#c; rhysand

[hcpefuldreaming]

@allthatglxtters (Feyre & Rhysand)

It felt strangely inevitable to have taken this time to process everything, all of the memories that she had regained through both that very kiss she gave Rhys, and through reading some of it prior to the encounter, had left her overwhelmed and upset at first, but as she went back home after their argument, she took that time to process it all and remember Mor's words when she had been left in that cabin in solitude. The one main difference was that she wasn't painting her home in the same way she had the cabin, no, her home was already covered in her art, but the store was another story, there were a number of easels displayed in front of her as she painted out her thoughts and memories, feeling more relaxed with each brush stroke on the canvas, the shine of her ring on her left finger occasionally blinding her when the reflection of the sun through the window bounced off of the gorgeous piece.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there today, but once the last canvas was done, she moved them to the storage room one by one, not wanting anyone else to see them at the moment before she locked the place up and winnowed her way over to Rhys' home, though she almost regretted it immediately, thinking that walking would have helped her get her thoughts put together better and once she rang his doorbell, she froze and waited, anxiety making her heart beat a little quicker until she sees him and her shoulders drop in visible relief. "I'm ready for us to talk."

[hcpefuldreaming]

"Oh, so it was like an eye-opening moment in realizing like, 'yeah, this feels natural.'" She muses with a nod of her head in understanding, smiling softly up at him. "I will, I'm not sure if I can even make myself have wings yet again, and that may take me a minute to re-adjust to.

Feyre's eyes narrowed at the comment about Eris as she shook her head. "The only complaint I may have about the titles was that I didn't get much backstory on them, and if you don't tell me, I'd be alright if he did, if he knew what they were. What would be so provoking about helping me?"

"I'm already upset at the fact that you don't seem okay. You can't worry about me and expect me to not want to worry about you too, that's not fair." She points out with a frown.

Huffing at the fact that he didn't answer her question, she steps forward and glances up at him. "Hopefully not, but I know that I would have people there who care about me and would be willing to fight both for and with me, and I know that you are number one on that list."

"It was...odd for me. As I don't make my wings appear, they are a constant part of me that I hide. It was more like, I woke up one day and noticed I had wings for the first time. It was very strange. But yes, take your time with the flying, but after a lot of hard work you figured out flying very well." Rhys smiled faintly at the thought, knowing for certain that Nyx would adore getting to fly with his mother again.

He sighed, knowing this argument would get him nowhere until she did remember the events that unfolded. Rhys had no doubts that telling her flat out about her death and what had happened under the Mountain all at once wouldv'e been a mistake. And trying to give her memories from his own perspective felt...off in it's own way, so letting them return naturally just, made sense. "Oh, I can assure you Eris won't be repeating that incident again. He's trouble when he wants to be, but he's smart enough not to do anything possibly provoking."

Sighing, Rhysand shook his head. "Telling you how I'm feeling just...would end up putting pressure on you, or upseting you, and you don't need that on top of your own frustrations. I'm alright, really. I do worry about you because I want to, so you certainly aren't a burden."

At her next question he pauses just a moment, knowing he can't answer it and be fully honest, so he just didn't. "I know you would do it again. It's a part of who you are. But hopefully the future doesn't ever put you in another position like that again."

[bldhrry]

Azriel

A Court of Passion and Daydreams

hunter

Cassian

loml

The Brute and The Scholar

gold rush

Rhysand

Down Bad | TBD

High Infidelity | TBD

[swansworth]

The Handsome Stranger

Rhysand x Priestess!Reader

Summary: You had fallen for the High Lord, it was inevitable. However, he was clearly in love with another, and now he had come to ask you the one question you had dreaded to hear. 

Warnings: brief mention of abuse, mild angst with a happy ending, a big misunderstanding, believed-to-be unrequited feelings, friends-to-lovers

Word Count: 3079

Author Notes: This was inspired by one of my favorite television series, The Vicar of Dibley. The show is much more comedic than this story is, but it still helped me formulate this. The story title is borrowed from the episode that inspired this. Some of the dialogue towards the end is as well, and some of it has been re-worded to fit ACOTAR more seamlessly. Special thanks to @azsazz​ for encouraging me to write this. 

Not many ventured to the temple, too afraid of what peace they would disturb. It was a benefit in your mind; it meant that you could read and take care of your daily duties without anyone bothering you. Usually your days were spent in a comfortable quiet, though it appeared today would not be such a day. 

