#Rhysie reactions

[wastingyourgum]

A brand new entry for the "Rhysie Reactions" folder... and a couple of old ones (Dr Buttons from the Single Parents scenepack post here)

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[tadpolesonalgae]

Punishment for flirting with someone else — Headcanons

a/n: thank you for the request, anon <3

Warnings: smut, overstim w/ Rhys, spanking w/ Cass, edging w/ Az, humiliation w/ Eris, oral w/ Lucien (f receiving)

Rhysand: flirting to get something from a shopkeeper

You flinch as he again seals his punishing mouth over your cunt, and you squirm on the bed, gasping as you try to pull away.

“Rhys…Rhysie, please,” you pant tearfully, begging as his violet eyes flick up from between your thighs, just as he drags the hardened tip of his tongue over your clit, swirling around the puffy and sensitive part.

You squeal, tears spilling as his teeth nip at that intimate part. “Rhys, I’m sorry,” you beg, but he doesn’t seem to be listening, dipping lower, his tongue prodding at your entrance, feeling as you tighten, cunt fluttering with sensitivity.

“Rhys, please,” you cry softly, tears welling as you feel him already dragging you toward the edge again—an edge you know you won’t survive should he push you over it.

You seemed so happy to forget me earlier, Rhys muses, making you flinch from how he appears in your mind. I can’t have my High Lady forgetting who her mate is.

“I didn’t!” You pant, squirming again as he returns to your clit, suctioning lightly, his forearm pinning your hips to the bed as you try to buck away.

“I just…it was an unfair deal,” you whimper, “I was just—”

Batting your eyelashes and flirting like you don’t have someone who can make you shake from pleasure at your fingertips, he muses, humming onto your heat, and you can feel the smug grin on his soft, cruel mouth.

The orgasm breaks across your skin, tears spilling hotly down your cheeks as your back bows in ecstasy, fingers threading through his thick, blue-black hair as your thighs part, hips winding against his tongue as it rolls over your clit.

Just as quickly as it has hit you, the pleasure crashes into overstimulation, and you cry out as he keeps his mouth sealed over you torturously, suckling, licking, nipping relentlessly, using his strength to force you through it, even as you buck and writhe.

Your legs shake, panting deeply as your eyes squeeze shut, his laugh echoing through your mind as he watches your reactions, drinking them down as eagerly as he does your release, lapping at the wetness that floods his tongue.

That’s better, he chuckles, the sound dripping down your spine, toes curling as your muscles lose their strength, flopping down into the mattress, unable to protest against his merciless ministrations. Are you sorry for forgetting who your pleasure belongs to?

“I’m sorry, Rhys,” you sniffle softly, panting heavily as you tremble on his bed, thighs shaking from where he’s kept them over his broad shoulders. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay,” he muses lowly, standing, allowing your legs to flop off the edge of the mattress, glancing over your naked form—the wet gleam of your heat, how overstimulated you look. Arousal so palpable in the air he’s unable able to continue as he’d intended.

Violet eyes gleam punishingly, and you whimper, knowing that look all too well.

“Rhys…” you breathe, brows curving as you try to push yourself up his bed, but it only has his lips curving as his deft fingers drop to the ties of his trousers.

“I thought you liked the pleasure I can give you,” he remarks, chuckling lowly.

“It’s too much,” you whimper, shaking your head, body trembling from his attention, legs pressing together, then parting a little when you feel too sensitive to bear any kind of stimulation.

“You know what to do if it really is too much,” he drawls, eyes licking hungrily over your heat, lips gleaming faintly as his tongue laps up the flavour you coated him with. “But you and I both know you enjoy this. Being forced to take more, and more, and more.”

Your skin flushes as he pulls himself free, his thumb swiping over his tip, precum gleaming against his skin, and you tighten around nothing.

“I know you love having the breath fucked from your body,” he growls lowly, settling over you, pinning you to the bed, pressing hotly between your thighs, making you gasp at the sensitivity.

“Just be good and lay still,” he murmurs, relishing in the way your spine arches as he presses his tip to the soft indentation between your thighs. “You’ve got a lot to make up for.”

Cassian: weren’t flirting—he’s just possessive

“What was that, sweetheart?” The General drawls, keeping you pinned down in his lap, his elbow pushing into the top of your spine, his palm splaying out across your lower back. “Want to repeat it?”

“I didn’t do anything!” You snap in frustration. “If you’d get a grip and stop being so possessive, you’d see that.”

You gasp as his palm connects with your hind, shoving you forward in his lap with the force of the impact. Your thighs squeeze together, traitorous heat liquefying as you tighten around nothing. Fucking mating bond, messing you up.

“Wrong answer, sweetheart,” Cassian drawls, withdrawing his arm from your spine in favour of tangling his fist in your hair, pulling you roughly from his lap, forcing you onto hands and knees.

“You know you’ve gotten significantly worse at sharing since that bond clicked, Cass,” you hiss, spine curving, thighs parting a little wider, heat unspooling in your lower belly at the low drag of his laugh, rough and gravelly against your sensitive skin.

“At sharing?” He drawls, tugging lightly on your hair in reprimand. “You’re mine, sweetheart. Utterly and completely. I’m not sharing an inch of you with someone else.”

“I’m allowed to fucking smile at other people, you possessive piece of—” You gasp, his palm smacking down onto the slightly raw skin of your hind, aches of pleasure blossoming in response.

“You did more than smile, sweetheart. Don’t try and deny it,” he growls, landing another stinging spank to your flesh, your eyes heating as you try to press your thighs together.

“So domineering,” you mutter under your breath, “no one likes a jealous partner, Cass.”

He laughs lowly at that, hand releasing your hair to grip your jaw, thick fingers biting into the softness of your cheeks. “I’ll take that to mean you want it harder?” He drawls roughly, digits running up your centre, able to feel as you tighten around nothing, watching how your pupils dilate.

“Do you give your soldiers a smack on the wrist when they disobey you?” You breathe, arousal permeating through the air as you drip onto his fingers, his thumb pressing to your clit.

“I’m not sure you’d like that sort of discipline, sweetheart,” the General drawls, “but I suppose that attitude of yours could use some fixing.”

Your teeth drag over your lip, back curving as you part your thighs, shifting your hips to draw his attention back to you. “I don’t think you could fix it even if you wanted to.”

His lips curve, then he pulls away, and you gasp as he pushes you down into the bed, your ass in the air as his palm draws back, smacking down with enough impact to have you trying to bite at the sheets.

“Shall we put that to the test?” He drawls, thick fingers sliding into your heat, pumping and scissoring, and you flush with how easy it was for him.

“Let’s see how long you can last before that attitude of yours realises where she stands.”

Azriel: flirting to provoke

Your eyes roll, thighs trying to press together as your lips part, hips bucking in attempts to have his fingers inside of you for just a little longer…a little longer, and you’ll…

You cry out when he pulls away, arousal dripping down your thighs, slicking the boards beneath you, arms bound to the table so he can focus on pulling you apart.

“Az…” you whimper, “please…”

He groans lowly from the back of his throat. “Gods, I fucking love it when you beg like that,” he admits, a little breathlessly, cock straining hard against his tightly done-up leathers, and you watch lustfully as he readjusts their tension.

Your lower lip wobbles, thighs beginning to press together, hypersensitive to the cool air now washing against your cunt, how aware you are of your own nakedness.

Azriel growls in warning, palms settling down as he firmly guides them apart again, your hips bucking lightly from how near his fingers are to where you need them.

“Should I chain you up again?” He drawls, and you stop struggling, trying to keep your body still, but it’s difficult when he’s looking at you like that. With those darkened eyes that look like they’d be more than happy to hunt you down beneath a full moon.

“No,” you manage softly, spine curving a little from the rough tone, how it drags over your skin, promising the kind of stimulation you’re craving. Stimulation he knows you’re craving, and denying anyway. “I’ll stay still.”

He quirks a brow, a cocky curve to his lips as he glances down at you, hand raising to your hip bone, tracing down wordlessly, fully aware of how your attention is keyed to his touch, tracking its decline.

You suck in a low breath when his knuckles brush just shy of where you want him.

“Az,” you breathe, “Azzie…”

Tears well behind your eyes, teeth dragging over your lip, muscles tight with the effort to keep still as he teases you further, thumb brushing over your clit, puffy and sore from too much stimulation and not enough relief.

He hums in response, a gleam in his eyes you don’t like one bit, skin prickling as his gaze licks over you.

“Please…” you beg, “it’s been hours.”

He huffs a low laugh, chuckling as he settles between your thighs, war-roughened hands still keeping you spread apart on his table. “You knew what you were getting into. Don’t try and deny it.”

You whine, tensing as he lowers his mouth to your cunt, staring you down as he run his tongue up your centre, lightly circling your clit, shadows creeping up either side your chest to gently brush over your nipples.

Your back bows, wrists remaining fastened to the table no matter how desperately you want to run your fingers through his hair—to grip and guide until you’re releasing on his mouth the way you both enjoy.

