose of fluff aka 'omg we all loved each other all along'

#this will most likely be happening #LOOK OUT BITCHES #MY BRAIN IS ALIVE AT THE MOMENT #fic idea #Feysand x reader fic idea #acotar fic idea #tato talks

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myfictionaldreams · 1 year ago

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I PROMICE I did not mean that ask to sound like "ooh why arnt you writing me fan fics" I just needed to talk about how entertaining it is lol. I will be looking into ACOSF probably will finish the video tonight as I found this woman on YouTube ( @cari can read) and she has done hour long videos explaining what I think is the entire plot although I can't promice I know EVERYTHING. I know of the authors other stories like the one you mentioned and i might start looking into those as well once ive finished ACOSF but i might need some downtime lol. You deserve breaks as a fellow writer of fanfics and my own OC stories I take massive breaks inbetween my spouts of creativity so I get it <3 I don't know how you feel about writing for female characters x reader so that's the only reason I didn't go straight in with an ask for feysand as I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable. Give me time to think of a plot for you and I will for sure send you a few asks for you to choose from, I may end up doing a fic myself if so I will tag you on it (ik that kinda defeats the point of me using anon but I'm incredibly nervous about interacting with people and doing it the wrong way but you do seem really nice and I would want to share that with you if I end up writing one). Back to my previous point! Take breaks, wether that be breaks from specific characters (I'm looking at you mafia stucky I chat have you overworking this amazing person😬) or just writing in general becuse at the end of the day you are writing free content and is it YOUR time that you write it during <3

-☺

You’re too sweet honestly ❤️

I didn’t take it in that way at all don’t worry! I was more excited that you were referring to acotar and a specific themed fic that I’d love to write so don’t worry about that. I’ve written f/f fics in the past and absolutely happy to write more! Also let me know your thoughts on silver flames, think it’s one of my favs!

Definitely send any ideas over! Also (trying to say this calmly) but pleaseeee tag me in anything you write! I’d absolutely love to read your fics (of any kind!) I know you’ve wanted to stay anon but you seem so cool & feel like we’d get on outside the anon messages 😁 but also no pressure as well, do what suits you best!

Thanks for the encouragement with the breaks. It’s a difficult one, I adore the fandoms I’ve written for and will write for again but there’s only so many times I can try and spin a story about the same characters. I need something new but then again, I’m so trapped in my cycle of reading it’s difficult to think of new ideas. I want to write but unsure of what! It’ll pass I’m sure ☺️

#asks*#☺️

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velarisdusk · 7 months ago

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What are you writing after BTI?

putting this list together made me realize i have a lot of azriel fic ideas lol they wont necessarily be up in this order but here's what i've got floating around my brain rn:

Velvet Whispers, Midnight Truths pt.2 thanks to these requests

untitled possessive!azriel x reader oneshot from this request

untitled azriel x reader spies oneshot

dark!feysand oneshot but this is like very very minimally worked out, all i've got for this is a flimsy premise and a title

and whatever series i end up doing lmao i've got an idea for one but it's another azriel one and i wanna write someone else (i love u az but omg)

HONESTLY starting with such a smut-centered series like bti, AND THEN jumping straight into kinktober? i am all smutted out (still havent written the last 5 days, i'm cutting it mighty close), i wanna write something with plot and depth i wanna get my brain gears turning on something else and sprinkle in sexual tension and a long, torturous slow-burn and THEN smut AFTER WE'VE ALL EARNED IT

like i said, still thinking up WHAT i'll write for another potential series, so not much on that front. YET. :)

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tadpolesonalgae · 2 years ago

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You have no idea how much I love Dark!Feysand x Closeted!reader !!!! I'm OBSESSED with them!!! I cannot get enough of them!!!!!

Oh my gosh, thank you!! You’re in luck! I’m definitely planning on adding another part to those fics so I hope you’ll like it as much as the first two!

(I promise to keep it dark—though I’ll be adding in small sprinkles of fluff)

#anons <3 #dark! feysand #dark! Feysand x closeted! reader #you’re literally so sweet I’m getting emotional

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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I LOVE your Feysand & Reader fics. Especially the housewife series. Could I please request a fic that takes place shortly after Gone Girl where they've been overprotective for a few months and it's really starting to grate on her nerves. She needs a break from them in Velaris. One of her solo shipping trips. Something where she purchases presents for both of them. Maybe she stops at a cafe for crepes and hot chocolate. And she knows that she's being tailed but takes it as the big step it is.