“Hello?” A voice like velvet asked, causing you to sigh. You had just sat down to start the next chapter in the book you’d been reading and had really hoped to avoid dealing with anyone. You closed your book and moved to the sanctuary, doing your best to smile and give off an air of warmth and kindness. The smile on your face faltered when you noticed a beautiful fae standing before the altar, his blue-black hair tousled and his eyes closed in what appeared to be prayer. 

Part of you wondered whether you should leave him to his privacy but then he asked, “Are you one of the priestesses here?” He’d noticed you. You opened your mouth to respond then abruptly shut it when his eyes opened and orbs that were almost violet in color met yours. “Well?” 

His tone implied that he was annoyed and you wondered whether it was really worth your time to get involved with him. Unfortunately, it was your duty as a priestess to aid any who came to the temple asking for assistance. “Yes I am,” you answered at last, “Was there something I could help you with?” 

“We’ll see.” Oh, you did not like the arrogance that rolled off of this male. The two of you stared at one another in an unspoken challenge to see who would speak next. “Shall I get to the point?”

“If you’d like me to assist you, I think that would be wise.” A look of amusement flickered across his handsome face and you did your best to keep your own expression neutral as he continued to stare at you. 

“You’re very direct.” His statement left you unsure; was it meant to be an insult or a compliment? Regardless, you still held his gaze, waiting for him to state his reason for being at the temple in the first place. The silence stretched on, but you refused to be the first to break it. 

Stubborn too, I see. I could use that.  

The stranger’s voice crawled its way through your mind and your eyes widened. How had he done that? All at once you felt a stab of fear. He was a daemati; he could tear your mind apart with ease if you weren’t careful. 

Clever girl.  

It was almost taunting you, the voice, but you held firm, kept your gaze fixed on the handsome stranger. There was only one being in the Night Court who this could possibly be, and though you knew decorum instructed you to at least bow your head, you did no such thing. “Lord Rhysand,” you said, “What did you need assistance with?” 

“So it’s lord now is it?” He sounded almost amused and your shoulders sagged in relief as his expression softened. “I have a friend in need of sanctuary. They were badly hurt by their former lover and have nowhere to go. I would offer them a room with me, but they were adamant that they did not want my assistance.” 

There were rooms in the temple for requests such as these; cozy, private chambers that offered a sense of safety and peace while the people residing in them healed. The smallest room was unoccupied and had a fresh change of linens on the bed. “We have a room they could stay in for a time, if you feel they would be open to that.” 

Rhysand’s answering smiling was blinding and left you feeling almost breathless. He truly was incredibly handsome. No wonder all the other priestesses swooned whenever his name was mentioned. “I’ll bring them here at once. Thank you, priestess.” 

You gave your name and watched as that smile grew impossibly brighter. He repeated it back to you and your heart pounded in your chest at the way your name fell from his lips. It was almost a purr, soft and sensual. ‘Mother preserve me.’ It was a thought that you had often, a silent mental prayer in an effort to keep yourself calm. Rhysand’s smile turned into an amused grin as he turned to take his leave and you knew that he had heard it. Blasted daemati. 

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You had believed that once Rhysand’s friend had settled, the High Lord would go back to his daily duties, whatever those were. Oh, how mistaken you were.

Rhys’s presence was a constant, nearly daily, thing.

At first, it had been to ensure that his friend truly was comfortable and safe. You couldn’t help but admire that unwavering loyalty. There were many stories and rumors about Rhysand, but the gentle smile he wore when he spoke to his comrade made you wonder how much truth lay within them.

It turned, quicker than you could have anticipated, into social visits. He came less and less for his friend and more and more for you. In the course of a few months, the two of you had formed a budding friendship and you could admit that the smile that tugged at your lips whenever he entered the temple was genuine and warm, full of the growing affection you held for him.

You hoped that the affectionate look you saw in his eyes was just as sincere.

Part of you also hoped that what you interpreted as flirtation truly was. You couldn’t speak for Rhysand, but you knew that your feelings for him had shifted to romantic rather than platonic. It was foolish, you knew, to hope that the High Lord of the Night Court would fall for a priestess such as yourself. And yet your heart raced wildly each time he stepped into the sanctuary, looked at you with those intense violet eyes, and asked with a grin, “Miss me, darling?”