“Azriel…” you moan, long and drawn out, low and breathless as he licks over your heat, his deft fingers already poised to push against your entrance, to slide back in with embarrassing ease.

Your eyelids flutter, bowing off the table as they slide in, pumping and curling against spots he knows can make you sob, suckling over your clit to bring you closer to the edge he might not even deliver you to tonight.

Shadows pinch at your nipples, then they’re vacating your chest, making you whine. Until they push up over your jaw, tendrils like fingers gently plying your lips apart, dipping down to push against your tongue.

Your legs start shaking, surprised by how arousing it is, swirling against them, following their movements, as if getting to please them, too.

Azriel’s teeth nip at you, enjoying how you flinch, able to feel how close you are all over again. Even he’s lost count of how many he’s withheld, but both of you know you’re enjoying it.

The orgasm builds to high, gradually crescendoing, and your stomach muscles tighten in preparation to have that pleasure flooding your veins, so, so so sososo close…toes curling, eyes squeezing shut, head tipping back, and…

Hot tears spill over as he pulls away, leaving you wet and needful, hot and messy, dumbly winding your hips as you try to rock yourself over the edge on your own.

“Not yet,” he drawls, stood back to take you in. “You’ve got a long way yet.”

Eris: being a bit too friendly—for the sake of politics

“Want to tell me what that was about, fawn?” He drawls, features neutral but unable to conceal the ire lighting his piercing gaze.

You blink, pausing in the middle of the room, gazing over to where he’s settled, draping himself over one of the plush, large chairs you have by the fireplace. “What what was about?” You ask, tilting your head curiously, glancing to him. A muscle in his jaw ticks, and your brow furrows at his dour mood.

“The Lord.” He mutters lowly, an expression of disgust marring his features. “He practically had his hands all over you.”

You blink, caught off guard by the accusation—you hadn’t thought it would bother him so severely. “Oh, Eris,” you sigh, relieved it’s a solvable issue. “That was nothing, I just thought it would be handy to have him on our side. That’s all it was.”

“You couldn’t have found another way of securing him?” Eris remarks lowly, displeasure dripping from his tone. “It’s unseemly to have my wife throwing herself at every other male she lays eyes on.”

“Eris, I was not throwing myself at him, nor was I flirting with every other male I laid eyes on. You can see the advantages of my actions, can’t you?” You ask, making to walk toward him.

“Stay there,” he orders lowly, causing you to falter. Is he really upset by it? A guilty feeling settles in your gut.

“Since you’re so willing to commit demeaning acts in public, it should be no skin off your back to do so in private,” he drawls, and heat gathers in your lower abdomen as deft fingers drop to the ties in his finely tailored trousers, able to make out the evidence of his gathering arousal.

Your throat rolls, heat flushing your skin. “Well…what do you have in mind?” You ask hesitantly.

“Crawl,” he breathes, flame burning in his amber eyes, having nothing to do with the lit fire. “Crawl over here. On your hands and knees.”

Your lips part, taken aback by the request, averting your gaze. “Are you— I mean…”

“Struggling with something?” He drawls lowly, dangerously. “After that obscene display, I would have thought this would be child’s play.”

Your toes curl in your shoes, already beginning to ache for him all over again. So you meet his gaze, doing nothing to conceal your interest, cautious as it is. “And what will I get in return?” You ask.

It’s Eris’ turn to falter, having not expected the resistance, but then the edges of his lips are quirking faintly, heat intensifying in his already burning gaze. “What could be greater than being in your High Lord’s favour?” He remarks, a note of idleness making its way into his already lazy drawl.

You hum faintly, glancing away with feigned disinterest. “It isn’t very ladylike to crawl across floorboards, High Lord.”

“Then it’s perfect you’ve been anything but tonight,” he muses, and your breath catches as magic pushes roughly behind your legs, forcing you to your knees.

You’re certain arousal will be soaking your underwear by now, already so deep within his thrall as your pulse spikes. Your tongue darts out to swipe over your lower lip, then you’re moving onto your hands and knees, lethargically crawling across the wooden boards to him.

“I only wanted to please you, High Lord,” you murmur, a sultry shift to your honeyed voice, skin prickling beneath your clothes as you make it between his long legs, coming to a stop as you kneel before him, able to make out the prominent evidence of his arousal now.

“Then please me,” he drawls, slightly breathless as he leans back in the chair, attention entirely upon you as you raise up, pulling him free from his trousers, holding his gaze all the while.

“Will this satisfy you, my Lord?” You inquire, hand wrapping around his base as you lean forward, tongue cushioning against the sharpness of your teeth as you take his tip into your mouth.

“It had better,” he drawls, flame burning in his gaze, content to keep his hands to himself for now. Let you make your own moves.

“I don’t think you’d like the consequences of leaving me dissatisfied.”

Lucien: trying to be polite while someone was coming onto you

You tremble beneath his mouth, how he takes his time with you, lazily licking up your centre, only occasionally suckling on your clit—when he feels like doing so.

“Lu…” you whimper, cheek pressing into the sheets as you try to glance back at him, wrists bound together with the tie he’d been wearing earlier that night. “Lu, please, tell me what’s happening…?”

He pulls back from your heat, meeting your gaze at last, and you flush at seeing the gleam on his lips, slick wetting his mouth from the attention he’s been giving you.

“Just reminding you who treats you the best,” he muses, palms wrapping around the tops of your thighs, spreading them a little wider so he can have more access.

“I don’t need reminding,” you breathe, squirming at the exposure, how he’s got you on your hands and knees on his bed. Well, had you on your hands and knees. Then he’d decided you didn’t need your hands to enjoy his pleasure, and didn’t want you trying to stop him.

His eyes flare with male satisfaction, and your toes curl, hips shifting slightly, unable to keep away that desire you have.

He returns without replying, and a note of worry roots in your chest. Have you done something?

“Lu…” you call, breath catching as he nips at your clit. “Lu, this is about that male, isn’t it?”

His tongue pauses, then he’s pushing your thighs wider, burying himself deeper, tongue circling your entrance and you struggle to keep your head. You moan with soft pleasure, enjoying the slight roughness of his grip around your thigh, keeping you open.

Swallowing, you make an effort to push beyond it, focusing on him. “You know I…I wasn’t reciprocating that,” you mumble into the sheets. He hums onto your heat, and your breathing quickens, being pulled closer and closer to your edge.

“Lu,” you moan, brow furrowing in attempts to remain concentrated, his middle and forth finger joining the mess he’s created between your thighs, letting him pull away to watch how you take him. “You know I only want you. Always. It’s only you.”

“I know,” he sighs at last after a pause of quiet, and relief sweeps in from his response. “I just didn’t like what he was doing. What he was trying to do with you,” he admits.

“I didn’t either,” you murmur softly, “but it felt weird to address it in a group setting.”

Lucien sighs, pulling away from you entirely, and the mattress dips as he crawls over you, caging you in. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, “I knew I should have gone over to you.” He kisses the shell of your ear. “I thought you’d find it annoying, having me being so easily riled by someone being near you.”

Heat spreads across your chest, shifting as much as you can to meet his gaze. “It’s okay,” you murmur, a faint smile warming your lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t smack him for you.”

Lucien chuckles lowly at that, one arm wrapping beneath your waist, palm splaying across your stomach, his front pressing to your back lightly, careful of your arms.

The chuckle catches in his throat when he feels your fingers graze his lower stomach, hesitantly brushing against him in silent request—a little nervous.

“I want…” you pause, flushing warm. “Can we continue?”

Arousal once again rises to his skin, and he’s pressing himself into your palm, setting soft kisses to the length of your throat. “Anything you want,” he breathes, allowing himself brief reprieve against your familiar touch before he’s pulling away again, kissing his way down your back, tracing your spine until he’s again between your legs.

“Now,” he drawls, pushing his hair out of the way, eyes burning with heat. “Where were we?”

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[sarawritestories]

Oh Gods I Wish You Were Here

Cassian X Fem Reader

Summary: The holidays are fast approaching, and Cassian can feel the void now more than ever.

Content warning: mention of death, holidays, grief, and tears probably, not proofread.

A/N: Not how I intended to come back, but I got in my feelings, and this was the result.

Don't take it personally that I didn't tag this one...I just wanted to get it out as the words came.

Joy to the world. The war was over Feyre's birthday was upon them, along with Winter Solstice. Velaris snow covered, warm lights illuminating the longer evenings. Cassian could hear your daughter laughing alongside his cousin Nyx. All was right with the world.

Just not Cassian's.

As he looked at the daughter, the two of you shared, he reached out that familiar bond, and he did his best to cover his flinch as a reaction to the winter breeze rolling in. And not the ache of the end of the fading gold bond being hollow. The painful reminder that you were not here. Not watching your daughter growing up or laughing at his corny jokes.

The Mother was cruel.

"Daddy," he smiled, swallowing the tears threatening to form, "Nyx said we get to go decorate the tree at Auntie FeyFey and Uncle Rhysie's house" Aria, your 6 year old, raised her arms up and was in Cassian's embrace in an instant, his wings curving to block the wind. "Can we, pretty please?"

