#I am rhysand btw

[iambutmortal]

Buckle Up and Enjoy the Ride

Summary: Feyre hates rollercoasters. Which poses a problem when her coaster obsessed boyfriend drags her to a theme park.

Pairing: Feysand

Word Count: 2k

Written for @unofficialfeysandmonth2022 day 29 (please ignore that it’s late)

Rhys was practically bouncing out of his skin, humming along to the radio as they sped down the interstate at a dangerous speed. Feyre, in the passenger seat, was a mess.

She’d been dating her boyfriend for a little over two months, long enough to get in the car alone with him, but not long enough for him to know all her likes and dislikes. Which was a problem because they were currently careening towards a theme park, Rhysand talking about his favorite coasters, how excited he was to ride the tallest one in the country.

And Feyre hated rollercoasters.

She hadn’t known how to tell him, how to crush his obvious excitement, and now it was too late. She spotted the green highway sign that signaled her doom, their destination, Nightmare Kingdom, spelled out in large white letters along with the exit.

Rhys only seemed to grow more excited the closer they got, swerving into a parking space with the reckless abandon reserved for highschoolers driving their parents' old minivans, not men in their late twenties with an expensive sports car.

“Let’s go,” Rhys said, hopping out of the car. Feyre followed him slowly, shielding her eyes against the sun as she took in the enormity of the tracks in front of her, painted a garish red and going far too high in the sky.

She longed for a pair of sunglasses but Rhys had forbade them, claiming they would just fly off in the wind. Which would have been true, if Feyre had any plans on actually riding something.

A coaster car  rushed past, and the screams of the riders filled Feyre with nerves.

“Shit,” Rhys said, checking his watch. “They opened early.”

He bounded down the path, Feyre practically jogging to keep up. She longed to delay, to make up an excuse about needing more sunscreen, but she couldn’t think of anything. Rhys had forced her to apply before they left, the thick white cream that made her whole body feel sticky. He’d packed water, ordered her to double knot the sneakers she’d been sent back to change into, and been given a rain poncho.

It would have been annoying if he wasn’t so sincere about it, telling her about the trips he and his brothers had taken every summer, one of only a handful of good memories he had from a childhood spent at stuffy boarding schools.

Besides, Feyre mused, how often did she get to see her boyfriend in anything outside of a suit, much less in board shorts and a white t-shirt.

Rhys made a beeline for one of the rides, a huge blue track that made a series of loop de loops through the air. Even looking at it made Feyre feel nauseous.

“We start with this one,” he said, once they were in line. “It’s one of the easier ones, but not as easy as the wooden ones. Then we move to the big ones in the back, before the lines get too long, then the wooden ones for a break, then we’ll circle around and pick up the ones we missed.”

Feyre smiled faintly. She could already feel the crippling headache she was going to have before lunch from being spun and shook and rattled.

The line up to the top was too short, and before Feyre knew it, she was being directed into the corral for seats.

“The wind is going to mess up my hair,” Feyre protested.

“I promise it won’t,” Rhys said.

Feyre wracked her brain, trying to think of some other excuse, but the metal gates opened and Rhys rushed her into the seat. She swallowed as she tugged down the shoulder restraints, felt them lock with a click, trapping her.

Too late now.

“Hands up everybody,” shouted the ride operator. “You’re going in 3, 2…” The coaster shot out of the lift, and Feyre felt her stomach drop into a pit as they started up their assent. The track was clicking, everything was too loud.

“Put your arms up,” Rhys shouted. His grin seemed close to splitting his face in two.

Feyre nodded, slowly lifting them into the air.

The first car crested over the hill, starting their descent and Feyre immediately clung back onto the restraints.  She screamed, her terror masked by the delight of everyone around her.

You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re fine she chanted in her head as she spun upside down.

And then it was over, the car spilling to a halt.

“Should we do it again?” Rhys asked, as if his life hadn’t just flashed in front of his eyes.

“Maybe we should do a different ride first,” Feyre suggested weakly. “See the whole park.” Rhys nodded. “Sure, whatever you want.” -

Two hours in and Feyre was done. She could feel her makeup sliding off her face, had made several excuses to double check her mascara wasn’t running in the bathroom. And her hair very much was a mess, the careful waves she’d done a series of tangled knots.

She sighed, scraping it up into a ponytail before stepping back out to where Rhys was waiting.

“You doing alright?” he asked.

“Perfect,” Feyre lied.

Rhys pointed at a red coaster, the tallest one in the park. The one Rhys had spent the ride over telling her had the tendency to make people black out for a few seconds. “On to the next one?”

Feyre wanted to cry, but she forced a smile onto her face. “Whatever you want.” And they were back in line, Rhys wrapping a sweaty arm around her shoulders. Feyre closed her eyes, leaning into his embrace and pretending they were anywhere else. Her bed maybe, or the movies, or an art gallery. Anywhere but waiting for the coaster.

“You’re going to love this,” Rhys promised as he led them to the seats. He’d put them in the first row. The attendant came by to check their restraints, tugging gently on the lab bar. Feyre watched as he held a thumbs up and then the floor fell away from them.

Feyre stifled her scream as they rolled forward, starting the ascent to the top of the first hill. It seemed to take forever, a slow incline as the ground below them got further and further away.

They crested the hill, dangling over a dangerous precipice. Feyre’s body filled with anticipation, that horrible, sinking feeling that something was going to go wrong.

“Fuck,” she screamed as they dropped. She felt her body rise up from the seat as they entered freefall, before being whipped to the side as they entered a turn. Black spots danced in her vision, the forces too much for her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Feyre sobbed as her body jerked to the side before once again becoming weightless. They slid over one final hill before slamming to a halt, Feyre’s body hitting the restraints.

Feyre stewed in silence as they slid back onto the platform.

“Fun, right?” Rhys asked as soon as they were out of the car.

“I hate this,” Feyre snapped, storming down the ramp that led to the gift shop. Despite herself she scanned the wall of photos. She looked miserable, even more so when put next to Rhys’ massive fucking grin.

Rhys came up behind her, rubbing a hand sympathetically along her shoulders. He found what she was looking at and Feyre felt his hands freeze.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” he asked.

“You seemed so excited and I couldn’t tell you and then it was too late…”

Rhys sighed. “I’m sorry, I should have noticed sooner.” Feyre smiled faintly. “And I probably should have told you.”

Her boyfriend leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Can I do anything to make it better?”

“My head hurts a bit,” Feyre said softly. Understatement of the century, it was pounding in her skull.

Could G forces cause brain swelling?

Rhys winced. “Let me buy you a coke then, it’ll help.”

“Oh, you don’t have to–” but her boyfriend had already dashed off to the nearest stall to buy an overpriced soda. Feyre plopped down on a nearby bench, grateful for the shade.

“So what’s your favorite ride?” Rhys asked once he’d returned. He was right, of course, the coke did help her head.

“I like the carousel,” Feyre admitted. sheepishly. Her last boyfriend, Tamlin, had always made fun of her for it, claiming it was a baby ride and she, as a fully grown woman, should be too old for it.

Rhys just brightened. “They have one, right in the middle of the park.” 

He offered her a hand and Feyre let him drag her to her feet. Rhys sped down the path, passing several coasters until they were in line.

Feyre could feel the eyes  of the teenage assistant as they passed him, climbing up onto two white pegasi, side by side.

“We’re definitely being judged right now,” Feyre hissed.

Rhys shrugged. “Who cares. You like this ride, so we ride it.”

Feyre couldn’t contain her smile as the familiar music started up, the ride whirling to life, spinning them around the park.

“I’m ahead of you,” Rhys teased as his horse rocked forward, just inches ahead.

Feyre’s own horse spurred to life, rolling forward while Rhys’ slid back.

“No, dasher, you can’t let her get ahead,” Rhys shouted, flicking imaginary reigns.

Feyre cackled, shouting at her own horse.

They spun round and round, past the line of children waiting, and Feyre didn’t care if their parents glared. She was having too much fun.

The ride slowly rolled to a stop, and Feyre cheered when her horse managed to just beat out Rhys. “I win, I win, I win,” she chanted, as they hopped off. Rhys shook his head good naturedly, holding the gate open for her.

“Okay, now it’s my turn,” he purred. “One last rollercoaster.” “Rhys,” Feyre protested.

“I promise you’ll like this one for real this time.” Feyre glowered but followed him back the way they’d come. He rode the carousel for you, she reasoned.

She was more than a little confused when he led her to the kiddie section. Great Pumpkin Coaster the sign read, surrounded by doodles of peanuts characters.

“This was my favorite when I was younger,” Rhys explained as they walked up. “I would make Cass and Az ride it with me over and over, until our mother made us do something else.”

Feyre smiled at the memory, so enchanted she almost didn’t realize that Rhys was leading her into the seat. It was small, built for a child and their parent, and the two of them were pressed uncomfortably tight together. The lap bar slammed hard on Rhys’ knees but he just smiled.

“Ready, darling,” he asked, reaching out to hold her hand.

Feyre just squeezed his fingers tightly as they started rattling up the wooden tracks.

“Hands up,” Rhys told her, gently pulling them up, even while he kept their fingers laced together.

“I can’t—” Feyre shouted as they started down the first hill. Her stomach dropped, the wind ripping through her hair. It was a short one, and then they were going around a wide turn and back down another hill.

In spite of herself, Feyre smiled. It felt like riding in the car with all the windows down, her body remaining firmly in the seat.

“Better,” Rhys asked, halfway through the second small drop.

“Yeah,” Feyre admitted, letting out a small shriek of delight as they dropped for a third time. Rhys watched her, checking to make sure she was still having a good time.

When they ground to a stop, he bent down to brush a quick peck against her lips.

“Was this one okay?”

Feyre beamed up at him. “I think I might not hate coasters as much as I thought.”

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“Do you love him?” The question would play in her mind while holding her husband’s hand.

“Do you love him?” It would plague her thoughts while weakly smiling at him when he “gifted” her yet another piece of land she had no use for.

“Do you love him?” She would ask herself while making love to him, mumbling his name in the throes of passion.