“Always,” you replied easily.

As his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you close so he could converse with you about everything and anything, you sighed in content. In those moments, everything was perfect and right with the world.

That perfection ended when you saw Rhysand walking arm-in-arm with a beautiful, blonde, high fae.

You didn’t leave the temple often, but you had learned that it was Rhys’s birthday in a few weeks and you were out looking for materials to make him something. As a High Lord, you suspected that there wasn’t much you could buy him that he would need or want, and truthfully, you didn’t have much money to buy gifts with. So, you had settled on making him a token; something small he could keep with him for luck and protection. That was when you saw them.

The blonde with him was as beautiful as the goddess that you served. Grace rolled off of her in waves and you felt your knees tremble at the sight of her. She had eyes that reminded you of honey, a deep rich amber that was warm, but still intense. Everything about her was perfection; she was exactly the sort of fae someone of Rhys’s standing would be expected to be with. Your heart sank. You had always known it was foolish to hope and dream, but secluded in your temple, it was easy to imagine. Facing reality, seeing how you paled in comparison, hurt more than you would have ever thought possible.

“You’re a moron, Rhys. It’s a good thing I like you so much,” the blonde teased.

“Thanks Mor, I love you too.” Rhys laughed as he spoke and you watched as the blonde playfully jabbed him in the side with her elbow. You slipped away then, not able to see or hear anymore.

He was a High Lord. You were a priestess. It had been nothing more than a dream, and the dawn had finally come.

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“Hello?” An all too familiar voice called out from the sanctuary. You cussed under your breath at the sound of it. Seeing Rhysand again was inevitable but you had hoped that you’d have more time to process and heal before having to engage with him. Though you had tried to fight it, you had fallen helplessly in love with him. Each smile, each gentle touch and warm utterance of your name had bewitched you. Seeing Rhysand meant facing your heartbreak head-on, and you weren’t sure you were ready for that. 

You heard him call your name and swallowed. There was no way you would be able to avoid him forever and perhaps dealing with the issue now would be wiser. Yes, putting it off wouldn’t solve anything. You took a deep breath, lifted your head and headed out into the sanctuary. 

“Lord Rhysand, how are you?” How you had managed to form words when he was standing there looking as handsome as he had the day you met, you had no idea. 

“So it’s lord now, is it?” You didn’t meet his gaze even though you could feel the weight of his on your face, trying to make out your expression. There was a faint poking at your mind, but you kept your walls in place. If he saw the swirling emotions warring within you he would certainly reject you entirely. Rejection would be worse than ignorance. 

“I suppose I may as well come straight out with it?” He formed it as a question, encouraging you to answer him. You turned your head to look at him and gave him a nod, a silent urgence to continue. His brow creased in what almost looked like worry. “I’ve thought about it quite a lot, talked about it a lot. And I came here to ask you a rather important question.” 

“Well, go on then,” you said. 

“Perhaps, we could find somewhere a bit more secluded? I hadn’t intended on asking you in the middle of the sanctuary.” 

“I don’t see why here isn’t as good a place as any.” You could have sworn that you saw his eye twitch as he stared at you. His hands clenched and unclenched by his sides and you could tell that he was trying to stay calm. He let out a breath and refocused his gaze on your face. 

“Will you marry me?” Damn. You had suspected that he and the mysterious blonde — Morrigan you learned her name was — were close, intimate even, but you hadn’t realized how close. It was your duty, as a priestess, to assist in mating and marriage ceremonies, you had officiated nearly a hundred. This, however, was one ceremony you were uncertain of. 

You stared up at Rhysand, looked deep into his violet eyes and saw the almost pleading expression hidden in their depths. He looked hopeful and eager and you knew that no matter how much it would hurt you to do as he asked, you would. You would because you loved him and his happiness was ultimately what you wished for him, more than anything. With a sigh you replied, “Well, yes of course. I’d be delighted to.” 

The smile that broke out across Rhysand’s face was so radiant that you felt as if you were staring directly at the sun. ‘If only I could make him so happy.’ The thought flickered through your mind and you did your best to squash it down. “That’s wonderful news!” He took a step toward you as if to hug you and you stepped back. No, you couldn’t. You would melt against him as you always did and it would be harder to maintain the professionalism the situation required. 