Cassian wanted to fall to his knees. She had your smile, the twinkle in your eye when you were excited about something. It wasn't fair.

You should have been the one to soak in these moments. To enjoy in the holiday luster. To see your child grow into a person. To see that she had your looks, personality, and your mate's whole heart.

But illness doesn't discriminate. It takes and it takes. He continues to take until its victim has nothing left, and the General of the Night Court's army only had a tombstone, and the memories you both shared as illness managed to claim another innocent soul.

Cassian had no time to grieve as Aria needed him, needed him to live, to move forward, to get out of the bed. He had to live so that Aria had her best chance at life.

The sounds of familiar voices hit his ears as Nyx led him and Aria to the townhouse, a continual meeting place for Solstice. Rhys greeted them, and Aria was greedy to get out of her father's arms and embrace her uncle. "Can we decorate the tree?"

Rhys laughed and kissed her cheek, "Of course, Starlight. Go find Auntie FeyFey and Uncle Az." Aria was quick to grab Nyx's hand, leaving the two Illyrian males behind. Rhys' gaze met his, and talons scratched at Cassian's walls.

"I'm fine," Cassian grumbled.

"Well, over 500 years, and you are still a horrific liar." Rhys flicks some lint off his shirt and sits on the stoop. Cassian joined him his wings tucked in tight. "I know the holidays are hard."

Cassian shook his head, "Aria, started school. She's made friends and takes art classes. It's not fair, Rhys. Aria shouldn't have to learn about her through stories at night time. She should be here Rhys." Cassian tucked his face in his hand a sob racking out of his body. "I want her here."

Rhys held his friend tightly. As Cassian roared, "Oh God's I wish you were here!" The door creaked open, and tiny hands gripped onto Cassian's wrist. He uncovered his face to see Aria smiling. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he sniffled as he pulled his child to his chest, trying to compose himself from his outburst.

Aria kissed his cheek, "Look, Daddy. A gift for you. Uncle Azzy said you could open it early." An envelope with his name in her tiny hands with...your handwriting. He gently took it from the small child and opened it.

Hey Handsome,

If you're reading this, then it must be Solstice, and our little girl is not so little anymore. I need you to know that if you're reading this that I fought hard. I fought so that you would never had to open these. I think we both know the outcome. I know you are hurting. I know you are fighting to keep our girl safe and protected and loved. I will never be able to thank you enough for the bravery you had before, during, and after this hardship.

Know I'm there with you, every big milestone, every storytime, every boo boo you kiss for Aria. And I'll be there through the bad stuff too, I'm sure. I get to look down at you from the stars and make sure you're safe and protected, for once. I love you, Cassian. I promise that we will find each other in the next life and we will have more time. There are letters for both you and Aria for big milestones, Az was given strict instructions on when to deliver them for you. When the world seems like too much and the void is too great, maybe my words will help the two of you grow and move on in my absence.

All My Love,

Your Sweetheart.

"Daddy?" Aria looked at him with eyes that matched his own, "what did it say?" Cassian smiled aware that the two were now alone

Cassian held her close and looked up at the stars, illuminating the town. "Look up at the night sky, little one." She did, and as the two looked on, a star flashed across the star, and Cassian heard her little gasp. "That was Mommy. She was letting us know she was here."

Aria snuggled against her father's chest, "I miss her." She whispered.

"Me too, Princess, me too." And the duo looked up at the night sky and wished that their favorite person was looking back at them.

~Fin

[thelov3lybookworm]

Remember Me? Part 7

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: Tagging this as Rhys x reader because rhysie makes an appearance.

don't really like how i wrote this chapter, but thats okay...right?

also, i wanna choke rhys to death

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Y/n locked the door behind her, trying her best to ignore the heated gaze she felt on the back of her head.

When she turned back to her son and him, she found him staring at her, his eyes unwavering. He felt guilty, that much she knew. What for, that she didn't.

Or maybe she did, but a part of her didn't want him to feel guilty because her son deemed him worthy of being given the title of his father.

That thought brought her to a conclusion. Talking to her son. Getting to know the reason he called the High lord of Autumn his father.

She smiled softly at Fin, deciding she'd talk to her neighbours about her abrupt departure later. She was going to ask one of her neighbour friends to let the home owner know of her departure and return the keys.

The walk to the ice cream shop was tense, though Fin obviously didn't notice as he told Y/n all about the things he and Eris did in Velaris. While Rhysand had been in their home, trying to manipulate Y/n into taking him back.

Eris occasionally chimed in, his eyes constantly fixed on Y/n, and she knew he was trying to get a reaction out of her.

Despite the fact that she barely knew anything about him and he only really cared about Fin, Y/n had a very weird feeling blooming in her chest.

Eris was... adorable.

Fin was holding both Y/n and Eris's hands as he hopped along he path, his excitement filling his little body with energy.

As soon as the ice cream shop came into view, the one where Eris and Fin had first met, Eris stilled, his leg hovering mid-air, his gaze fixed on something in the distance.

Y/n finally glanced at Eris for the first time since Fin had called him his father, a question bubbling in her mind.

Before she could ask him what the matter was, though, he turned to Y/n.

"You two proceed. I'll be right there. I remembered something I need to do."

Y/n's brow furrowed, but she nodded. The next moment, Eris was gone, vanishing between the crowd on the streets of Velaris.

"Mommy, can we go there first?" Fin questioned, making her look at him. She followed his gaze to where he was pointing. It was his favourite bakery.

"Why?" She asked, subconsciously looking around to catch a glimpse of that familiar head of hair the colour of fire.

"Because I want to say bye to Miss Alina."

Y/n's heart swelled at that. Alina was an old lady who ran the bakery, and both the old lady and Fin had taken a liking to each other. Alina had never married after her lover died, so she didn't have any family other than a dying brother. She doted on Fin as if he were her own grandchild. And Fin, having never known the love of a grandmother, had instantly become a loving grandchild to a practical stranger.

"Sure my love."

Fin grinned happily at that.

"Thank you mommy!"

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"Can I ask you something Fin?" Y/n questioned as she and Fin left the bakery.

Alina had practically been on the verge of tears the moment she found that Fin was leaving Velaris. As a result, she had stuffed anything she could find in sight into a paper bag and handed it to the little boy, telling him to eat all of it.

As fin walked, trying not to jostle his treats too much, he looked over at Y/n. "Yes mama."

"Why did you call Eris daddy?"

Fin nodded like it was the most reasonable question in the world. "Because he does everything daddies do."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Daddies play with children, take them out to have fun and let them eat ice creams."

Y/n held in a surprised laugh. "Where did you learn that?"

"By myself." Fin said proudly, puffing up his chest. "I noticed Sam's daddy did all those things for him."

"That is great my love."

After a moment's silence, Fin spoke again, though his voice was quieter. "Is he not my daddy?"

Y/n blinked. She wanted to say that Eris wasn't Fin's father, but it was as if a power greater than something Y/n could understand was controlling Y/n's words. "He is your daddy."

Fin's face brightened. Then he gasped at something in front of him, and Y/n lifted her head to follow his gaze. There, stood near the railing of the Sidra, exactly where they had first met, was Eris, a slash of a cruel smirk on his mouth. And he...

Was talking to Rhys.

Feyre and Nyx also stood there next to Rhys, watching the exchange between the two high lords.

The lapse in Y/n's focus gave Fin the perfect opportunity to break free of Y/n's hold and run to where Eris was standing.

"Daddy!" Fin squealed, the sound making Rhysand turn to look. His face broke into an disbelieving smile, his eyes going wide as he stared at Fin. His eyes met Y/n's for a moment, and he looked so grateful Y/n couldn't help but feel pity for him.

Fin ran straight into Eris's arms, laughing when Eris's hands found the little boy's ticklish areas and tickled, just a little before scooping him into his arms.

When Eris met Y/n's eyes, his were filled with weariness and caution, because he knew to never mess with a mother who was protective of her child. He still smiled widely at Fin, but his eyes spoke a whole different story.

And Y/n let a little, tiny smile bloom on her face as she walked towards Eris.

His eyes widened, his smile vanishing, his lips parting in surprise. That was when Y/n realised that she had never smiled much around Eris.

If she had, it had only been directed at Fin.

That had her feeling something she had not felt in a long time.

Feeling a heated gaze on the side of her head, she turned to find find Rhys glaring holes into her.

She tried not to swallow at the cold fire in that violet gaze.

She was intimidated, but still held eye contact with her former lover.

The tension in the air increased, the world ceasing to exist around Y/n and Rhysand.

A small, sinister smile curled his lips, and a shiver wound its way up Y/n's spine. The bags under his eyes and his overall tired look made him look like he was about to level the whole of Velaris for some fun.

Y/n felt guilty and wanted nothing more than to crawl to her true love, beg for his forgiveness and be with him again. Let him back in and love him in the all consuming way she had always loved him. Sit Fin down and tell him Eris was not his father and Rhys was.

Y/n?

Y/n jolted, blinking rapidly as she searched around for the mortal scum that had stolen her lover-

Fin was looking at Y/n when she turned to him, and concern was evident in his features.