“Do you love him?” When she would catch him picking up their baby, smiling down at him.

“Do you love him?” When crimes against females in the Hewn City escalated to inconceivable heights, and she begged him to let her try to help until he finally gave in.

“Do you love him?” When he yet again disrespected her sisters, and she had to try to talk some sense into him.

“Do you love him?” When she caught herself getting swayed by his words again.

Do you love him?

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“I went to Spring” She blurted out in the middle of their quiet dinner.

Rhys’ temper was usually controlled and calculated. Usually.

He dropped the silver fork onto the plate and the sound echoed through the empty halls of their home, violently breaking the sepulchral silence of their too big of a mansion. Even bigger and lonelier now that Elain had left.

His violet eyes studied her, other than the small tick on his perfect eyebrows, his face gave nothing away.

He picked up his glass of wine and looked at it before taking a sip. Feyre had decided to tell him, not because she felt guilty, even though she did, but because she wanted things to be better. She was tired of living a half life, she was tired of hearing the same old thing.

“All I do is for you and our son”

“I already told you why I made the decisions I made, do you think I’m a monster? Is that it?”

“What else do I have to give so that you finally see all I do is because I love you?”

She realized with no little amount of dread, that if she wanted him to finally speak frankly to her, then she would also have to do that. She would tell him, show him through her mind if she had to, but for the love of all that was right, she needed him to talk to her like she was a person, like he actually respected her.

She placed her fork and knife on the table, raised her napkin to her mouth, then took her glass of wine, one of the best wines in the Night Court, and drank. All the while Rhys’ eyes were fixed on her, no words coming from him still.

“Well?” He finally asked. “What could you possibly have to do in the Spring Court, may I ask?”

“I went to see Tamlin” She said as a matter of fact.

Rhys gave a short laugh, his eyes roving her face like a cat fixed on its prey. “Is this a pattern for you, Feyre darling? Did my time with you run out so you need to go back to the spare? Send me a raven when his time is up again so I can pick you up” He threw the napkin he had on his lap and stood up from the table, death and shadows emanating from him, engulfing him as he began to leave.

“I did not go there for that” She stood as well. He swirled and began striding towards her.

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I went there because I needed answers. Answers you were not giving me” She stood tall as he reached her, cold darkness engulfing her, daring her to succumb to him. She refused.

“How cute. Did you get your blessed answers from the Spring imbecile? Did he satisfy you, my love?” His eyes were vicious, almost feral. She had seen Rhys mad before, but never like this.

“He was honest with me” She said, not flinching at his dark energy.

“Oh?” He cocked his head, eyes digging into hers. “Is that a way of suggesting I haven’t been?” Already she felt the strain of trying to read him, the mental labour of having to analyze everything he said, to be on the lookout for hidden ways he could be trying to sway her.

“You know you haven’t Rhys” She fisted her hands, nails digging into the pads of her palm painfully. “Stop treating me like I’m stupid” She felt her jaw tremble slightly.

“When have I treated you like that, Feyre?” He snapped. “When I made you High Lady?” A sneer appeared on his face. “When I trusted you with the wellbeing of my court?”

“You’re doing it again!” She raged. “Stop shoving that on my face. I did not ask to be High Lady! I did not ask for any of this!”

“Oh but you did. You begged me to save you, you were so grateful when I did, you thrived in your power. Now you resent me for giving you what you asked for?”

“You- you made me want these things” She said more weakly. She had thought about this, why did it sound stupid coming out of her mouth now?

“I did no such thing” He lowered his voice. “You’re not stupid, Feyre. You know I did no such thing” He ran his hands through his short hair.

“Why did you go to him?” He looked at her now, devastation in his eyes. She felt the unstoppable urge to reassure him, to promise him it wasn’t what he thought it was. Something in her gut stopped her.

“I just needed to hear him out” She conceded.

“Why?” He asked again. “Is this life not enough for you?” He craddled her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. She saw her mate, the sadness and despair in his eyes, but somehow something was missing. “Am I not enough? Are we not enough?” He looked up for a second, towards the baby sleeping in his room.

“Why didn’t you give me the choice, Rhys?” She felt the tears forming around her eyes.

“I always gave you-“

“You didn’t tell me I would die” She choked.

He let go of her and turned to pinch the bridge of his nose. “This again, Feyre. We already discussed this to exhaustion”

“You never told me the truth” She was full on crying, arms around herself, shaking.

“What truth? What truth do you want? Huh?” He turned to her again. “Do you think I wanted you dead?”

“You wanted the child more than anything” She said. “I could have shifted but you didn’t give me the choice!”

“If you are not remembering correctly, I would have died with you! How would I want that?”

“It isn’t beyond you to put yourself at risk over your own objectives” She snapped. Something in his eyes shifted.

“Is that what you think of me?” He frowned, looking at her like she was a monster he had never noticed before. “Is that why you ran away to Spring in the middle of the night the first chance you had?”

His eyes were set on her, knowing.

That was it, in his eyes she had seen his sadness, his anger, his despair. Only one thing had been missing—surprise, shock. Looking at him then, the realization hit her like a slap in the face.

“You knew” She said softly, almost to herself. There was a flicker in his star flecked eyes. “You knew” she repeated, more strongly.

And just like that, Rhys’ whole expression changed in a second, a cold gaze falling on its place, one she had only seen directed at members of the Court of Nightmares, the one he had called his mask. She felt a chill run up her spine.

“I did” He admitted.

“H-how?” She stuttered.

“Azriel followed you that night, to his cottage” He glanced at his arm, picking at a speck of dust on his otherwise impeccable suit. “I had him watch you, since you weren’t trusting me inside your mind anymore”

She was so shocked she couldn’t even cry anymore. She only stared at him, agape.

He sighed. “You wanted me to speak frankly, didn’t you?”

“Why didn’t you do anything?” She found herself asking.

“There was nothing to be done, my darling” He frowned his brows slightly. “All you needed was a bit more work to distract you from your escapades, since our own child wouldn’t do it”

Another blow to her world. “The Hewn City crimes” She snapped her eyes back towards him in disgust.

“Now before you jump to conclusions, no, I didn’t somehow orchestrate the crimes just for my lovely wife to have something to fixate on instead of galavanting in an enemy court with her ex” He looked down his nose at her. He smiled at her, a demonic smile. “The crimes are a natural occurrence I just made you aware of them”

She searched his face, but could not find the male she thought she loved anywhere.

“Who are you?” She croaked.

“I’m your mate, I’m your equal”

“We are nothing alike” Her fists trembled.

“Oh, but we are, Feyre darling” He placed his finger on her chin and lifted her face. “Go, run to your ruined golden prince, tell him all the oh-so-awful things your evil mate has ever done to you, then come back to me and keep on enjoying the grand life I gave you”

“I will leave you” Her voice cracked.

“Be my guest” He said, a cold energy emanated from him, blasting the door of the mansion open. Her breath trembled.

He stared at her, waiting. Waiting for something they both knew would not come.

“You won’t” He said so softly, so confidently. “Stop deluding yourself thinking you had no part in the consequences of your life. You chose me” He said sharply, his cold breath hitting her face harshly. “You knew who I was, you always knew. You love me. I gave you everything” His fingers dug onto her chin, violet eyes still pinned on hers, as if trying to get inside her mind and control her thoughts. She wondered now if he had ever dared to do that.

With a sickening, oily feeling, she realized he was right. He had given her everything, while destroying everything she had been, reducing her to this adherence to his life, his world.

“Do you love me?” She asked him at last, silent tears streaming down her face.

His face was impassive for a moment, staring at her. He breathed a soft laugh through his nose.

“Did you ask him the same question?” He let go of her face.

“Answer me”

“He probably said he does, didn’t he?” He laughed humorlessly. “Of course that pathetic fuck would still be crawling for you, even after you dragged him through the mud”

“Answer the fucking question Rhys!” She felt the fire inside of her roar, the flames on the candles and chimneys lifting as she shouted at him.

“Of course I love you, is it not fucking obvious, Feyre?” He roared back. “You wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t!”

The room was quiet except for their raging breaths. Rhysand had finally showed her what he truly was, she had wanted him to, so why did she feel even more trapped and lonely than before?

“You’re right I won’t leave you” She swiped her wet cheeks, in an attempt to regain the last scraps of dignity she had left. “I won’t ever leave you” She slumped her shoulders.

“No, you won’t” He said, sounding defeated as well.

She left him standing there that night, feeling how her whole world crumbled beneath her feet. She spent the next weeks crying herself to sleep, until she didn’t have any more crying inside of her. She let him hold her still, even if part of her could not stand it, she needed the comfort.

So she stayed, and she faced her reality, and she accepted it. Accepted him and his cruel love. He was right, they were mates, they were equal, even if she didn’t feel it most of the time. It was all she had left, even if a small part of her still wanted her to fight, to riot. She focused on the good.

On the feel of his hand when she held it.

On the heat of his touch when he pleasured her.

On the work that he had allowed her to lose herself in.

On the sound of her baby’s laugh when he held him.

On the warmth of the family she had chosen.

She told herself it was enough until it was.

She did not go to Spring again.

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A Court of Mist and Fury pt. 4

Or Somehow its not getting better

hi & hello fellow book-lovers and/or fans of the ACOTAR/ACOMAF-series. I have another part for you about A Court of Mist and Fury. Maybe by now you can tell how many thoughts I had about this book lmao. Anyways this is just my opinion on the matter and should not be taken as the only truth. If you want to you can leave your opinion in the comments or send me a message and we can talk more about it :) But for now let's get back into it.

We have some more Characters to discuss: Nesta, Elain and Lucien. And while we are at it I will also leave you a rant about ships

First things first (and don't get angry with me now): Nesta and Elain are pretty boring up until now. While I have to say that their involvement in the story in ACOMAF is more solid I am still a bit iffy because of ACOTAR. They were introduced to the reader as pretty much useless, rather unlikeable women (hence why I was so happy when Mor and Amren were introduced because finally women who were cool <333) and only got a bit of redeeming when Feyre returned for a short time. But in her absence they got rich. hm. I don't know, something just feels off. Why were we presented with a Cinderella-Type-Story just for both sisters to play an (apparently) much bigger role in this and coming books? Am I really supposed to like them now? And damn how convenient it is that their father is never home lmao. Other than that I don't really have that many thoughts about them as individual characters because well they are kinda bland :/ But I will give Sarah J. Maas the benefit of the doubt for now, maybe both Nesta and Elain will be given more character, motivation and overall substance in the next part of the series.