Over My Shoulder

Feysand x reader

a/n: I'm so sorry requests are taking so long, I think I've hit a bit of a writing slump. I love this idea so much and they would def be very overprotective of reader. Also, I've seen all your kind comments and want to say thank you❤️.

warnings: none

For the first few weeks after the incident you didn't leave the house. It was your choice at first. Feeling more comfortable under Feyre and Rhys's watchful eyes. You wouldn't even walk Nyx to school unless your mates or other members of the Inner Circle were with you.

Hell, you wouldn't even go to the farmers market. You sent Cassian and Azriel once which was a huge mistake. As you had unpacked the bags with them the warriors were so proud. That was until you had to educate them on the differnce between cabbage and lettuce.

Azriel was giving his brother a look that said I told you so. Cassian had pursed his lips dropping the cabbage on the counter. He the proceeded to hold out a yam, asking if it wasn't a special potato.

When the weather started to turn you started to go stir crazy. Just sitting in the garden and going on short walks wasn't cutting it anymore.

"I think I'm ready to go out. Like in town and stuff." You bring up that night as the three of you lay in bed. Feyre and Rhys freeze next to you. You didn't need the bond to feel the nervous energy radiating from them.

They didn't need to say they were scared of letting you out of their sight. Rhys has always been terrified to be away from you and Feyre. But after somethig like this. Your kidnapping still felt fresh to them.

Rhys pulls you tightly to his chest, rubbing your hair soothingly. You feel Feyre move, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head against your back. Before they can say anything you add, "Not alone, not for awhile. But with you guys or the family." Your mates seemed to relax at that.

"Ok," Feyre mumbled. "Why don't we go to the cafe you like after we walk Nyx to school." "I'd like that." You mumble into Rhys's chest.

It took you a few weeks to get comfortable. Then some more time to trust anyone who wasn't Feyre and Rhys. It broke Cassian's heart to see you so jumpy.

Months later you finally gained the confidence to venture out on your own. Feyre and Rhys were hesitant to let you go. You wanted your independence back, it's been driving you nuts having them breathe down your neck. It started feeling like you were a kid they were babysitting.

You wanted to get back to your routine. It is Thrusday, meaning it's family night. And what better way to get into your routine than food shopping and setting up for game night.

You decided to pull out all the stops for tonight. On your to do list is find a new board game and make a dessert you found in a new recipe book the House of Wind so kindly gifted you on your last visit.

Leaving the house you gave them each a kiss goodbye. You couldn't leave fast enough honestly. It felt like they were letting you go a little too easy. Stepping onto the porch you shrugged the feeling off, basking in the mid-morning sun before starting the walk into town.

With an iced coffee in hand you set out on your little shopping adventure. After your stop in the toy store for a new game you ran into Mor. Instead of just saying hello she continued walking with you until the farmers market.

Picking up an apple you swear you see a shadow quickly slink to the ground. Tilting your head your eyes wander across the fruit selections, watching for any other shadows. You continue with shopping for ingredients for tonight.

After the farmers market you take a detour on the way home, stopping at your favorite bookshop. It's been months since you've been here. Relying on the library at the House of Wind. As much as you love the endless selection you miss getting your own books.

Looking down at the cobblestone street you notice soemthing off about your shadow. Like something was tariling you. Stopping you quickly look around the street, paranoid that it could be something more.

Something blue catches the sun at the entrance to an alleyway to your left. It disappears into the unsual darkness for this time of day. As you keep staring the blue gem reappears, followed by three more and then a face only you would be able to see in the darkness. Azriel gives you a nod as a small, calming smile crosses your lips.

You continue walking, the bookstore only a few paces away. You couldn't believe your mates were having you followed. You thought you were at a point where you didn't need to be looked after. You let out a mental groan hoping it was loud enough for Rhys to hear.

The bell above the door to the shop rings and you shake it off. Marcy greets you cheerily, "Y/n! It's been so long, how are you." The female rushes over to you, embracing you in a warm hug. "I'm good honey, how are you?"

The two of you fall into easy conversation as she shows all the new books she got in. You periodically glance out the window to see if Azriel was still watching you. You shake your head, letting out a small chuckle. "What's up?" Marcy gives you curious look.

"Nothing," you wave her off, "just remembering something Rhys and Feyre said earlier." New customers come in Marcy leaves you to wander.

It's hard to focus on the titles in front of you with the thought of Azriel outside, waiting for you to make your next move. It's not so bad, you think. At least Azriel isn't standing right next to you. If this is what it takes for them to have peace of mind then you'll let it slide.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #rhysand x reader #acotar rhysand #rhysand fanfic #rhysand x you #feyre archeron #feyre acotar #Feyre x reader #feyre x you #poly!feysand #poly!feysand x you #poly!feysand x reader

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