And Y/n realised three things in that moment. The first being that two people had been in her mind. The second being that Feyre was concerned and had been trying to call for Y/n, and when she didn't respond, Feyre had slipped into Y/n's mind.

And that Rhys had been trying to control her again.

Her blood boiled as she met Rhys eyes again. They were hard now and filled with murderous intent.

"Daddy, can we get ice cream now? Then we can share the cupcakes miss Alina gave me." Fin asked, and that was enough to draw Y/n's attention.

Eris shot a look between Y/n and Rhys, his brows furrowed. Y/n shook her head slightly, and then Eris turned to Fin, smiling. "Sure, let's go."

Eris walked off, asking Fin about Alina's wellbeing. Y/n watched them go, smiling slightly at the happiness on Fin's face.

Every child deserved happiness without having to worry about anything.

But her stomach churned, knowing what she was about to do next might very well ruin a child's life.

Y/n turned back to where Feyre stood, holding Nyx in her arms. Feyre had a slight smile on her face, staring after Fin and Eris as Nyx began wiggling in Feyre's arms, and she let him onto the ground.

Nyx waddled the short distance to his father, looking up at the male with wide, innocent eyes as he tugged on Rhys's pants.

"Papa? Can we go too?" He asked in a sweet voice, one that would make anyone in the world cave to his demands.

Rhys didn't bother looking at the little boy. "No."

Nyx blinked, as if not having expected the answer. "Please papa."

Rhys sighed, his frustration showing through his voice. "I said no, Nyx. Can you not understand the simple answer?"

Nyx's lip wobbled, and Y/n's heart clenched. By the look on Feyre's face, she felt the same.

"Papa please. I want to eat ice cream with Finnie." The little boy was on the verge of tears, not used to such a harsh behaviour from his father.

Rhys shot a scathing glare at the little boy. "You want to go have fun with Finnie, go. I will not come with you. Cauldron, you are getting on my nerves now."

With that, Rhysand shot into the sky, muttering to himself.

Nyx stared after him, tears escaping his eyes as he started hiccuping and sobbing loudly.

Feyre dropped to her knees next to Nyx. "It's okay baby. You and I can get ice cream with Fin without daddy."

Nyx stomped angrily, pushing away Feyre's hands as they tried to wrap around him. "No! I don't want to get ice cream without papa."

Y/n could do nothing but watch helplessly, her own heart screeching in agony.

"I hate papa." He sobbed, wiping his nose on his sleeve furiosly, still staring at the fading figure of Rhys in the sky.

"You should not say that Nyx-"

"Do you not want to spend time with Fin?" Y/n cut Feyre off, crouching next to Nyx. "Fin is going away and might not be able to meet you for long time. You should at least come to say goodbye."

Nyx's crying ceased for a moment, soft hiccups shaking his body as he seemed to think on what Y/n had said.

He sniffed loudly, glancing at Feyre before nodding. "Okay."

Feyre and Y/n led Nyx into the ice cream shop where Fin was staring at all the flavours displayed, an adorable furrow in his brow, his tiny hands on his hip like he was contemplating the best way to attack his enemies. The moment the bell above the store chimed, Fin turned to look, his face brightening at the sight of Nyx. He motioned the younger boy to come forward, which Nyx did.

The moment Nyx left, Feyre turned to Y/n.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. About that..."

Y/n took a deep breath.

"I need to tell you something."

•○🌑○•

Part 8

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[danikamariewrites]

Can you do one where reader goes shopping with Rhys and he just spoils the hell out of reader? Like every time their gaze lingers for a second too long on a item he just buys it.

I would totally take his ass to a bookstore a load up on all of the books lol

Retail Therapy

Rhysand x reader

A/n: I too would take his ass to a bookstore and get everything I see. I literally dream about Rhys being my sugar daddy he would be the best at spoiling anyone. Sorry this is a short one

Warnings: a lil suggestive

Rhys had decided to pamper you today. The day started with a very pleasurable morning in bed. Then a full breakfast that and insisted you sit in his lap while he fed you.

After breakfast he had some work to do. “Relax, read for a while and then I’ll be back darling.” He said, kissing your forehead and heading for his office.

Only a half hour later Rhys was back and ushering you out the door towards town. “Rhysie, what are we doing in town?” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “Today is all about you my darling. Anything you want it’s yours.”

You squeal, hugging him tight. Rhys chuckles at how cute your reaction is. “Where would you like to go first?” Looking around the section of shops you spot a bookstore. You pull Rhys by the hand into the store.

Going up and down the aisles Rhys stares at you with a stupid lovesick smile, his violet eyes sparkling at your joy. You pick books up off the shelves until you and Rhys can’t hold anymore and go check out. The cashier bags them up for you and Rhys tells her to charge his account.

He holds all your bags for you as you race from store to store. From clothing, cosmetics, and little trinkets Rhys said yes to it all. You even got a little surprise for him later tonight.

Once you had done all the shopping you could, Rhys took you to your favorite cafe. You got an iced cinnamon vanilla latte to go so you could enjoy it on your walk home. You and Rhys walk arm in arm, you look up at him sipping on your drink.

Breaking out into a wide smile you lean your head against his shoulder. He pulls you in as close as he can with all the bags on his arms, dropping his head on yours.

When you got home Rhys had more work to do leaving you to unpack all your new purchases. You organized your new books on the shelves in your room. Then your new cosmetics and skincare. And finally, you hung up your new clothes stashing Rhys’ little surprise away for later.

Hours later Rhys calls you down for dinner. The twins weren't around and neither was your family. “Where is everyone?” Rhys sets the plates down on the table, his arms snaking around you from behind.

“I was a little selfish and told everyone that we were having an us night.” Turning in his grasp your hands play with the hair on the back of his head. “Aww my big Illyrian baby. So clingy today.” Pulling Rhys’ face down to yours so you can give his lips little pecks.

Just like breakfast, he pulls you to sit in his lap and once again insists on feeding you the meal he worked so hard. When you were done Rhys stood with you in his arms.

Back in your room, you shimmy out of Rhys’ hold. “Sit on the bed and close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.” Rhys strides over to the large bed, sitting and dramatically covering his eyes with his hands.

Hurrying into your closet you pull out the black see-through, lace lingerie set you bought today. Quickly changing into the set you stick your head out of the closet, catching Rhys peaking between his fingers.

“Hey! No peaking.” He laughs and closes his fingers. You strut out, stopping between his spread thighs. You pull his hands away from his face. “Open,” you whisper. Rhys’ eyes go wide at the sinful sight. His eyes becoming more black than violet.

“Do you like it?” His breath catches in his throat. “You look exquisite darling.” Rhys’ tongue darts across his lower lip, hands moving to hold your hips.

Straddling him you push Rhys’ chest so he lays flat on the bed. As you hover over him you trace the swirling tattoos on his exposed golden chest. “Will you take it off for me baby?” making your voice small and giving him a fake pout.

An excited growl escapes Rhys’ mouth as he gives you a feline grin. “Of course darling.” He flips you over and begins kissing down your body.

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[skyfallscotland]

Ok, House of Sky and Breath live reactions, final part! We're done! Only one more Maasverse book to go. Thank fuck

• Ithan noooo! How will Tharion ever survive if you die before he realises how perfect you are together?

• Oh, Tharion's actually here? Don't worry Dumb, Dumber is here to make sure you're ok 😭

• Wait??? Is Tharion with Hypaxia?? I mean...that's ok, she thinks Ithan's cute? We could make that threesome work??

• Ooooh Ruhn setting up his own Cinderella moment? 🥺 top tier shit!

• Ruhn's Cinderella moment getting ruined by the evil step-sister? Not top tier shit 😤

• WAIT, Hypaxia and Celestina?! Ok, that one I didn't see coming! Literally everyone in this fic book is in an arranged marriage and none of them want to be in it and honestly, I'm so tired of SJM using consent and rape as a plot device and barely ever touching the consequences

• Almost as sick as I am of Bryce and Hunt's sex drive. Shut the fuck up, honestly, you're insufferable!! I'm almost finished this book I think? I hope? And there's been barely any (worthwhile) plot whatsoever. I'm here for the smut, I love smut, but there is such a thing as too much and these two are so boring, I can't even. I'd rather eat stale bread, bye

• Lidia 😭😭 Imma take that as confirmation that I'm right and Day is the Hind. I have such a soft spot for the sister who was discarded and turned into a vicious little thing, may she get her own shadow wielder, she deserves it 😭🖤 Remi 🤝 Lidia forever

• "I don't have a foot fetish." You're BITING HER TOES 😭 I hate them istg

• Oh, we're talking about a war? Yeah, must be the last 200 pages.

• Tharion is such a fucking idiot. Maybe that’s why I ship him with Ithan—just...dumb and dumber.