Lucien on the other hand was amazing in the first book. Personally he is my second favorite after Rhys as of now. We only got to see bits and pieces of him, his backstory and his powers during the first book and even less of that now in ACOMAF, which I found pretty sad. And when he gets to have some "screentime" he gets guilt-tripped by Feyre (as if Tamlin is not his superior and closest friend, of course he would be loyal aaarrggghhhh). However as much as I would like him to have a bit more of a backbone, I can understand why he is staying so loyal to Tamlin, at least based on what we as readers know of him up until now. And yet I can't help to wish for a bit more to his character, more of what he was in the first book: fiery, cunning, cheeky; a fox. Not just Tamlin's pet, only wincing not opening his mouth, except when it comes to Elain.

Which leads me to the trope I hate most in books: the author feeling the need to couple up all of the main characters/all characters in the mc's close circle. And we're circling back to Nesta's and Elain's involvement in the story. Were they brought back from their rather plain existence in the human world and turned to Fae because they need to function as love interests for Cassian and Lucien? Why is Cassian so easily smitten by Nesta anyways? Because she is a cHaLlEnGe to him? Or did he also already have his mate-instincts activated without us knowing? Is the concept of a mate even really of romantic significance, when Lucien had a love interest before in the Autumn Court? Why would Fae even bother to date other people when they can't feel that they are their mates? Because as I understood it the Fae are immediately able to feel if someone is their mate, like Rhys did for Feyre and Lucien for Elain. Or is it just the man feeling this first? The concept of finding your mate is actually something I really like, destined lovers is so cute and asdfghjkl BUT in this universe the extent of this concept is still very much unclear to me as you may have noticed.

Guys, idk about you but I personally do not like it, when every Character needs to end up in a romantic relationship. Is that really the end-goal? If something is turning me off of the next books it's this trope of romance-everywhere, especially when it's this destined lovers one. Because in and of itself that trope is amazing, but when the romantic partner becomes a characters only driving force in their life from this point on it gets old very quickly and most importantly undermines other characters traits a person very much should have. I don't know how SJM will handle this in the upcoming parts of the series. Because looking back at Feyre and Ryhsand I already feel as if their romance is now the focus, the driving force, especially for Feyre. Her thoughts seem to circle back to Rhys constantly as if her returning to the Spring Court would not have any other downsides than not being at Rhys' side. Shouldn't the trauma and fear she had experienced there be a bigger concern? At least at the beginning? Has Tamlin not realized that Feyre is not his mate? Doesn't that mean that there is a person out there that would be the perfect fit for him? Isn't that important enough for him to maybe rethink his actions? And why do I have the feeling that the only reason Lucien will show some backbone is because he has that weird, borderline creepy possessiveness towards Elain? Because let's be real being that possessive is not attractive even when Rhys does it.

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Can we please please please get a part 3 for stay with me where they actually fuck? Love your stuff btw absolutely amazing ❤️

Stay With Me | Rhysand (III)

Rhysand x Plus size reader

It's been a week. Rhysand's patience has worn thin. So has Y/N's.

Warnings: Mature themes (18+), swearing, and smut.

MASTERLIST - 1 and 2

PART ONE PART TWO

Are you awake, darling?

I stared at the note that appeared on my nightstand fifteen seconds ago, the luxurious, broad sprawl telling of who had sent it. The word darling made my stomach coil – like I could hear Rhys purring it in my ear.

I fought my smile as I turned, dropping my bare legs off the side of the bed, and grabbing the quill that had appeared with the note. It was slightly warm, and I envisioned Rhys holding it, smirking like the fiend he was.

I am awake.

Missing me already?

I could feel my anticipation thrumming in me as I sprawled the words before neatly dropping the pen beside it. It vanished the moment I released it, wisped away to wherever Rhys lounged and for some reason, I could practically hear the rumbling laugh that would escape him the moment he read my teasing response.

My smile grew when the note reappeared not even thirty seconds later. I grabbed it with shaking hands, and I could feel the heat blazing through my blood and bones and veins at his words.

I always miss you; you know that.

And while I usually am the most patient male, that patience is starting to wear very thin.

I want you, darling.

He had been patient. So had I. One week since the Hybern attack, one week since I had sustained that injury and Rhysand had taken care of me – in more ways than just my leg. One week of stolen touches and yearning glances and pleasuring myself to quell the urge to seek him out.

I didn't want to be patient anymore. The ache between my legs wouldn't let me be.

Then why aren't you here?

I'm waiting, High Lord.

The note vanished and not even a second later, I heard the distant sound of wings thundering. I felt Rhysand's dark, obsidian power misting over Velaris stretching from the Town house to the House of Wind.

Call it impatience, call it confidence, call it whatever you want but my body was alight at the power of him, the need of him. And as Rhys thundered closer and closer, I took off piece after piece of clothing. My socks, my nightshirt, my underwear, my bra, everything, until I was bare sat upon my bed desperately needing to be touched.

My thighs clenched when Rhys landed on my balcony, the ground and walls shaking with the impact of his arrival. I could see his silhouette outlined by the moonlight and sheet of stars above as he stalked on silent feet toward my door, looking like a God that shouldn't exist.

The curtain parted with a phantom wind, and I felt my nipples pebble and my core soak as it danced into my room, brushing my skin like a lover's touch. Rhys ducked under my door, powerful wings tucked close to his back and violet eyes gleaming like midnight constellations.

"You beautiful, wicked thing," Rhys groaned as he slid into my room, eyes latching onto my naked figure sitting patiently atop my sheets. I felt his magic thrum at the sight of me, eyes razing across my bare flesh. "You couldn't wait two minutes?"

"I waited one week, Rhys," I lifted my chin defiantly, feigning arrogance. Even as every long step he took toward me made me tremble. "I'm a patient female but not that patient."

"Tsk tsk tsk," He clucked his tongue tauntingly at me, his thick brow raised in a challenge. I traced his long, lean angles, the broad muscles of his shoulders, and that infuriating smirk as he came to a stop before me. "As much as I love your eagerness, darling, I didn't say you could undress."

I moaned when his ringed hand came forward, cupping my aching breasts and squeezing it in his palm. His chest rumbled appreciatively as it spilt from his hand, another moan slipping from me when his thumb brushed over my taut, sensitive nipple.

"Perhaps I should punish you?" Rhys mused softly, eyes transfixed on my breasts, his forefinger and thumb clamped around my bud, abusing it, and watching me gasp. I craned my neck up to meet his towering form, cruel amusement in his eyes. "Unlace my breeches."

A firm, powerful command – his High Lord's voice. Gods, it made me wet. Rhys smirked at the spike in my pulse, the pleasure that coiled through me at his authority.

I was more than eager to follow his command, my hands moving to his slacks, tugging furiously at the laces. I could feel his hard length under my fingers, twitching and straining against the material, begging to be let free.

Rhysand released my breast, and I would have whined in protest had he not begun tugging the ties at the back of his shirt, striping the material from his wings and chest, revealing acres and acres of beautiful tan, tattooed skin as he discarded it.

I whimpered as I tugged the last lace, my pussy clenching around nothing as Rhys's thick, hard length slipped free from his pants, slapping back against his stomach, nearly hitting my face in the process. My mouth watered, actually watered at the sight of him.

"This is meant to be a punishment, darling," Rhys chuckled darkly, fingers gently folding into my hair and tilting my head to meet his eyes. He grinned at the heady intent on my face. "You shouldn't look so happy about it."

"You’re about to let me suck your cock, Rhys," I breathed, my voice rasping and hoarse. His hand tightened in my hair, fisting the root as I purred the word cock. I eyed his length, the red angry tip, the small pearly beads of pre-cum, the strong veins that danced on the sides. "How is that a punishment?"

"You're not sucking my cock, my love," Rhys smiled – it was not a comforting sight. No, it was dark and terrifying. I gasped when the tip of his cock traced my lip, his eyes glinting as he pushed it slowly into my warm mouth. "I'm going to fuck your throat."

He slammed the rest of his length into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, and I was gagging and moaning and choking for air.

"Good girl," Rhys moaned, his cock stretching my mouth until my jaw ached and he seated so far down my throat I could feel every twitch. He pulled out after several seconds, beads of spit and cum lacing my lips and down my chest as I gasped for air. "Such a good girl."

I hummed at the praise, even as I felt my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. But Rhys tasted so good, and he was moaning so loud as I slipped him back into my mouth, my throat going lax as he shoved his length in until he maxed out.

I gagged, desperately breathing through my nose as his hips rolled, every stroke dragging his pulsing cock in and out, hitting the back of my throat again and again. Rhys growled, a pure sound of pleasure, one of no control as he truly fucked my mouth raw.

Tears streaked down my face, drool dripped down my chin and onto my breasts and Rhys's hand fisted my hair brutally, keeping me in place while he drove his hips into my mouth. I moaned at the feel of him, every ragged breath he took making me that much more eager.

"That feels incredible, darling," Rhys hissed, his voice shaking as his climax neared. His cock twitched in my mouth, and I let my tongue graze along his shaft in a way that had him cursing. "This mouth is better than I had imagined."

I could feel my arousal leaking down my thighs at his words, and my eyes rolled when Rhys bucked his hips forward, burying himself so far, that my nose brushed the trail of hair at his navel. I could smell his sweet scent, addictive enough that it distracted me from the burning in my lungs, the full feeling of him shoved down my throat.

"Fuck," Rhys swore, and I whined as he tore my head back, his wet, angry cock slipping out. Air rushed into my lungs, spit dribbled down my chin and then Rhys was upon me, his head ducking down and crashing his lips to mine.