“Have you thought of any dates?” You asked as casually as you could, though a hint of annoyance found its way into your tone. 

“Don’t you think we should discuss that?” 

“Very well. I would suggest a time near Starfall. That’s always a romantic time of year.” If you were to ever marry, that would be the time of year you’d want your ceremony to fall on. It was cooler, the nights longer, but the stars shone clearer and on some nights looked as if they were close enough to reach. “Though, I would have to check the temple diary to be sure we can hold the ceremony at that time.” 

You moved to the adjoining room, where a few small tables and bookshelves remained for the priestesses to use. The temple diary was an easy enough book to find. Once you had retrieved it, you flicked through the pages to the calendar. Sure enough there was an opening two days before Starfall. You relayed the information to Rhysand who nodded and said, “That’s perfect.”

“Excellent! I’ll jot it down then. Listen, while you’re here, we should probably start getting some of the other forms done. Save some time.” You wrote the date down before standing to find a large pile of documents on the corner of one of the tables. The temple really needed a better organization system, but that was a problem for another day. The first part of the form needed Rhysand’s name, which you wrote . The next…

“All right, what is the name of the lucky lady in question?” 

At that, Rhysand looked visibly confused. “Rhysand, you shouldn’t marry someone if you don’t know their name. I feel that goes without saying.” 

Rhysand’s voice sounded mildly worried as he replied with your name. You paused in your writing and looked up at him. “Pardon?”

“It’s you. I’m asking you to marry me.” 

The silence was deafening. You stared, eyes wide in disbelief. “Are you out of your senses?”

Rhysand’s visible confusion deepened. “I feel Amren would say I am. She thinks it’s too soon; though I find in affairs of the heart, she’s not always the best being to turn to.”

“I might agree with her! What about that other female you’ve been spending so much time with? Morrigan, the gorgeous blonde one! What about her?” 

Frustration rose within you. Was this some kind of joke to him? He charmed his way into your life and then started spending all his time with Morrigan, and now he was asking for your hand in marriage? You opened your mouth to add your own two-cents regarding his judgment, but were rendered speechless by Rhysand’s reply. “You mean my cousin?”

All at once you felt all the confusion and anger of the last few weeks coming bubbling up to the surface and you shouted, “What?!”

“She’s one of my closest friends; I consult her about nearly everything.”  He still looked confused, but you found you didn’t really care. In that moment, you needed clarity. 

“What?” 

“We’ve been walking Valeris together trying to decide if it was too rash or too soon or, perhaps, too stupid. But, I finally decided I must follow my heart. And my heart is saying that you are the being I wish to spend eternity with, the being that I am destined to be with until death comes and claims me.” 

There was a look of burning passion, strong and intense adoration, in his eyes and your heart began to beat wildly in your chest at the sight of it. Oh. He loved you. Gods, you felt so foolish, but how could you have known. His words from before, his proposal, flashed in your mind again and when you opened your mouth to speak, to say that you felt the same, all that came out was a garbled noise. 

Both you and Rhysand looked surprised by the sound and you tried, once again in vain, to say what was on your mind. The noise was worse the second time. "Will you excuse me?" It was asked with some effort, but you managed. You didn't wait for him to answer and instead hurried off to the secluded meditation room around the corner. Once there you took a series of steadying breaths, trying desperately to calm your racing heart and wrap your head around the truth Rhysand had just shared with you. 

It all seemed almost too good to be true. Rhysand, the High Lord, wanted to marry you? You had hoped he loved you to that extent, and would gladly say yes if he meant it. The whole situation felt like a fantasy, like a scene from those books you used to read as a child where the handsome prince would save the princess and they'd live happily ever after. Could such a thing happen in real life? You inhaled and exhaled twice more and then moved back to the sanctuary where Rhysand waited, a nervous look on his handsome face. 

"Let me be sure I've got this absolutely right," you said as you approached, "You are asking me to marry you."

“Yes.”

That ungodly sound worked its way out of your mouth once more and Rhys’s lips quirked into an amused smile. His arms, so strong and warm, wrapped around your middle and pulled you to him. One of his hands slid up your spine to the back of your head before entwining in your hair. 

“I have loved you from the very moment I laid eyes on you. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are meant to be together.” His breath was warm against your face as he tilted his head down and leaned forward. “Marry me, darling?”