• Baby Baxian being Danika's mate? Danika not telling Bryce a single thing? No, no, nope, not having it. Firstly, Baxian deserves better tbh. Secondly, Bryce is an idiot if she a) missed aaaall this and b) still thinks Danika was ever her friend, what a [insert c word here]

• It’s actually incredibly depressing how much emphasis she places on sex and the way the men are always thinking about sex. Like?? I’m not here for realism gal and I’d like a side of feelings with that. Ruhn is at least more interesting than Hunt in that regard, but still…ugh.

• “Your starborn bloodline specifically hailed from a small isle a few miles from the mainland….the isle existed in a near-permanent twilight” ACOTAR Dusk Court???

• Celestina being a backstabber? I was surprised tbh, you lulled me into a false sense of security in those many, many pages, good for you SJM, but also, fuck you for handing her someone as nice as Hypaxia, unless she's about to turn into a hidden psycho too

• YAY, the internet's worst kept secret is here! Hiiiii Rhysy! 👋🏼

• Also the internet: what if Azriel is Bryce’s real mate??? Me: what if Azriel and Bryce are related??? 👁️👄👁️ Not sure how my mind jumps to the complete opposite place of other people all the damn time but…here we are 🤷🏼‍♀️

Final impressions: • fuck that was a big book for not much happening • why the fuck did i ever need to find out anything about sofie or her brother at all, what a waste of time, really • danika's still winning the world's worst friend award, two books running • if i ever have to read about bryce and hunt having sex again it will be far too soon.

[shadowqueenjude]

Lucien finally loses his shit and does something crazy part 10

Lucien and company fight Koschei and the Inner Circle to free Vassa! This is the final part.

Lucien didn’t show any fear in his gaze. He only smirked slowly at the High Lord of the Night Court. “Hello, Rhys,” he crooned.

Rhys bared his teeth at him. “Lucien Spell-Cleaver. I should’ve realized it was you and not that bitch. It’s not like she ever bothered to do anything in her life, has she?”

“Like you can talk, you piece of shit,” Eris retorted. “In five hundred years, what exactly, have you done for the Illyrian women? Or Mor’s people?”

Rhysand sneered at Eris. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re a snake, too.” “At least the snake has a job besides kidnapping women and holding them hostage,” Nesta replied.

Ire rippled in Rhysand’s eyes. Shadows began to form around him. “You messed with the wrong male, Lucien. For a male so smart, you’re certainly slow to learn.”

Lucien didn’t balk from Rhysand’s gaze, even as he tried to assert his Fae dominance over him. Fuck that. He was a High Lord too. That was the first time he had admitted it to himself, but it was true. His brothers had known it long before Lucien had acknowledged it, had tried to kill him for it. He would not back down now.

“Don’t you know what light and flame does to dark and shadows, Rhysie-poo?” Lucien said mockingly. Cassian at his side snarled. He had been glaring at Nesta for the past few minutes, but now turned to Lucien. “Or should I give you a hint?”

Cassian glared daggers at Lucien. “Back down, dog,” Lucien drawled. He knew there were flames in his eyes as his innate Fae dominance asserted itself over Cassian and he reluctantly backed off. Tamlin, Eris, Jurian and the Archerons began closing in, Tamlin, Feyre and Elain on his left, Nesta, Eris, and Jurian on his right. Similarly, the Inner Circle closed in around Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel on either side, Mor beside Azriel and Amren next to Cassian. “Oh, this will be fun,” Koschei laughed. “I don’t even need to do anything. Just watch you destroy each other!” Nesta launched herself at Cassian, Tamlin at Azriel. Jurian started fighting Amren, Eris taking on Mor. Feyre was guarding Elain. Which left Lucien to take on Rhysand. Rhysand smiled sinisterly. “Let’s see how your training matches with mine, son of Helion.”

Lucien was relieved the walls of his mind were as impenetrable as they were as Rhysand unleashed the full force of his magic on him. He had been practicing it ever since he had taken on the role of Night Court emissary. He didn’t give a shit what they said, he’d never trust the males who played with minds as if they were toys. Lucien called to his flames, but it was the light that answered, blaring so bright that Rhysand was blinded for a moment. “Ow!” Lucien struck quickly, stabbing him in the shoulder before blasting him with fire. Rhysand blew it away on a night-cool wind.

Rhysand glared up at him with those night-blue eyes. “Son of a bitch.”

“Are you already tired, old man?” Lucien cooed. “Past your bedtime? Should I tuck you into bed?”

Rhysand snarled and darted out, but Lucien was prepared. Rage had made the Night Court High Lord sloppy. Lucien ducked and kneed him in the jewels. Rhysand instantly bent over in pain. Lucien might have felt sympathy if he hadn’t been a total piece of shit. Lucien arced his knife towards Rhysand’s back but was met with a hard shield. Undeterred, Lucien blasted Rhysand with burst after burst of light.

“None of your shields will hold as long as I’m here, Rhys darling,” Lucien crooned.

Rhysand snarled, but Lucien saw he was blushing. Lucien didn’t have time to wonder if it was embarrassment or arousal that caused the reaction as he hurled his dagger straight at Rhysand. But Rhysand winnowed away. Lucien whipped around, expecting him to come from behind when Rhysand winnowed right in front of him and aimed for his neck. Lucien was too late to stop the blow. But Tamlin wasn’t.

Somehow, he had seen Lucien and Rhysand fighting and anticipated the move from Rhysand. Perhaps from when he had taught him Illyrian techniques. Before Rhysand could stab Lucien, Tamlin tackled Rhysand. Azriel, now without anyone fighting him, turned to Lucien, but hesitated.

The bastard was remembering that Lucien had spared his life.

Lucien met the shadowsinger’s stare. “Is Rhysand really the kind of male you want to serve your whole life, Azriel?” He jerked his chin at the spot where Rhysand and Tamlin tussled on the ground. “The male who has been sitting on his ass for 500 years, who uses people like weapons?”

Azriel hesitated a moment longer. Then he charged with his sword. But not at Lucien. No, the shadowsinger shoved Tamlin off of Rhysand and drove his sword straight through his neck all the way into the ground. It was so unexpected that Rhysand only had time to widen his eyes slightly before he was dead. Meanwhile, Cassian was unable to land a single blow on Nesta owing to her silver flames. His superior fighting skills didn’t matter when faced with magic so raw and potent. Jurian was almost through with Amren. Without her deadly powers, Amren was exceptionally vulnerable, and Jurian had fought a war against the Fae. He was the superior fighter. Lucien and Azriel went after Koschei, who was now gathering his powers and staring down at Feyre and Elain with a look of foreboding. Lucien wondered why in the world Feyre was trying to face Koschei when he remembered Elain’s prophecy. One of many shall shatter his soul, return the part back to the whole.

Koschei couldn’t be killed because his soul was detached from his body. That had to be who the prophecy was referring to. And one of many- Feyre was one human turned High Fae as a result of the powers of each of the High Lords. One of many must be her.

Lucien sprinted towards them, his only thought to keep his mate out of harm’s way as Koschei leered at them. It had been a mistake to bring her here, when she did not possess any fighting abilities-

Although she had shot that arrow. Lucien hadn’t registered it at the time, but for a first timer, it was an impeccable aim. Perhaps it wasn’t her first time. So somehow, Lucien wasn’t surprised at all when Elain pulled out a bow from underneath her clothes. Elain didn’t like violence- Lucien knew that- but she was willing to do what was necessary to protect those she cared about. And it seemed she had learned some archery.

Lucien reached the Archeron sisters, muttering to Feyre, “You can’t attack his body. He’s protected.”

Feyre smiled. “Then perhaps I can attack his mind.”

Lucien nodded grimly. “We’ll keep him occupied.”

Koschei smiled. “Lucien, Lord of Light, bastard of Autumn. Come to die.”

Lucien knew he was about to die.

Knew Rhysand’s power was nothing compared to Koschei’s as the full force of it fell upon them. It took every inch of his magic to avoid being incinerated. Koschei’s shield pushed and shoved at his magic, and Lucien dove as he released the shield and missed the blast of dark power by inches. Koschei aimed at Elain, and Lucien just managed to intercept the magic with fire and blast it away. He reached for Elain, covering her body with his. He weathered storm after storm Koschei sent after him, burning away whatever he could and letting the rest wash over them. Lucien hollered as the effort threatened to kill him. His body was cover in sweat and ice burns started to appear on his forearms.

Lucien closed his eyes. He only hoped his efforts would save his mate’s life, since it was too late for him.

“Lucien,” Elain whispered. “Look.”

Lucien opened his eyes and looked up. Koschei’s powers had stopped. His eyes had gone blank. Feyre must have finally broken into his mind. Lucien walked towards Feyre cautiously, Elain trailing him. After several minutes, Feyre opened her eyes and smiled triumphantly. “I found his soul. I’ve bound it to his body. He can be killed now.”

In that very moment, Koschei’s eyes regained focus. He let out a howl of rage and blasted Feyre. Feyre barely had time to put up a shield before she was flying through the air.

“Not my sister, you ASSHOLE!” Nesta screamed. She rushed toward them, Eris and Azriel beside her. Nesta erupted into flames, Eris joining her.

“Let’s see how your death powers match against my Cauldron-stolen gift,” Nesta hissed.