I could taste the wine in his mouth, could taste the possession on his tongue as he shoved it past my swollen lips and into me, battling and furious and needy. My fingers clawed and scratched along his marble skin, tracing the hard muscles and rippling abs, memorising the perfect feel of him.

"Rhys," I whined against his lips, breathless as his large, ringed hands kneaded along my body, grumbling in approval as he palmed the flesh at my hips and back and thighs, his eyes stark with lust as he pushed me to lie on my back.

"I know, I know," He crooned, a tint of arrogance and appreciation in his voice as he settled onto the bed, his arms bracing his towering figure over me, his hands guiding my thighs around his lean hips. "I'm impatient too, darling. I know you need it; I've got you."

My back arched as he grazed his nose along the side of my neck, his magnificent wings erecting high behind him as he inhaled the sweet, sweaty scent of me. I was breathless as he touched my skin, touched my flesh like I was a dream come to fruition.

"Cauldron, I wish I had time to get my head between these soft thighs," His teeth scraped my nipple, his hands parting my thighs as he rubbed his tip through my soaking wet folds. "I'd have my tongue fucking your sweet hole until you came all over my face. Until you were begging me to stop."

For a second, I nearly begged him to do exactly that, nearly begged for the feel of his tongue and teeth, for the burn of his skilled fingers slipping inside me. But then he rubbed his hard length against me again, smearing my wetness and I couldn't wait another moment.

"Stop talking Rhys,” I snarled, my fingers curling around his short raven hair, dragging his face up to mine. He chuckled at the ire and frustration behind my words, behind my touch as I pressed desperate kisses to his lips, "I want you to fuck me. Now." 

“Such dirty words for such a pretty mouth,” Rhysand laughed against my lips, a hint of violence tinging his tone, his touch, as he toyed his tip against my swollen clit. “I’ll have to think of a better punishment to remedy that. But right now – “

I screamed as he drove his hips forward, shoving his hard, pulsing length into me in one forceful thrust.

“Rhys!”

An explosion of pain and pleasure, like stars erupting through my core as Rhysand forced his way into me, stretching my sore walls, languishing in the wetness of my arousal until he maxed out. Pain and pleasure –  it was all I knew.

“Cauldron, you’re fucking incredible,” Rhys growled into my ear, his hands bruising against my waist as he forced my flailing body against the bed. He pulled out to the tip, the sound filthy as he pushed back in, moaning as he did so. “So fucking incredible.”

“Rhys, oh Gods –“

I was crying out for him as his pace picked up, my walls moulding around him perfectly as he fucked me, that pain fading into pure, unfiltered pleasure. He grunted with every roll of his hips, his lips suckling my pulse point and reverberating his noises against me, through me.

Rhys scraped his canines against the junction of my throat possessively, marking me as he fucked his hips against me again and again, tits and body jolting with every stroke. I keened when he threw my leg over his shoulder, kissing my knee before he sunk so deep, I thought he’d tear me in two.

“Right there,” He panted,  sweat coating his forehead as he grinned down at me. I gasped, breathless as he pressed a hand down on the stomach – pressed down on the imprint of his cock shaped there. “You feel how deep I am, darling? Feel how far my cock is inside you?”

“S-so deep,” I blubbered, my words half caught between a sob and a moan as my walls fisted tighter and tighter, that familiar pool filling within me, filling more and more as Rhys whispered those dirty words and fucked me raw. “It’s so deep, Rhys.”

‘Look at you’ Rhys’s rumbling, arrogant voice filled my mind, mixed in with his stark arousal and overwhelming praise, ‘Crying for me, all fucked out and ready to come around my cock.’

His lips slammed against mine, all biting teeth and furious, exploring tongue and I could feel my orgasm ripping down my spine, feel it building at the apex of my thighs as he hit a spot within me, again and again and again. Something that felt so fucking good.

‘Come for me, darling,’ Rhys commanded through my mind, a bolt of obsidian power sparking along my nerves and through my whole body. I yelped, crying out at that feeling.

He sent another bolt, in tandem with the sweet, brutal roll of his hips and suddenly I was coming.

“Rhys, Rhys –“

White hot power splitting my core in two, strong enough that all I could do was arch my back and curl my toes, letting my body turn stiff and hard as Rhysand rocked into me, longing out the pleasure for what felt like hours.

I was coming and coming and coming. I couldn’t fucking breathe as Rhys ruined me.

“That’s my girl,” He gritted out, kissing my cheek, my jaw, my neck, teeth and spit and tongue as he fucked erratically into me. His climax was close, I was fluttering around him so furiously, that I knew he was close.

“Fill me up, Rhys,” I begged him, my orgasm dwindling and all my nerves endings on fire as he stroked and stroked and stroked. Rhys whimpered – actually whimpered, as I dragged my hand through the inner part of his wing, trembling behind him from the contact. “Want you to fill me up so bad.”

I touched his wing with a whisper of a caress again and again, until Rhys was cursing, until his beautiful body was trembling against me, and he was making noises I would kill, actually kill, to hear again.

“You beautiful – “ Thrust. “Cruel – “ Thrust. “Wicked –“ Thrust. “Thing –“ Thrust.

His hand brushed my clit as he rocked his twitching cock into me, harder and faster now. I felt the dwindling tendrils of my first orgasm before they began erupting like flames as a second barrelled into me.

“Rhys – “ I sobbed his name, scratching my nails along the talon atop his right wing. And as my core exploded with another all-consuming climax, Rhys reached his peak too.

He reached that peak roaring.

“Fuck –“ He curses as his climax hit him, obsidian mist erupting from him and blanketing the room as he halted inside me. I moaned, my walls clenching and unclenching as I felt him spill endlessly inside me, his wings and body tensed and shaking under my hands.

Our moans and releases were furious and strong enough that I felt the posters of my bed shaking, Rhysand’s face buried in the crook of my neck, moaning, and panting for breath as his hips came to a total stop. My walls pulsed, and his cock twitched in response as if our orgasms had become one.

Rhys laughs roughly against my throat, his canines grazing my sensitive skin as he collapses against me, both our chests rising and falling in shattered waves. It reminded me of that first day in the cabin, how he had been so euphoric as I ground against him until he came.

“That was a good day for me,” Rhys sighed, head lifting so his violet eyes met mine. So bright, so happy. “Almost as good as last week when you came all over my hand.”

I blushed, his grin broadening at the sheepish smile I gave him. He dipped his head, kissing my lips sweetly, a satisfied groan rumbling through him as his tongue gently explored mine.

“I hope you’re aware that this means you’re stuck with me, darling,” Rhys smirked, forehead resting against mine. He was still inside me, and it felt more than right. His eyes glinted, daring me to challenge him. “No male will ever touch you again.”

“Is that a decree, High Lord?” I gnawed on my lip, giggling at the way his eyes narrowed. My giggle erupted into a laugh as Rhys began peppering kisses against my cheek and jaw.

“Yes,” He growled, nipping my skin with his teeth, “That’s an order. With the penalty of death for any male who does otherwise.”

“Good,” I grinned, my heart skipping at his dark, tempting words. I cupped his jaw, bringing his eyes back to mine. “Because if another female so much as looks at you, Rhys – I will pluck her eyes out.”

“Fuck, I love it when you get violent,” He groaned, fingers digging into my waist possessively. “It makes me want to do very filthy things to you.”

“I’m all yours, Rhys,” I smiled, a hint of sincerity mixed with lewd intent in my eyes. “Do with me what you will. Unless you plan to be somewhere else tonight?”

His eyes flashed, stars exploding, shadows coiling, and I felt him harden in me again, my walls stretching inch by inch until I was soaked around him.

“I’ll be here, with you,” He whispered, his nose brushing mine and I whimpered when he rolled his hips, stroking his cock inside me slowly. “I’ll always stay with you.”

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[thatacotargirl]

Hiii, I saw your posts about taking requests! (loving Shadows and Surprises btw 👏)

How about a nice fluffy one-shot (take your pick of the bat-boys 😊) where reader wakes up on her cycle with bloody sheets and bad cramps, and she starts apologising about the sheets but she's in a lot of pain, but he immediately takes care of her and pampers her (changes sheets, runs her a bath, gives tea and chocolate, lots of cuddles and kisses, etc)

Ahhh I love this, it's so cute! Thank you so much for the request - I hope enjoy!

Inbox is open for requests so please do send any through!

Warnings: blood, vomit, general pain (?)

To the Ends of the Earth

A Cassian x Reader Imagine

It had been a few months since Rhysand had introduced you to his Inner Circle. What started off as a small part-time job working on his accounts and book-keeping turned into a full-time lifestyle. After the first 2 weeks of proving yourself invaluable to him and his Court, Rhys invited you to move into the House of Wind and work alongside him full-time. Your tiny studio apartment with mould, rats, and goodness knows what else inside the walls was not the most luxurious of lifestyles, and you had already grown so attached to the rest of the Inner Circle that you jumped at the opportunity. It also helped that you had developed a teeny tiny crush on the delicious male that was Cassian, so living in the same home as him made life just that little bit sweeter.

Life had, truthfully, never been better.

Yet today, you felt sluggish. Tired. Frustrated. And what made it worse was that you had no reason to feel that way. You had slept well, eaten well, trained that morning - you should be at the peak of your health. But today was finding every possible way to challenge you. After confusing an 8 for a 3 for the third time that afternoon, you threw your pen across the study in complete exasperation. What was going on!

At that moment, the study door cracked on a touch, and the familiar scent of Cassian wafted in.

"Are you ok in here y/n? I heard a bang?". A bang was an understatement considering you had chucked a gigantic book on the floor in your frustration that near shook the House.

"Yes I am fine" you replied through gritted teeth, refusing to turn and look at him. You had tears in your eyes for reasons you could not explain, and you didn't want him to see you like that. Why on earth were you now crying over a 3?!

Cassian walked over to you and gently held your chin, pulling your face to look at him. You breathed in his scent, feeling an instant calm, and took a deep breath. When your eyes met his, Cassian looked at you with concern.

"You look exhausted, y/n, have you been sleeping?" he asked.