You didn’t hesitate, your answer required no consideration. You leaned up, closing the little distance between the two of you, and your lips dragged against his as you replied, “Yes.” 

There was a heat to the kiss. It was as if the dams you’d both built to preserve your emotions had crumbled and the flood of your love and adoration for one another had rushed forward. There was so much to think about and plan for. It wouldn’t be easy figuring out your place within his court and what his expectations would be; and you’d have to address your own for him. All of that would come, all of that could wait. In that moment, all that mattered was the feeling of Rhysand’s warm body pressed against you as he held you close, sipped kisses from your lips, and vowed to love you, and only you, until the end of time. 

[batboys-cumdumpster]

The way the feminism just leaves my body anytime the Bat Boys come on the page or have any involvement in anything is truly astounding

[ircnwrought]

__________✰    HE HUMS IN APPRECIATION AT HER CLOSENESS. they could have centuries together && she would still be able to unravel him with the slightest touch, the smallest smile. ❛   you could always offer it as a sanctuary to her first if you believe she might upset at a gift. let her find her own peace there && associate it with something her own ??   ❜ a suggestion, but he is pulled back to the present at his mate's question. a half grin tugs lips upward. ❛   no more fires come to mind unless amren decided she's had enough of our shenanigans && decided to add her own.   ❜

"I thought about gifting her a garden-- but I worry it might upset her more" she replied as she leaned into her mate. He was right she was doing much better with the twins, they formed an unlikely friendship and for that she was glad. Even so these visions that Elain was having worried her more than she let on. "You're likely right, I'll speak to them later about it, see if they have anymore insight about it. For now though, are there any other immediate family problems we need to deal with tonight?"

[rhysie]

a hard pill to swallow ... rhys not telling feyre during her pregnancy is not as ooc as u think it is

[stargirlie25]

My beautiful fanart

Now i know all of yall want to repost this but yall gotta give credit like damn 🙄

So ya this is probably the most accurate acotar fan art u have ever seen if ur life but anywayssss what should i bless yalls eyes with next?

For the e/riel who said i should draw better, here you go babe 😘

*This cockiness if a joke please dont be mean to me*

[hcpefuldreaming]

@allthatglxtters (Feyre & Rhysand)

"But, in this world we haven’t met. A different one, but not this one." The words still echoed in Feyre's head as she made her way over to Rhys' place, and with one hand carrying an item she had been originally planning to gift him before she began to remember things, and in all honesty, she didn't want to see it right now, she uses the other to quickly knock on the door, hoping he's home just so she can confront him. "Rhysand!" She yells out, glancing around where she's standing for a moment before staring up at the door once more.

[ircnwrought]

“You and I both know this ends in blood.” // @bloodofthefates (nesta) to rhys !!

__________✰    HE LETS OUT A LONG SIGH, PALMS BRACING HIS BODY AGAINST HIS DESK. unruly hair && tired eyes make him look slightly older, his years more evident in the heaviness with which he is carrying himself. so many mistakes, so many burdens all in the lead up to this war with hybern. he has seen the battlefield before ( he still bears his injury in his knee; the muscle tweaking even centuries later even at the memory ) it is something he wishes he had the power to avoid. their world will be ravaged, homes destroyed && lives lost. && he, at the center of it all, wondering what he could have done to avert the tragedy or, at the very least, to minimize the cost. ❛   i know. i wish it wasn't so. but all we can do now is prepare for what is to come.   ❜

[valley-of-the-lost]

A Seven Unfortunate Lifetimes/Love You Seven Times Feylin AU where Feylin fight the hand of SJM trying to keep them apart over the course of several lifetimes

[criminalgays]

ok so i’m in a love-hate relationship with the acotar series. but in acosf, the whole ‘feyre is gonna die in childbirth bc her hips aren’t wide enough for this kid’s wings and there’s nothing we can do’ plot line is bullshit.

like you want me to believe that they have not found a way to safely perform c-sections in this magic faerie realm? if we can do it in our regular human world where we try really hard to die every time we get cut, then there has to be a way to do it where they LITERALLY HAVE SPECIFIC HEALING MAGIC. NOT TO MENTION THAT FEYRE HERSELF HAS HEALING MAGIC. AND THE HIGH LORD WHO HAS HEALING MAGIC GENERALLY ENJOYS FEYRE’S PRESENCE.

but no. apparently the only way for feyre to survive this birth was for nesta to lose her powers (WHICH IS BULLSHIT I HATE THIS TROPE) and suddenly the entire plot of the book is resolved and rhysand adores nesta. because apparently the only way a girl can exist in the acotar universe is submissive and quiet and not pushy around the inner circle. and they’d better not have powers that are better than the Most Powerful High Lord In History!

anyway. i have lots of thoughts about these books.