Koschei’s eyes widened in terror as silver and crimson flame from Nesta and Eris blasted him. Lucien after a beat joined with whatever flames he had remaining.

Twin pillars of flame shall conquer Death.

Koschei didn’t stand a chance.

Whatever power he had, Nesta, joined with the might of two High Lords, was far stronger. Koschei was soon reduced to nothing but cool mist.

Nesta turned to Lucien, not even winded, “Can you break Vassa’s curse now?”

Lucien reached out towards Vassa with his magic. “Yes, I can.”

A flash of light, and Vassa was walking towards them. She spotted Lucien and sprinted towards him. Lucien laughed as Vassa hugged him tightly. “Where is Jurian?”

Lucien turned towards the spot where he’d last seen Jurian fighting Amren. He walked towards them now, limping heavily on one leg but otherwise looking no worse for wear. His eyes widened when he saw Vassa, and he started limping towards them faster. When they finally reached each other, Vassa yanked his head down to hers for a kiss. Jurian pulled away faster than Lucien expected, and it was his eyes that he met when he said, “Tamlin is badly wounded.”

Shit. He’d completely forgotten about Tamlin in the heat of battle. Lucien sprinted over to Tamlin. He was still in the spot he had been when he had been fighting Rhysand. He cradled a wound near his chest, and it was still oozing blood slowly. It must have been disastrous if it was not healing.

“Tam,” Lucien said as he bent over his body. Tears flew down his cheeks, and he was too worried to be ashamed. “Tam, please.” Lucien reached for his magic to heal him, but he was drained. They all were. “No,”

Tamlin smiled weakly at Lucien. “It’s ok, Lucien. I don’t regret it. Saving your life.”

“You idiot,” Lucien hissed through his tears. “You just had to be the goddamn hero, didn’t you?”

“I just want my friend back.” Tamlin stared at Lucien earnestly. “I… hope…you…can…forgive me.” It seemed every breath was an effort for Tamlin now.

“I already forgave you, fool,” Lucien said quietly. “Don’t leave me now.”

“You’ll…take…care…of…my…people. And Feyre. I trust you.”

“Don’t give up, Tam! I can’t lose anybody else!”

Tamlin smiled again. His face was so pale now, but there was no pain. Only clarity. “I’ll always be with you, brother.”

His heartbeats got slower and slower.

No. Not again.

He was back in the Autumn Court, Jesminda dying in his arms.

No no no no no no.

The mother spoke in his ears once more.

I warned you, Lucien. I warned you. I'M SO SORRY TAMLIN FANS. THIS ONE FUCKING HURT TO WRITE.

[thunderwingdoomslayer]

Some rhysie reaction gifs if you want them 😊

[folkorae]

@rhysie : “ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “ nesta!

Nesta doesn't respond at first but her reaction says it all ; she may have been a little annoyed and rolled her eyes at him but Nesta wouldn't leave the high lord bleeding like that either. The inner circle already has enough reasons to think she is a bad person. They have a lot of problems, they both have a lot to resolve and talk about — and Nesta knows that if something happens to Rhysand, Feyre will suffer in the process. Nesta didn't think twice about tearing the sleeve of her dress and stopping his bleeding ( waiting for his powers to take effect to start healing ). “ I’m not doing this for you. I don’t want to have to deal with a crying, angry baby if you die. ” She's talking about Cassian, he would also be devastated, destroyed, if something happened to Rhysand.

[wastingyourgum]

Another Rhysie reactions round up!

More of the various gifs I've made, mostly for dicking about on discord but useful in a wide variety of situations!

Cost to you for using? One shiny reblog, please! ;)

Including a shiny new one...

And a bonus Jonno, because why not, he's pretty, I don't have to explain myself to you...

[Previous Rhysie reactions]

[snailpdf]

Given the options it was harder to choose than I expected, but I gotta go with what I know and I KNOW I want more from The Devil Doesn't Bargain. <3

hehehe, was being ambiguous meant to encourage people to pick the familiar option? who can say ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌

minimal context: tim is playing jack at a hyperion event!

Tim ignores Rhys' confused expression, choosing instead to survey the crowd of people waiting for his attention.

"Well, Rhysie," Tim says, grinning, "Let's go bless the masses with my presence." He places a proprietary hand on the back of Rhys' neck to draw him along, forgetting until he makes contact with bare skin that he isn't wearing gloves.

Rhys shutters visibly, his eyes snapping over to Tim as he allows himself to be led into the venue. Tim masks his own reaction to the touch, playing at everything being normal. It sucks that this is just going to further cement Jack as his soulmate in Rhys' eyes, but there isn't much Tim can do about that.

He moves his hand to the small of Rhys' back instead.

[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

See, when I read TOG, I had the same reaction about Rowan then I did a reread of ACOTAR and realized Rhys will always be that male for me lol

My top 3 of sjm males

1. Rhys

2. Rowan

3. Cassian

(honestly Cassian and Rowan are constantly fighting for 2nd so 2 and 3 are interchangeable lol)

I’m glad I’m not the only one!! Rowan is hot as hell and he gives me Geralt of Rivia vibes soooo much, which is amazing. But Rhys is always gonna be number 1, he’s unmatched.

Before starting TOG my ranking was 1. Rhys, 2. Azriel, and 3. Cassian but now that I’ve gotten into the other books Rowan is fighting for his place and he’s gonna get 2 or 3 on there for sure, it’ll just never be 1. That’s Rhysies. He might not be High King of Prythian but man is High King of my heart

[redbleedingrose]

I love how you had the same reaction that I had to seeing Rhys’ thigh in that fan art lol 😭 I am the biggest slut for men who have beefy thighs and beefy arm, shoulder, and back muscles.

Now, if only that blanket can move over to the right juuuust a little bit then we’re good. I’ll be content with life. I’m so mad this bitch ain’t real. It would fix so many problems I have 😔

ITS SO BIG AND STRONG AND MUSCULAR!!!! Like….

Lemme just scootch into that lap daddy Rhysie!

I know!!! I think about that all the time, but if Rhys was my man, life would be a lot easier. He just takes care of you like no other male, and I would feel so secure!

Sigh…. Alas…

[acourtofthought]

Hello, hello!! Thanks for answering my Tamlin-Vassa question! :D

First, those readers who say that Elain hasn't been nice to Lucien are the same as the characters who expect Elain to be nice just because that's all they expect from her. She's....nice. Feyre and Nesta were openly angry and terrible at their own mates. Why can't Elain be the way she is? Oh because she's Elain and she has to be "nice"? Pleeeease. This is exactly why Rhys said that Elain might be that way because that's what's expected of her. My babygirl Rhys can be an asshole sometimes, but BACK OFF, he's right okay? LMFAO. When he told Az to back the f*** up, I was like I always knew I loved you for a reason Rhysie. SJM uses him many times to express HER own thoughts. That's why they turn out right most of the time.

Second, I think Vassa and Tamlin could be interesting just because Tamlin needs a good whipping. Hahahaha. Vassa might be able to do it. But at the end of the day, I feel like his story ties in with Lucien and Tamlin won't be getting any romance. He might die, who knows? I am pretty neutral with him at this point. He can get a redemption or no redemption, I can deal with it.

Third, I don't think Lucien and Vassa work because they are both associated with fire. Fire and fire do not necessarily work for a harmonious relationship. SJM retconned a lot when she decided that Nesta and Lucien, who are both associated with fire, would not work because they'd probably kill each other. That same reasoning could be applied to Lucien and Vassa. Also, when Lucien tells Feyre about Vassa for the first time, he says that he thinks they'd get along. My immediate reaction was--oh, so he kinda sees Vassa the way he sees Feyre, maybe not as close with that much history, but very much as a friend (Feycien bestfriendship for the win! What do you think about that friendship btw?) or maybe like a sister. When Lucien blushed at the end of ACOWAR, I don't think it was because of Vassa, but because Feyre called him an acolyte, meaning that he, a Fae, was suddenly very pro-human. Lulu has come a long way. Also, the way Lucien calls Jurian and Vassa as "being at each other's throats" sounds very much like TENSION. And Lucien sounded more annoyed about having to deal with their fighting. You know, it amazes me how well Lucien can make friends and get along with so many people. He just manages to transform himself as necessary and it's not fake. It's just who he is.

Finally, yes, my friend accepted all this. The conversation started with her being like aw Elain and Az. By the end of it aka 20 minutes later, she was on my side. It didn't take much convincing because AGAIN, she's just a casual reader.

Thanks for letting me rant!!! And for answering my question! I know I basically asked more in this one but heh. You just answer so fast and you answer so well!

PS. I want Dorian and Manon to get their own novella. I need their HEA. I am a Dorian girl. You? Lorcan, Rowan or Dorian? Also, did you see the new SJM interview from yesterday? It sounds like we should be getting news about CC 3 soon! I want her to get that out already so that we can move on to ACOTAR 5!!! Heh.

Much love! <3

I'm so excited to get a follow up from you!