"Yes, Cassian, I have been sleeping - I think I'm just having a bad day that's all" you replied, a little too harshly, pulling your eyes away from his so he couldn't see the tears re-forming in response to his gentle worrying. You response made Cassian's concern grow, so he bent down, scooped you off the chair, and carried you out of the study.

"CASSIAN PUT ME DOWN" you shouted, smacking at his shoulders, mindful to avoid his wings.

"Not a chance. You look like you need to sleep, and considering you nearly bit my head off when I asked, I am insisting that you at least humour me with a one hour nap" he retorted, carrying you up the stairs to the second floor. You noticed that you passed your own bedroom door, and had been walked straight into Cassian's. He put you down on his bed and walked over to draw his curtains. You started to protest, but you couldn't deny that his bed was particularly comfy, and his scent had such a calming effect on you that your lids were already getting heavy.

"Sleep", Cassian said, pulling the duvet up to your chin. "I will wake you in an hour".

You wanted to argue back, but you hadn't truly realised how tired you were, and with the warmth, the scent, the darkness, the quiet, you found yourself quickly drifting off for your Cassian-prescribed nap.

-

The door creaked open exactly one hour late, and Cassian froze. He couldn't sense a threat, couldn't see anyone in his room besides you still curled up asleep in his bed, but he could scent blood. He padded over to you, concern lacing his voice as he gentle called your name and shook your shoulder to wake you.

"y/n? It's been an hour, are you ready to get up?" he asked, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. You stirred and slowly leant up on your elbows, peering at him with half-asleep eyes. You opened your mouth to respond, but suddenly felt yourself hit with an intense stomach cramp and your mouth watered with nausea. You flew from the bed, pushing Cassian to the side as you headed straight for his bathroom. A few moments later and Cassian was beside you, holding your hair and rubbing your back.

When you had finished, he carefully leaned you back against the edge of the bathtub.

"Are you ok?" he asked, his face etched with worry.

"Better now I think", you replied, "I'm so sorry Cassian I don't know what came over me, maybe I ate something funny, I was feeling a bit off all day before you found me".

"So when I asked if you were ok earlier, you lied" he said, although the corners of his mouth tipped up into a small smile.

"Potentially" was all you could get out, before another wave of pain and nausea took over your body and you crawled back towards the toilet.

"I'm just going to head down and get you a glass of water, ok? Stay here" he ordered, before turning quickly on his heels and heading out.

After you had finished, Cassian still hadn't returned, so you decided to hoist yourself up and get back into his bed, feeling a bit better on the nausea side - although still having some stomach cramps. It was when you reached the side of the bed you had been sleeping on that you looked down and saw the large pool of blood covering the bed sheets. Gazing down, you realised it was not only covering the bed, but also covering you - bright red coating the entire inside seam of your pale blue leggings, almost down to your knees. You shook violently, panic and embarrassment taking over your entire body. You quickly threw Cassian's pillows on the floor and started to tear at the bedding, wanting to get it off and change it as quickly as you could before he could realise, but you had barely got half of the bed sheet off the giant bed before Cassian re-appeared in the doorway.

You turned to face him, a tray in his hands, and crumpled onto the floor. This is exactly what you needed today - the hot General that you have a major crush on has tried to do something nice for you and you have completely put your foot in it and destroyed his bed. Great. Just fab.

"Hey hey" Cassian quickly put the tray on his desk before dropping down to your level. "What's the matter?" he asked. You couldn't even get the words out between your sobs, gesturing blindly at the bed and yourself. You hid your face in your hands, utterly mortified.

Cassian's confusion was so evident that you dared to glance up at him. "Are you ok?" was all he asked. You nodded, then shook your head, then resumed sobbing. He pulled you into his chest and let you continue until your tears turned to small sniffs.

"I guessed when I opened the door" he said quietly, his hands stroking through your hair. "Your mad dash to the toilet was all the confirmation I needed - you almost sent me flying off the bed and, whilst I train you well, you're not normally that strong" he teased.

"I'm so sorry" was all you could get out, head still buried in his chest.

"Nonsense, what is there to be sorry about?" he asked.

"I ruined your bed".

Cassian laughed and helped you both stand up. "I quite literally cause people to bleed for a living. A bit on my bed is hardly cause for concern". He guided you over to the tray he had brought upstairs.

"So, I have got you some peppermint tea to help with the nausea, Rhys gave me a tonic he gives to Feyre to help with the pain - but he said Feyre always complains about how bad it tastes, so there's a lemon drop sweet for after just in case - and I stole a slice of Elain's chocolate cake that was in the fridge because I thought you might like that - oh and some cheese. I'm not sure why, but I thought you might want some, I always think cheese helps make any situation better, but maybe not if you've been sick..."

He was so excited as he showed you all the goodies he had found for you that your embarrassment fell away completely, even though you realised he must have announced your situation to the entire house downstairs. Before you could make any comment, he grasped your shoulders and walked you back to the bathroom, where the House had run you a lavender scented bath.

"Hop in the bath, freshen up, and you can enjoy the cake" he said, with a beam. He handed you a fresh set of pyjamas he had taken from your room and closed the door behind himself to give you some privacy.

After your soak, you changed and headed back into his bedroom. The sheets were fresh, with no sign of your incident, and Cassian was lounging on his side with a book in hand. You noticed that the book you had been reading, a smutty romance recommended by the House, was resting on the other pillow. Cassian must have grabbed it from your room when he got the pyjamas. He smiled at you when you came back and offered you a hand to climb onto the bed next to him.

"You are staying in here tonight, ok?" he said, "I don't want you to be alone and refuse help if you need it, especially since you were so stubborn earlier".

You laughed, quite happy to stay in Cassian's bed. He pulled the tray over to you both and offered you the peppermint tea and a fork for the chocolate cake.

"OH WAIT, take the tonic first!" he said, handing it to you. Feyre was right, it was disgusting. But, it did help the dull ache in your stomach, enough so that you were able to happily enjoy your slice of stolen chocolate cake. You made a mental note to apologise to Elain tomorrow.

After you were quite full and content, and had settled down to read for a while, you felt your eyes getting heavy again. Cassian noticed, and pulled you into him. You revelled in the comfort, enjoying every moment of it - you didn't think you'd ever get another chance to be this close to him and you certainly weren't going to pass it up.

"Sleep", he said "it'll help". He started to read aloud from his book, helping you to ease into a deep, deep sleep. One of the best sleeps of your life.

"Thank you, Cassian, for everything" you mumbled, eyes closed.

"You are welcome, y/n" he replied, pulling you closer to his body.

You were silent then, your body and eyes heavy, your brain slowly quieting and shutting down for the night. You felt Cassian lean down, assuming you had fallen asleep, and place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. As sleep called to you, you heard him very quietly whisper into the dark, "I would go to the ends of the Earth for you, y/n".

[sapphicmsmarvel]

IC x reader: bad dates

lol this is verbatim what happened on the last date i went on so. i wrote this back then when i was Sad™️ about it. 

a sprinkle sprinkle of morrigan x reader bc im really into hot blondes right now (haley from stardew valley and jj from criminal minds have reentered my stratosphere). 

btw nothing about that statement has changed since i wrote this. i just asked haley to be my girlfriend in stardew valley. 

under the cut bc it felt too long to go without it lmao

You were feeling pretty fucking miserable at this moment. 

You had a bad date. You were there for an hour, after the food came and the bill was paid you made a shitty excuse and left. 

It wasn’t even late. You had worn your best outfit and did the whole self care routine, for nothing. 

The girl was sweet, just….lacked some social skills. Also made you uncomfortable.

You looked at the bouquet of flowers she gave you and just sighed. Such a waste, you’ll probably just give them to Elain. 

You trudged up to the townhouse, you could hear the laughter from outside because of the open windows. 

You sighed, you loved living in the townhouse and loved Rhysand for allowing you to live there. But, you just wanted to crawl into bed and be sad about a failed date. 

You opened the door and that’s when everyone went silent. Everyone was scattered around the living room and they all popped up like meerkats when you appeared.

Then the questions began. 

“That was quick!” Morrigan said. 

“Did you even eat?” Cassian asked. 

“She brought you flowers? Aw!” Elain exclaimed. 

But it was Azriel, who sees all, who said; “you okay?” 

“Shitty date.” Yoh shrugged. 

Everyone let out their own “awww”s. You looked at Amren and Nesta and knew they were plotting the girls' disappearance. 

“It’s alright, just…” You shrugged. “Am I the issue?”

“No!” Cassian shouted. “Come on, come sit next to me.” He patted the couch and you sighed, you smiled but it was sad. 

You sat next to Cass, then Rhysand got up from the chair he shared with Feyre and sat in front of you on the coffee table. He picked up your feet and began taking off your heels. 

Feyre came over as well with a blanket and sat next to you, put the blanket on your lap and made it so you two were sharing it. 

Nesta poured you a glass of your favorite drink and handed it to you. Then Elain came at you with your favorite cookies. “I baked them today.” She sat on Feyre’s other side, while Nesta sat on Cassians. 

Amren and Azriel had joined all of you by sitting on the floor. You were in an Inner Circle huddle. 

“Alright.” Morrigan clapped from her spot on the floor. “Let’s get this debrief started!” Her hands ended up on your knee, comfortingly rubbing her thumb in a circle.

You tried to ignore the butterflies when she did it.

So you told them about how everyone at the restaurant knew you two were on a date and how you don’t understand why this girl would tell them all the details. It felt like you were on display like a zoo attraction. Then how she kept telling the waitress how anxious she was right in front of you! 

And then the final nail in the coffin: 

“Hang on, she said she’d marry her ex, and you think you’re the issue?” Feyre asked, incredulously. 

You shrugged, breaking off a piece of cookie. “I don’t know.” You murmured. “You know I look to self sabotage because I'm scared of change.” You then shrugged. 

“No, you were looking appropriately.” Rhysand said. 

You sighed and leaned against the couch even farther. “I don't know what to do.” 

“What do you mean?” Cassian asked. He rubbed your shoulder. “There’s nothing to do. You dodged a mess if you ask me.” 

You snorted. “I just wonder if I’m gonna die alone. Never knowing that great love like Fey and Rhys. Or you and Nes.” You sighed. 

“Well, I’ll die alone with you.” Mor reached over from her spot on the floor and crawled onto your outstretched legs like they were a bridge. “We can be loverrrrs that history calls best gal pals.” 

That caused all of you to laugh, especially as Mor pulled herself into your lap and began to badly serenade you. She clutched your cheeks dramatically. Your arms reflexively went around her so she wouldn’t fall forward onto Rhys who had enough of her antics. 

Yeah, bad dates sucked. But at least your friends were there to pick you up when you needed it.

[unhealthy-obessions]

I really don’t understand the hate towards Rhysand for being an asshole towards Nesta.

(Let me justify myself)

YES, Rhysand is harsh on her, but fucking ADMIT IT, Nesta was a bitch to him and Feyre for the time he knew her. In his perspective Nesta didn’t care for Feyre, only used her, and was overly rude towards her. Essentially, RHYSAND’S DISLIKE TOWARDS NESTA IS JUSTIFIED.

That doesn’t at all excuse his actions or behavior and it most certainly does not excuse Nesta’s behavior either, even if she hated herself.

You shouldn’t glorify someone by bringing down another, and not without acknowledging EVERY aspect. You can dislike him all you like, but don’t actually hate him for caring about Feyre and not liking people who treated her badly.

edit: BTW, this post is directed solely to everyone who complains abt Rhys over how he treats Nesta. I am absolutely NOT defending Rhys from the way he treats others. Like, I mean the mask he wears for everyone outside the IC.

[achaotichuman]

Random Ramble

I think it is hilarious how some people are so aggressive about sticking so thoroughly to canon, and not allowing for any room for imagination, because like, my brother in christ, canon does not exist.

None of these are real, the characters are not real, the story is not real. There is no such thing as canon.

There is only such thing as the op. The one who originally made the story and the characters, which is why we have copyright. So that no one can *make money off of these characters and the story*

But so long as you aren't plagiarizing the story in order to make your own money off of it. Once these characters are published and, in the world, everyone has free reign with them.

Once they are in your head, they are your characters. Which is why people interrupt their actions differently. Because the characters will appear different in your head compared to anyone else, including the author.

Idk the origins of the term canon, nor have I done any research on the topic (I'm just rambling) but tbh in my eyes it appears like we as a society have allowed money to ingrain itself so deeply into us as people, that we allow to dictate what we think. And this goes for the idea of canon.

Because the actual author is one making money off the books (rightfully so) it has become a sort of, is their way or the highway (this is just a half-thought through theory btw don't take it too seriously)

Which is why I personally love to take said characters and do whatever the fuck I want with them. Because whatever I make them do is in character for me, and even if it isn't, it might be for someone else. Because while they are in my hands, they are my characters.

Consider this a freedom post. You are free to think whatever the fuck you want, none of these people are real. Make Elain a villain, give Kosechi a love interest, make Feyre and Tamlin get back together after she divorces Rhysand. It doesn't matter what the og author thinks, so long as you aren't making money off these characters, you can do whatever the hell you want with them.

And I don't mean make theories crack, I mean you are allowed to genuinely believe this is the best course of action, even if you know the og author won't take it that way.

Cause personally, I do think Tamcien is a plausible ship, and I hope it happens in canon. Do I think it will? No, but Tamlin and Lucien are my characters when they are in my head, so I am allowed to think whatever the fuck I want about them. And same goes for people who disagree with me.

Like some people want Lucien to take over the world, I do not. Some people want Tamlin to die, I do not. Some people want a myriad of things that I do not, and both of those ideas are in character, so long as they are in your head.

Make elriel your canon, make elucien your canon. Fuck it, make Rhysand/Beron your canon.

The only person judging you in the voice in your head, and people on the internet and who gives two fucks what they think. Get as weird as you want, it's all canon, cause none of this is real.

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

A Cat-tastrophy! (Gwynriel week fanfic)

A/N: Inspired by a reblog from @sunshinebingo this one’s pretty short btw

Summary: Gwyn gets turned into a cat and Az has to deal with it. @gwynrielweeksofficial

“Gwyn, don’t!” Azriel cried out as he watched the orange cat wiggle her butt to leap in the air.

It’s been almost 48 hours sense the incident on his last mission. Azriel and Gwyn were tracking down a witch that has been causing trouble in Velaris. Her main power was turning people into animals. Azriel and Gwyn were closing in on her and as a result, she zapped Gwyn with her powers and had turned her into a fluffy orange cutie.

Azriel would’ve ran around the witch, but his mate needed him. Gwyn immediately cuddled into Azriel, accepted his body heat and purring in his touch. When Az had told the others about what happened, Rhysand had assured him (after some major threats to the witch herself) that in 48 hours, she’ll return to normal.

Now if only those hours were a lot faster.

Carrying for his mate as an orange cat was a lot harder than he previously had thought. If he thought she was bubbly before, surely her kitty phase was even bubblier. She would jump, climb, and pounce on any surface she could find. She’d grab his attention by playing with his weapons and scratching up the couch. He loved her. He did. But even he had his limits.

And the shadows, definitely weren’t helping. They were so fawned by Kitty Gwyn that they morphed into shadow kitties and began to play with her as well. Now, he was looking after 4 cats.

Gwyn meowed and stared at her target. She was on the tip of the couch and she was trying to make her way to the kitchen counter. Which was a very far distance. She wiggled her butt for good luck and flew through the air. Azriel let out a curse before he grabbed her in mid air. Azriel opened his mouth to scold her, but one look at her best kitty eyes and he was at her disposal.

The giant Illyrian groaned. “What am I gonna do with you?” Gwyn merely meowed. The Illyrian’s shadows cooed at the kitten and twirled around her like a stream of ribbons. Gwyn swatted her paws at the shadows, trying to catch them. Rolling his eyes, Azriel placed her back on the floor. “Be careful.” He said as he looked at the clock in the kitchen. 4 hours left. He can handle that.

“Gwyn you serious need to-“ Az stopped short when he discovered that the orange feline had vanished. The shadowsinger spranged into action and looked around the room for the troublesome cat. “Gwyn!” He called out, but no answer.

A faint bump was all he heard, before he raced to his room. Azriel sighed heavily when he saw Gwyn chewing on his coat. “You little-“ he said before picking her up and holding her to his chest. “What did I tell you about scratching up my coats?” He tried to scold as the ginger feline meowed and slapped her paw on his cheek. He didn’t hurt him though. Az only sighed, allowing the kitten to smoosh his cheek with her paw.

Azriel looked at the clock in his room to see that it was close to midnight. He closed the door to his room and put the playful cat on his bed. “Stay here.” He said before going into the bathroom to change. When he emerged, he found his mate curled up on one of his pillows. She meowed to him, saying he could join her. As if the bed was her own. Az could help but smug, climbing into his own bed. “You’re a real hassle you know that?” He said as Gwyn stuck out her tongue and casually climbed onto his chest. She licked his face as the Illyrian rubbed her fur, watching his mate purr in his touch. “If I find any hairballs.” He tried to threaten her, but Gwyn only purred more and had fallen asleep before he was even finished.

Az chuckled quietly and kissed her head. Maybe having a cat around wasn’t so bad. Though, he’d prefer an actual car rather then one who was his mate.

[nikethestatue]

Honestly no hate to e/riels but SJM said "it's obvious" in a book where we are being hinted at Gwyn's powers, Gwyn playing a major role and showcasing the extent of her powers when she helped Nesta find the harp (hello Nesta in acowar did the same), in a book where Gwyn and Azriel's reaction to each other are highlighted frequently and are positive and fun and they have banter and she makes his shadows dance. Then we have all the obvious build up for Azriel in acosf and hofas and he gets two bonus chapters. Gwyn's whole backstory and parentage is a mystery she still needs growth in terms of getting out of the library, reclaiming her body & sexuality and taking stand for herself. Like I think it really is obvious who the next book is for (hint it's our priestess and shadowsinger)

SJM did mention researching for elain's book but as we have seen a character gets buildup before they have their book (hello Nesta) but who did we have built up for? elain's power? Elain playing any role at all? Nope nada zilch, so really imo Elain's book will be finales.

So Anon, I am gonna drop a truth that you aren't going to like, because you've been so conditioned to think a certain way now. However, the truth is pretty simple--whose ton of casual readers don't even remember who Gwyn is.

She doesn't register. She DOESN'T MATTER. That's what it boils down to. YOU guys have concocted this version of Gwyn who carries a tremendous amount of weight. In reality, she doesn't. There is NOTHING about Gwyn that's more important than Emerie for example. But none of you are clamoring to read an Emerie book. Emerie, who btw, was in 2 books vs Gwyn's one.

Nothing that Gwyn's done extends to a larger story. The Valkyries--that's led by NESTA. Nesta ARCHERON. Like Elain ARCHERON. Both of whom were contracted by BB to be FMCs of SJM's novels. SJM did not sell anything to BB about Gwyn in 2015.

And Azriel is not getting an "Azriel Book' because freakin Rhysand did not get a book. He didn't even get a POV in the trilogy. So as much as we all find Azriel appealing, Azriel is getting a book with Elain Archeron, who literally has 12 different storylines attached to her. Whereas Gwyn has .....zero.

No person who picked up all of ACOTAR, read it back to back over 15 days, but hasn't been trawling through commissioned Gwynriel arts on IG, or listening to 'theories' from Gwynriels on TikTOk, came out of ACOSF saying 'yes, it's OBVIOUS that Gwyn's book is next!'

WHAT?

Listen, I find the whole Gwynriel thing rather amusing. I don't take it seriously and never have. It's just there like a blister. Irritating but you can still function. But you guys really bought into this and it's kind of concerning. You are Gwynriels unironically. Not like Draimonie, for example. Not like, listen we love the ship, but we know it wont sail. But we love it. (Totally cool, btw). But you seriously think that SJM will write a Gwyn book?

I don't know. After 4 years, I don't know what to say anymore.

Honestly, a Tamlin x Briar novella has more chances of happening than a Gwyn book.