And I LOVE that you pointed out the hypocrisy for those that were accepting of Nesta and Feyre being cold toward Cassian and Feyre while not being accepting of Elain who was possibly in an even worse position with Lucien considering she was engaged and in love with Graysen (whereas Feyre had chosen to leave Tamlin). Elain is nice but....she deserves to feel what she's feeling for as long as she needs to feel it especially because choosing not to engage with someone that you've never really met before is not actually "mean". No, she's not handling it in the socially polite and appropriate way but she's not going out of her way to insult him or spit venom at him. They have a bond but that doesn't come with a set of rules she has to follow. And so far Lucien hasn't asked, "will you consider our bond?" so it's not like she's refusing to answer direct questions he's asking her.

And I agree. Rhys pulling rank in the POV is a highly debated one but why would he sit there and say, "go for it man!" when Az said nothing about caring for Elain as a person, nothing about being over Mor, and only focused on the fact that his brothers got a bond so why didn't he? Rhys isn't acting like a High Lord, he's acting like a protective older brother (in law) who basically had a buddy tell him he wanted to Hit it and Quit it with his little sister. Taking the political stuff out of the equation, that fact alone was reason enough for him to put his foot down. Rhys had every reason to think Az was just using Elain for a good time since he knew he couldn't have the female he had wanted for centuries.

Hahaha! I love your take on Vassa and Tamlin and I do agree. Because she would be the kind of female who wouldn't let him get away with ANY-THING. Which I kind of think someone like Tamlin needs, the type to match every attempt he makes at exerting control over a situation with their own dominance. But I also see what you see. Tamlin's story will definitely cross with Lucien's and I don't think a Tamlin romance is going to be a focus of that. I think we'll see the mending of their friendship (whether they'll ever be as close, I'm not sure) and Tamlin figuring out what he's going to do in terms of his Court and I think love is just not in the near future for him.

And YES!!! SJM rarely does literal matching of a couples powers. Aelin was Fire and Rowan was Wind, Ice, Lightning. Bryce is the ability to wield Starlight and Hunt is Lightning. They might play off one another like Cassian and Nesta both being a sort of Lord and Lady of War and Death with their individual powers but they still have their differences. Feyre is the exception to that rule because of how she was Made but Vassa being a Firebird and Lucien being a Lord of Flame are too matchy in my opinion. And also what you said. The way Lucien views Vassa is how he seemed to have viewed Feyre and that is not in a romantic way. I feel like when these characters develop new relationships, it almost replaces a similar relationship they had with someone else. Like Nesta. She's always protected Elain but we can see that relationship changing and I think they're headed in different directions. Gwyn is someone Nesta also has this need to protect and holds up on a pedestal (in a similar manner as she did Elain). I think it's a healthier relationship than what she had with Elain but I do notice similarities and it's almost like Gwyn will now fill that spot that Elain vacated but in a different way because Gwyn has been able to prove to Nesta that she's capable on her own.

I don't think Lucien and Feyre will ever have the same friendship they shared in the beginning of the series though I do imagine they'll mend any discomfort that currently exists. But her place is now in the NC and Lucien's is not. So his new "Feyre" seems to be Vassa, doesn't it? And I could easily see Vassa becoming Elain's new Nesta / Feyre. A friend with an extremely bold and slightly abrasive personality but not one who will coddle her as the others did because the sister dynamic (and everything that goes along with growing up together) isn't there. I feel like Feyre and Vassa may have gotten along under different circumstances but I think the fact that they are two "leaders" who seem to expect the other to respect their position as "leader" caused tension for them during their first meeting. Vassa came off as a bit demanding to Feyre and Nesta and I don't think Feyre cared much for that considering she might have felt she deserved to be treated in a higher regard.

Seriously, I feel like I'm loving everything you're saying because I also agree with what you said over Lucien blushing. I don't think it had anything to do with him having feelings for Vassa (which wouldn't make sense considering he's still looking at Elain with longing a year later) but because Feyre is basically calling him out in front of his Mate for expressing positivity about someone and something and YES, the fact that he had such issues with humans in the start of the series and now he's giving them accolades. I actually love his time in the Human Lands for this reason because Elain was the most attached to her humanity and it's going to make him more understanding of what she lost.

And yes again (I'm a broken record at this point), I completely agree that Lucien is a bit exasperated by Jurian and Vassa. Here he was, thinking he was living with two friends and now it's turning into a hate / love trope between Jurian and Vassa and he's starting to feel like a third wheel.

I would love a Dorian novella too! I understand why we didn't get more (it wouldn't have felt realistic in the time frame given but it's still tough when things are left so open ended). I was a huge fan of Lorcan and Elide's story as well so I'm a bit bummed there's was so fade to black.

Thank you again for the additional message, it was really fun going back and forth on these things with you! ❤️

[shallyne]

Feysandmonth Day 6: Obsession

another one

another fluffy piece. There will be a lot of fluff without plot this month and I hope you'll like it.

Words: 827

TW: none

Feyre gets a tattoo by her boyfriend, Rhys.

She welcomed the pain. Honestly, she was very excited about it. Not just because of the result she had planned together with her boyfriend for quite some time now but also because it gave her a chance to watch him as he was absorbed in his work. As a strand of his raven black hair fell into his face. Feyre raised her hand and brushed it back. "Thank you." he murmured. She smiled at him, even if he didn't see it. She couldn't keep her excitement back when she was around him, even two years in their relationship. They had met when Feyre got her first tattoo. Before she got her first tattoo. She was looking for good artists that she could trust and that's how she found Rhys. They started talking and Rhys showed her his previous works and not long after, Feyre got her first tattoo. It wasn't as scary as she thought because she fully trusted Rhys. After that day they kept in contact but it wasn't until two months later that Rhys asked her out on a date and that's when they started dating. Now they were here, two years and a few tattoos later.

"What are you thinking about?" Rhys asked.

"Just how excited to see it when it's finished." Feyre answered.

"Me too." he answered.

Feyre turned her head when the door opened. Cassian smirked at her, crossing his arms. "Again?" he asked. He stopped at her side, looking at Rhys's work. "Oh, your hand? Does it hurt?"

"Not yet." Feyre grinned. Cassian pulled a chair closer and sat down. "You don't mind, do you?"

"No, it's nice actually. Rhys doesn't talk when he's focused." Feyre said. Rhys chuckled and Cassian snorted in response. "You could have told me before. I would have held your hand the whole time."

Feyre rolled her eyes at Cassian. "I don't need anyone to hold my hand, I'm a big girl, you know."

"I know you don't but it's still nice, isn't it?"

Feyre sighed. "I suppose." and took Cassians outstretched hand. He winked at her and started to talk about his day. That he just came back from the gym and how he kicked Azriels ass. Feyre held back her giggle to keep still as he spoke. Rhys threw some corrections in as Cassian told her about the time where he kicked Rhys's ass. He stayed the whole time as Rhys worked on her tattoo and towards the end, Azriel joined them too.

"Another one?" he asked. Feyre snorted at the similar reactions between Cassian and Azriel.

"I think she's obsessed." Cassian answered for her. "It's our fault."

"Don't worry, Cass. I had most of them already planned before I met you guys."

"Oh really?" he asked. "How many more do you have planned?"

"One." she answered and smirked at him. "Or two."

Azriel chuckled, standing behind Rhys and watching him work.

Cassian grinned and leaned forward. "Where?"

She planted her hand on his face and pushed him back. "None of your business."

"Is it?" he asked. "Do you really want Rhys to do all of your tattoos?"

"You're right, I should give him a break." Cassian nodded. "Azriel is doing the next."

Cassian gasped, holding his heart. "I am wounded, Archeron."

"Did you design it?" Azriel interrupted Cassians dramatics. She smiled at him. "I did!"

"I like it." he replied.

"What would your mother think about your tattoos?" Cassian asked. They both grinned as Feyre replied. "She would hate it!" She held up her free hand and they high fived at that. Rhys laughed when they did and Azriel shook his head, smiling.

When Rhys leaned back, telling her that were done, Cassian leaned over to inspect her hand. "Good job, Rhysie." Feyre held her hand up to show Azriel, he nodded approvingly.

"I love it!" Feyre said. Rhys beamed at her.

"Wait, turn around. I want to take a picture." Cassian said. Feyre laughed and turned to him. He turned her arm until he was satisfied and took the picture. Azriel did the same, quiet as always. "I'll send it to you, Rhys."

As Rhys cleaned his stuff, Azriel and Cassian said goodbye and went home. Feyre waited for Rhys, so they could finally head home, too. When he walked back to her, he slid his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her temple. "You really like it?" he asked.

"I promise you, I love it! It's beautiful." she said, pressing a quick kiss on his mouth. "I can't wait until Nesta sees it, she's gonna have a heart attack."

Rhys smiled. "You cruel thing."

"Me? Never." she said as she took his hand and they headed home. "You know I already have a plan for the next one."

"The one on your back?" Rhys asked.

"Exactly, that one! I already sketched it out." she explained.

Rhys laughed, pulling her closer to him. "I can't wait to see it."

[achaotichuman]

What the fuck indeed. Thank you to @scrungocapitalism for this comment!