[valleeslunaires]

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓻

─ about me

name : eveline

nickname/s : eve

age : 49 - fae | 19 - human

birthday : december 21st

court : winter

─ appearance

face claim: isabelle mathers

─ background

eveline was born human, a simple human. Until in a night her mother rushed with her inside the forest of Prythian, leaving the girl along a necklace by the end of a tree, the only recordation she'd have of her true mother. After hours, she was found by Sanya, Viviane's mother (from the Winter court). The woman got Eveline and took her to the cauldron, no one ever knew how or where that woman found it (nor she told eveline), she threw the girl inside it and the kid that came out... was something else.

A fae. But not any fae. She was powerful, rare... Sanya took the girl to the winter court and took care of her like she was her on daughter. Though she was not very caring, not with Eveline, nor with Viviane that treated Eve as her own sister.

Growing up on the winter court also brought some bad stuff, besides having to be hidden from Amarantha, her powers and origin was also hidden from the court. The less people knew, the better it'd be.

─ my power (only the main one)

fire -

❝She may even carry the power from the Autumn court, but not their strength. She's something else❞

─ s/o

name : rhysand - the high lord of the night court

age : 535

─ plots (or things i've changed)

i am the daughter of the king of hybern (yeah i love a drama!)

i've met Amarantha ONCE and she tried to capture me but somehow my power was stronger than hers and i ran away on time! thankfully, she didn't know to which court i belonged to...

my mom is not dead as i think. The king of hybern found her and took her along him to hybern

i love to paint and i always whisper a song, Scarborough Fair (yes, the Aurora's one! btw this seems more like a fun fact but i had nowhere else to include)

this all happened 46 years ago, 4 years after Amarantha had gotten into the power (me being found and all my backstory)!! currently, we're back to the normal timeline of the first book...

soo that's it!! i am so excited with this dr cuz i love acotar so much i am always reading my fav parts cuz it's definitely my comfort book!!

i must add that the age thing may be wrong cuz it's weird the way faeries grow and all the aging thing, that's why i put the fae and the human age cuz i wanna pass the idea that mentally and physically Eveline (me) is 19... how the faeries age works? ill find out once im there!

yeah i'll bring some stories from there soon...

[shallyne]

The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch 8

Chapter 8! It's getting a little darker, I hope you enjoy! Full fic on AO3

Words: 1.2k

Trigger warnings: kidnapping, premature burial, murder

Chat between Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand on December 22nd

Cassian: have you gotten the information?

Cassian: Rhys?

Cassian: Az, we should follow him

Azriel: Amren is with him, he's fine

Rhysand: Who is Lucien Vanserra?

Azriel: he's Feyre's friend, why?

Rhysand: can we trust him?

Azriel: he was also Tamlin’s friend

Rhysand: Tamlin is dead

Azriel: Amarantha killed him?

Rhysand: no

Cassian: you killed him?

Rhysand: no, I think Feyre did

Cassian: what did Lucien say?

Rhysand: He says he knows where Feyre is

Cassian: where??

Chat between Nesta and Elain Archeron on December 22nd

Elain: what are you doing

Nesta: why are you texting me? I sit right beside you

Elain: you look like you're doing something you shouldn't have do.

Elain: if you keep side eyeing Mor she will know btw

Nesta: I'm tracking Cassian, I want to know where they are

Elain: in Neva. How do you know how to track Cassian?

Nesta: he showed me once

Elain: why did you stop? What's going on???

Chat between Nesta Archeron and Cassian on December 22nd

Nesta: WHY are you at a cemetery?

Nesta: where is Feyre

Nesta: Cassian, I won't ask again

Nesta: answer

Nesta: fucking hell, Cassian, ANSWER

Chat between Morrigan, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian on December 22nd

Morrigan: Nesta is beside herself with worry. Apparently she tracked you guys to a cemetery? What are you doing? I thought you went to get Feyre

Morrigan: can someone please answer? I need to calm them down, Nesta is threatening to follow you guys to Neva

Morrigan: why aren't you at the warehouse that Feyre mentioned on the note?

Chat between Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand on December 22nd

Cassian: we brought her to Thesan, where are you? Do you need backup?

Azriel: Elain is blowing up my phone, we need instructions ASAP

Cassian: she is stable, Azriel stays with her, I'm coming over

Rhysand: no need, I'm on my way

Rhysand: we'll have a briefing when I'm with you

Rhysand: Amren is insisting the guns were just borrowed, please give them back immediately when we arrive for the sake of peace

Azriel: is Amarantha dealt with?

Rhysand: yes

Rhysand: how is Feyre?

Cassian: Asleep for now, stable condition. A few broken ribs and bruises and a cut that had to be stitched

Rhysand: fucking hell

Cassian: How are you?

Rhysand: I'm angry

Cassian: that's not what I mean

Azriel: leave it, we can talk about this later

Chat between Rhysand, Morrigan, Nesta and Elain Archeron on December 23rd, Midnight

Rhysand: apologies for leaving you in the dark for so long but there were some complications in our mission to save your sister that made it impossible to check our messages. We successfully retrieved her and she's resting now under the watch of my best doctor. I'd like to give you more details in person if you want to

Elain: yes, we want to!

Nesta: where is she?

Elain: what happened?

Nesta: how is Feyre doing?

Elain: why were you at the cemetery for almost an hour?

Nesta: we want to see her

Rhysand: Your questions will all be answered in person. I am sending a car, Mor will accompany you. Tamlin is dealt with, he won't bother your family anymore. Or anyone.

Nesta: what about that Amarantha lady?

Rhysand: she, too, is dealt with.

Elain: what does “dealt with” mean?

Morrigan: don't ask questions you don't want the answers to

Chat between Nesta Archeron and Rhysand on December 24th

Nesta: Feyre is awake and she wants to talk to you

Rhysand: I'm on my way. Does she need something? Do you need something?

Nesta: no, she declines everytime I ask, she's only asking for you

Nesta: but Rhysand

Rhysand: yes?

Nesta: break her heart again and I will break your neck

Chat between Rhysand, Feyre, Nesta and Elain Archeron on December 26th

Rhysand: Feyre will be good to go home today but I want all three of you to live in my apartment in Cesere until I've dealt with my father and the rest of his men for good. Amren and Morrigan will accompany me, Azriel and Cassian will stay. I am trying to fix everything as fast as possible, I expect to be back in a week

Feyre: Cesere?

Nesta: don't worry, it's a nice town. My friend Gwyn lived there

Elain: and it will only be for a week. I still owe you a cake!

Decenber 31st

I can't sleep, the firework is too loud. Everytime I hear it, I am reminded of gunshots. One. Two. Three.

I am reminded of how the metal of the gun felt in my hand, how the trigger felt, the knockback. The sound of Tamlin as he fell to the floor.

I am reminded of blood. So much blood. Red. Red. Blood is red. Amarantha’s hair was also red. So much blood, so much red. It's all over hands. I killed someone.

One. Two. Three.

I want to go home.

I don't know if I mean Velaris or Rhysand. I just

I want to go home. I miss home.

Maybe I mean both.

I need to have the light on at all times. If it's dark I am back. Back in the box. The coffin. Back under the earth.

I didn't know if I should've screamed or if I should have waited for someone to find me. Hope was running thin, just as the air. I thought I was going to die there.

But I didn't.

I am alive, I was found. Rhysand found me. And Cassian and Azriel. They found me. Because of my sisters, because they knew something was wrong when I didn't come home. Because of Lucien, who led them to the cemetery. I survived because they know me and love me.

I survived. I am alive.

But I don't feel like it, I feel like a shell. Worse than eight years ago. I feel like, even though I survived, a part of me died in that coffin.

I want to go home.

Home.

One. Two. Three.

January 26th

I slept beside Rhysand.

I've been having nightmares again and yesterday, for some reason, I asked him to stay. I didn't sleep amazingly good but it was the best sleep I had since…well, since everything happened.

Elain begged me to see a therapist after Rhysand suggested it. It took quite the convincing from my sisters but I agreed in the end and Rhys made an appointment for me. Under my real name.

Yep, we go under our real names again. I don't know how Rhys and Mor pulled it off but they just told me they would and not to worry. I am worrying but I am also glad to be Feyre again and not be afraid to give any identifying information away on accident. Not that I was great at it before, Tamlin had found me after all. Tamlin who always tried to ask about my sisters, who didn't care about me at all, who worked for Amarantha, Amarantha who worked for Hybern, Hybern who made a deal with Tamlin’s father who had made a deal with Rhysand's father. All dead now. And some of the blood was spilled because of me.

God damn it, no one can ever find this diary. EVER. I'll probably have to burn it after this entry.

But not now, I have to eat breakfast first. Breakfast made by Rhysand, who's standing in my kitchen RIGHT NOW. All disheveled from sleep. This feels like a little treat. The first sunbeam after a storm.

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Ive made through chapters 4-7 today and good god, I feel like i had basically nothing to say about acotar as I was reading it but with this book theres so much to talk about for some reason, its wild. Truly, I did not realize how much I liked Feyre in the first book until I was under threat of losing her

Now, I will say that Feyre seems in-character so far, shes still the same woman but traumatized, but I am worried for her. Tamlin is a whole different story though, SJM might as well shoot him dead right in front of me for how thoroughly hes being character assassinated. Like, if Tamlin actually cares about Feyre as a person and not just in a douchy, possessive alphahole way, which he should because Tamlin was not that kind of guy previously, then he would force Feyre to train so she can defend herself if necessary, not forbid her from it. Even if he didnt want her to use her magical powers, surely he would make her practice with her knife or with a sword or even with her bow just to be safe, because hes not always gonna be there

I think his actions do continue to make sense if you look at them from his perspective, but I also maintain that he's doing a really bad job at responding to Feyre. But also, its so laughably obvious what sjm is doing by having Tamlin say shit like "you were stolen from me", shes trying to paint him as some objectifying asshole. Even Lucien calling her "Tamlin's bride" feels like its part of all this, and I know Ianthe is gonna turn out to be a traitor and a rapist at some point, so it really comes across as an attempt to villify the entire spring court for its association with Tamlin

Speaking of Lucien, I genuinely think part of the reason Feylin is doing so badly in this book is that his dynamic with Tamlin is completely different now. For some reason hes all like "oh, my High Lord" instead of "my good friend Tamlin", he suddenly cant say a word against him when he was talking to shit to him just a few months ago in-uinverse. Like, if their dynamic was the same as it was in acotar, Lucien wouldve probably been like "hey man, I know youre stressed and I get it, I know what its like to watch the love of my life get brutally murdered I dont know what its like to have her magically ressurected again but thats neither here nor there, but Feyre is clearly not happy being inside all day and you need a break, go take her out on a date in the woods, I'll stay here and take care of everything, dont even worry about it" or gotten him to comprise with Feyre or chill tf out or SOMETHING but because theres suddenly this rigid hierarchy in the spring court in order to make the night court look better

Speaking of the night court, Ive heard some stuff about it feeling very orientalist but it still managed to completely blindsight me with its badness. Feyre got fucking harem pants to wear, really? And a short-sleeved croptop, and no fucking shoes, probably because Rhys didnt want Feyre throwing shoes at him again. That was the one moment in this book that brought me genuine joy btw, I would read a thousand fanfics about her just throwing shit at him

Anyway, speaking of my guy (derogatory) Rhysand Nolastname, hes so incredibly annoying I dont even have any coherent thoughts about him right now, like, if I were to write down what I think of him I would just write "he fuckinh pisses me off" over and over again. Im actually a really big fan of edgy shadow bois, but only if theyre like, sad and angry and closed off, if theyre like Rhysand and theyre all flirty and teasing and cocky and shit, theyre just annoying and nothing else. And the romance has barely even started yet, I cant imagine how much worse the flirting is gonna get later. Not to mention all these desperate and obvious attempts by sjm to make him sympathetic and morally good now, its honestly pretty pathetic

Now Im gonna be real with you, I didnt get a lot of sleep yesterday and I can feel myself and the things Im writing getting less and less coherent, so Im just gonna hit you with the very last of my thoughts bullet point style

The fact that Amarantha apparently didnt actually go rogue and it was all part of Hybern's plan feels misogynistic ngl

Ianthe's entire character already feels so misogynistic and slutshame-y and she hasnt even assaulted anyone yet

Something about Mor bothers me, I cant quite put my finger on it but its there. I think I do like her for annoying Rhys though

God, Im gonna have so much to say about the Illyrians but for now, its awfully bold of Rhysand to be like "they wasted no time throwing themselves before her feet" when THATS WHAT HE DID

Thats it for now

[mirandasidefics]

Im curious how do faeries ages? Do they age faster? Or do they live for 500 years and is 500 years old?

Hello!

In the world of ACOTAR, it hasn't really been addressed very well (SJM why must you leave us with so many basic questions about your world building). We know that Alis' nephews are approximately 70-80 years old, but they still appear as if they are between 8-12 years old (at least that is how I pictured the descriptions). Alis is only one species of Lesser Fae.

With High Fae and other Lesser Fae species (particularly Illyrians), we don't have any real solid canon evidence of their aging process. So, I have just assumed that they age in the same way that humans do, but then it slows down once they reach 20-25 or so. (Though I personally have always pictured those that are 500+ as having the appearance of being in their 30s and not their 20s like so many other fans seem to picture them as. This was even before HOFAS when we learn that the Autumn King is just under 500 years old and barely looks like he's 30, per Ember's indication that he has aged in appearance since she had met him in her bonus chapter.) In ACOTAR it is completely unknown exactly how long the Fae can live as Rhysand's Father was over 900 when he was mated to Rhysand's mother (who was like 18-19 BTW). And he was killed well before he even started to show any signs of "fading" away/dying from old age.

I think this is the same process of what happens for Fae in Throne of Glass (but I have to re-read that to be certain). They reach a specific age and then they just stop aging and eventually "fade" away. Rowan's parents did so when they were well over 1500 years old.

In Crescent City all Vanir (including the Fae) age the same as normal mortals until they make the Drop and then their aging stops or significantly slows down. I think the longest they had on record for the Fae was around 1000. (Please someone correct me if I am wrong). It may even be an unknown age, but most end up dying for some other reason well before they would die from old age.

Anyway, those are my thoughts on how the Fae age in SJMverse material. It is what I have based Nyx' aging on in my fic, so he is aging the same as a typical mortal right now but will stop aging when he's approximately 25.

(Aging in series by other Authors and traditional folklore is an entirely different conversation).

[ae-neon]

Anti Feysand isn't Anti Feyre + Rhys can't fuck you he isn't real!!

Y'all anons need to stop acting like posts where I say Feyre could have a different life where she's not shackled to acotar Elon Musk and his middle aged gang of one note wonders is an attack on FEYRE.

I also said Nesta deserves a better life than being shackled to a Bat Bitch Boi. Am I suddenly anti Nesta??

You think Feyre's life as a HL is better than Nesta's as a Valkyrie so you think I'm dissing Feyre when I say I want Feyre to be a Valkyrie and Nesta to work in politics.

And nowhere in that post did I say I want Nesta to be your Musty Musks HL btw. You think I'm giving Nesta the better story because that's what you want! You wanna be Musty Musks HL.

Personally I think sjm can't write politics for shit and when she does she always shows us the type of person she is in a bad way. I also think Feyre's life is boring so idk why so many of you are so sure that my preference for them switching narratives is somehow taking away from Feyre and giving to Nesta.

In reality if it were true then Feyre would have a whole other book of adventures instead of being the butt of sjm's plot incompetence! But you don't care about that because for you Feyre is your self insert and Feyre = Feysand means Rhys is your boyfriend.

- and again nowhere in the switch did I say I want Nesta to play house with the IC or have Roachman's babies!! I just said she suits politics more!

Feysand is just a ship. I can dislike the ship without disliking the character. You know what else I dislike? Nessian. Click on the anti Nessian tag and see. Does that mean every anti Nessian post is a anti Nesta post? Should I tag anti Nesta in my ACOSF Is An Incel Revenge Fantasy Post?? Just cause their mates? Just cause it's canon? IDGAF.

"It's so obvious, you're bias to Nesta" YES HOW DID YOU KNOW?? You've clearly been scrolling through my content and picked up on the secret clues and solved the puzzle.

"It's clear you haven't read the books in a while" Yes. I said that.

"You think Feyre isn't suited to political work and think she's more 'deserving' of being a Valkyrie" Yes. I said that. Also is being a Valkyrie supposed to be a bad thing all of a sudden?

"You just hate Feyre cause you ship Nesta and Rhysand" NO ACTUALLY. In fact I specifically pointed out that there is no weird ship jealousy. I've also said in other posts that I want Nesta to kill Rhysand. And that I only ever shipped the potential they had as characters.

I ship Rhysand and Amren! Rhys and Lucien too! I've also said I ship Feyre and Cassian - am I Nesta anti who wants Feyre to steal Nesta's mate? Or do you see Cassian as inferior to Rhysand so it doesn't bother you?

Y'all are letting your self insert delusions cloud your minds. Nobody is stealing your fictional man just cause they don't ship them with the character you see yourselves as!!

[ablogofsapphicpanic]

Hey There! A little birdie told me you’re anxiously awaiting the fic. I am also anxiously awaiting this fic to finish. What was going to be a cute little 8k one shot has now exploded into something that’s 25k+ or maybe more by the time I'm finished editing.

Oops. 

Good news is you’ll definitely get the first half by the 22nd (est…15k...probably more words, so hopefully that's a good chunk for a part 1). I’m a slow editor and want to do this ship justice since there’s not enough content about Emerie and Mor in this fandom. 

The second half will come first week within the new year if not sooner. There’s some smooching and some other stuff that needs to happen. You know?! 

The better news is the Gale-off went well... just in case you were wondering. When I'm revealed, I'll fill you in on the details!

Also a hint to my identity is you know me. 

Here’s a little snippet btw: 

Emerie stood at the entrance to the clearing for a moment and cleared her throat.  "Didn't realize you'd be out here."  Morrigan gave her a playful grin, "I would eat all the chocolate otherwise."  “I don’t know. Gwyn is a big fan of it too." Emerie said. Mor gave an exaggerated scoff at her teasing.  " Consider this as me giving her a head start before I show up, then." The two laughed and Emerie’s unease seemed to melt away.  "Why are you out here? I thought you'd be with Nesta,” Mor finally asked. Emerie's wings twitched a bit at this. "I needed a bit of air, things are getting rowdy in there."  “Already?” she smiled.” Emerie shrugged, though Morrigan wasn’t surprised. Cassian hadn’t stopped talking about the ceremony for days and she was certain Rhysand had already cracked open some champagne. She knew Rhysand had asked Nesta for her preference and she hadn’t cared. She wouldn’t partake but she didn’t mind if others did. Thank the mother for small favors.  "You can come sit if you'd like, '' Morrigan said, patting the seat next to her. "I don't bite." At this, the Valkyrie rolled her eyes.  "I'd like to see you try." she murmured. 

I’ve been telling everybody that will listen that I’m anxiously awaiting the results of the Gale-Off 😂😂 I’m very heavily invested in this low-stakes drama in your friend group, okay? Some of us don’t have lives.

ALSO THAT SNIPPET IM

I’M FERAL BUT ALSO GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET IN THE OFFICE AT WORK JESUS CHRIST I’M NOT OKAY

I NEED FRIDAY TO COME SO THAT I CAN KISS YOU WITH LOTS OF TONGUE IF THIS SNIPPET IS FEEDING ME SO WELL I CAN INLY IMAGINE WHAT 25K IS GONNA DO TO ME

Also I’m 👀👀👀 at that hint 👀👀👀 excuse me while I spend my whole shift trying to piece it together (and probably fail miserably)

SERIOUSLY THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS HAD ME SO EXCITED

There is NO RUSH at all but I am soooo looking forward to reading this and giving you ALL MY LOVE. I am so glad you’re taking your time to do them justice and from that snippet that time is PAYING OFF