I think I've touched on this point on other rants before, but I want to go into more detail.

To start, let's take a look at some definitions.

Now, let's recount the events of what led up to Feyre and Lucien appearing as having an affair.

If anyone notices any wrong details please point them out, I am going off of memory here.

Feyre pretends to have a nightmare, she thrashes around in her sheets in such a violent manner that she knows Lucien will hear her, and feel pity for her. Setting up a scene where Lucien will feel guilty if he refuses her.

She goes to his rooms, and continues the act of pretending she had a horribly violent nightmare, and doesn't want to go to her husband for comfort, she wants only him. Putting them in a situation where she is in another's man room in the middle of the night, in only a nightgown, while he is only half-dressed. And naturally this act lays the guilt on thick if he were to refuse her.

So, Lucien comforts her, by holding her. However, he is under the impression she is terrified and desperately needing comfort, so he does this as a first instinct to calm her down. He is not aware, that Feyre is touching him so that she can make it look as though they were having a sexual affair.

She then waits until she knows Tamlin will be around, and then looks up at Lucien, in a way that Feyre describes as "Looking like they had just finished, or were about to start."

Tamlin sees them, and immediately assumes what Feyre wanted him to assume. She does all of this, knowing she is going to get a reaction out of Tamlin that will cause Tamlin to stop trusting Lucien, and wedge their relationship apart.

Hmmmm, tricking someone into being in a sexual position with you so that you can frame them as having being involved in an affair with you, despite them not wanting to be with you, and not wanting to appear like they are with you. Shall we refer back to our definitions? Tricking someone into a sexual situation with you, is by definition sexual assault. Feyre tricked Lucien, it was part of plan to destroy the Spring Court. Feyre sexually abused Lucien in this scene.

Not to mention, Feyre has such a lack of care for Lucien, especially in situations like this. Near the end of the whole Spring Court destruction plan, she was about to abandon Lucien and leave him to be raped by Ianthe, and only turns back because "Oh but poor Rhysie was almost raped by her, better turn back!"

I honestly, cannot keep defending Feyre anymore. Not that I really have, but I've always viewed her as a young woman who was taken advantage of by Rhysand, and groomed into acting like this. Which, do not mistake me, she was, however, there is a point where, what Feyre did was not all Rhysand. Rhysand didn't know her plan, he encouraged her absolutely, but he did not specifically tell her to abuse Tamlin and Lucien, and leave the Spring Court for dead. She did all of that entirely by herself, and feels no remorse for it.

The more I think about what Feyre has done, how she did them and why she went about them, the more I just cannot stand her. She is just... beyond hope at this point.

ACOTAR Rant

Have y'all missed these? I have. The rambling juice machine is running again apparently.

Okay, so I just saw a post @an6elic-d3vil made about the scene in Frozen where Elsa freezes Anna's heart reminding them of Tamlin's outburst in the study in ACOMAF, and it triggered a very very long rant about this. You can find the original post here, I didn't want to hijack it with my senseless rambling.

Also, side note, I think I've gone into some detail about what I'm going on about here before. I don't think I've ever made a full explanation of my line of thinking. But just to preface, if I get a singular comment or reblog calling me an abuse apologist, a victim blamer or a misogynist, you will not be acknowledged and you will be blocked.

Anyway, onto the rant.

Honestly, this is the best example of what happened between Tamlin and Feyre. No one blames Elsa for harming Anna, despite her finally accessing full power, no one would expect her to have full control over them, she had lived in fear of them her entire life. She saw herself as a monster who could hurt or potentially kill Anna, and when eventually pushed to her absolute breaking point, she exploded. Anna wasn't at fault either, but later on, it's clear she recognized that Elsa wasn't in full control, and that what she had done was not an example of her true character but a reaction she had no control over.

It's the same situation with Feyre, minus how Anna handled the situation, Tamlin had just gotten back the full extent of his powers, whilst still under immense stress. He canonically did not want the High lord's magic, and viewed himself as a monster who could hurt or potentially kill those around him. He lived in fear of himself, and when eventually pushed to his absolute breaking point, he exploded. It was a natural reaction that he had no control over whatsoever. Feyre was not at fault for it either, but unlike Anna, Feyre actively went out of her way to attribute this outburst to Tamlin's true character, when it was obviously a reaction that he actively regretted.

Tamlin then tried to reign in his magic, despite still being under immense stress, and having to deal with power that was out of control. He tried to be better, but unlike Anna with Elsa, who tried to help Elsa, Feyre sabotaged his attempts and purposefully pushed him to the point that he would lose control of his magic, and then put herself in harms way so that she could ruin his reputation.

When you look at it how it is and not through the eyes of Feyre's biased POV, what Feyre did to Tamlin when she returned to the Spring Court, is far more sinister.

Was Feyre being harmed by Tamlin's outburst of magic the first time her fault? No, of course not.

Was Feyre being harmed by Tamlin's outburst of magic the second time, when she manipulated him into having an attack, and then went out of her way to ensure he harmed her so that she could ruin his reputation and therefore destabilize the Court, her fault? HMMMMM....

Not to mention that throughout that scene, at least from my shitty memory, Tamlin was aware that he was slowly reaching his breaking point, and telling, practically pleading with Feyre, to stop, so that he didn't hurt her by accident.

Hmm, an orchestrated pattern of behavior, in this case preying on your partner's fear and high-functioning anxiety that is driven by their intense trauma, that centers around forcing a reaction out of them so that you can maintain power and control over how other people perceive them for your own personal gain? Sounds a lot like...

On a side note, I'm also kind of done with the continued rhetoric that Feyre should have 'just gone after Tamlin' and left the rest of the Spring Court alone. Because, honest to God, explain to me why she is justified in abusing Tamlin.

"He locked her up." She was attempting to follow him onto dangerous territory, despite being untrained, in a new body, and having a history of running into dangerous situations and winding up needing to saved. Even when it came to Amarantha, Feyre DIED. She has never succeeded once in protecting herself on her own when in a highly dangerous situation, she always ended up needing someone beside her or to rescue her.

"He was controlling her." He had a few sentries ensure that she would not be in harm's way. They had Amarantha's big boss coming at them and Feyre just killed one of his biggest assets, you don't think that Tamlin wouldn't be smart enough to know that Hybern would have his eyes set on Feyre?

Should Tamlin have helped Feyre in training her new powers? Yes. Did his fear of losing Feyre again blind him to what she actually needed? Also yes. But I implore you to refer to the Elsa and Anna example above. Now, that's a little bit different, Elsa was the one locking herself away, but the principle remains. Elsa controlled Anna in not allowing her to marry Hans, hiding information that caused the entire plot of the movie, and wound up harming Anna significantly because of this. But the important thing to note is that, Elsa didn't know any better. How could she have known that Anna would be able to handle this information when it literally almost killed them as kids? Plus, no one would ever say Elsa wasn't entirely correct in telling Anna she could not marry Hans, she did know better in that regard. Why would Tamlin want to involve Feyre in more magic, when she literally died a few months ago after getting too involved with Fae? And why would Tamlin not know better than Feyre when it came to her following him on a dangerous mission, he has been in these situations before, and knows more about them.

Feyre was traumatized and needed a space that Tamlin could not give her, but Tamlin needed a space that Feyre couldn't give him either. They didn't help each other, they weren't physically able to, and neither were in a mental state in which they could successfully care for the other. And that is neither of their fault. But I again ask you, why is that a reason that Feyre should be allowed to abuse Tamlin as 'punishment'?

I have absolutely strayed from the original point I wanted to make, but I'm sort of glad I did. I've never considered Elsa and Anna as a possible example of Feyre and Tamlin's relationship and yet, it's almost a perfect reflection. Trauma will change the way people think, and when panicked people lose their rationale. Tamlin should have done things differently, and later on, when he saw how his actions led to Feyre ending up in the Night Court, he actively tried to be better.

If any of you have anything to add, please do. I think there is also something to be said about the power imbalance between Feyre and Tamlin, but I think it's also similar to that of Elsa and Anna, where Elsa is Queen and Anna is the Princess.

Also, obviously, Feyre's fucked up perception of Tamlin is driven by SJM trying to break up Feylin to make Feysand happen, so a lot of things that Tamlin does are just... very random? They happen not because, Tamlin as a character would do that, but because SJM is trying to make Tamlin a horrible person. Which she is failing to do, because all of these things happen off screen, e.i killing the sentries who were on duty when Morrigan kidnapped Feyre, giving Lucien a black eyes and a split lip, etc. We don't see the very random acts of cruelty on screen, and if we do see acts of cruelty, they tend to be for a good reason. For example, the wraiths that had nothing to give for the Tithe, and Tamlin being like "Well you give something, or you're gonna be hunted down." This happens because, one- everyone has to do it, no exceptions are ever made, and two- what each person has is calculated and their taxes are all equal to the amount they have, which is extremely fair tbh.

So, yeah, this is my very long post of why Feyre is actually a really shitty character and what she did to Tamlin and the Spring Court was not a #girlyboss move, but actually a "You abused your ex for funzies" move.