[ircnwrought]

__________✰    HIS BROW QUIRKS AT THE MENTION OF HIS MATE'S FORMER LOVER. though he can be jealous ( memories of summer come unbidden, reminders of the knot in his stomach as feyre flirted with tarquin ) he's never judged feyre for her past. what goads him is that this isaac hale never knew the rare jewel he had in her, instead discarding her for a ' proper ' wife. ❛   i don't believe i'd have very many kind things to say to a man who didn't treat your sister with every ounce of respect she deserves.   ❜ his words are measured, bland even, but there is a darker undertone to them. mother help anyone who harmed his mate; there is not enough mercy in the world to stay his hand. he cants his head, the shadows that had gripped his expression lighten && he smirks. ❛   there's no fun if there's no mystery.   ❜

x. continued from here with @ircnwrought

Nesta maintains her personal space, a creature of bridging physical distances between most and allowing very few close within her carefully cultivated fortress walls. Her opinion on the High Lord hasn’t been weighed and determined yet, at least not entirely. He’s intelligent, powerful and entirely capable as a leader, that much she’s determined easily by the respect and reverence of inner circles that herald him as something between a hero and a god. Feyre’s accounts of him do little justice for the pompousness with which he presents himself, but it’s a carefully honed skill that Nesta recognizes and respects with equal measure. “If only it were that easy.” She teases, in the only way she knows how. Nesta wields her words as her weapons against the world, but the intent behind them determines their severity and she means Rhysand only good intent and humor so long as his intentions toward her sister remain as equally pure. “You should’ve met Isaac Hale..” She snorted, rolling her eyes as she thought back on the poor excuses of partners they’d all so willingly settled for in their miserable little village; anyone that would have them. “You may not be boring but I suspect you prefer to leave some of yourself to the imagination of others.”

[k-daydreams]

I’d like to take some requests/prompts for some blurbs, one-shots, headcanons, etc. for ACOTAR and Fourth Wing characters. Pls send them my way and I’ll get to them when I can 🫶

[tadpolesonalgae]

Music

A/N: I thought it might be fun to make a small list for some of the songs I wrote to, so here we are!

I’d also love to see other people doing this (if it isn’t already a thing)!

Azriel:

Washing His Wings (series): It’s Playtime - MOB Games

Revelation (+Part 2)[*]: Rev 22:20 (Don’t Shoot The Messenger) - Puscifer

Bad Dreams: Everything In It’s Right Place - Radiohead, Rises The Moon - Liana Flores

Payback[*]: Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Rainstorm: Swan Lake: Op. 20, Act. II - Tchaikovsky, Mystery Of Love - Sufjan Stevens

Car Radio: Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots, Numb Little Bug - Em Beihold

Filthy Mongrel[*]: Your Joy Is My Low - IAMX, Desire - Meg Myers

Nightmares: Until I Found You (Em Beihold Version) - Stephen Sanchez & Em Beihold

More Than Myself: Dandelions - Ruth B.

Spread Out[***]: Eat Your Young - Hozier

Good, Little, Girl <3 (the series): Good Little Girl - Adventure Time

Stains[*]: The Summoning - Sleep Token, Siren - Kailee Morgue

My Little Voyeur: Take A Slice - Glass Animals, Heartless - The Weeknd

Eat You Up[***]: Flawless - The Neighbourhood, Eat Your Young - Hozier

Flying w/ Azriel: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind - opening - Joe Hisaishi, Merry-Go-Round of Life - Joe Hisaishi

Full To The Brim[***]: Hot Gum - Sofia Isella

Teeth and Talons (series): Demon In My Soul - SCXR SOUL & Sx1nxwy

Teeth and Talons Part 3: Demon In My Soul - SCXR SOUL & Sx1nxwy, Do Me - Kim Petras

Mystery of love: Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens

The Pleasure Hall[***]: Crazy Girls - TOOPOOR, Habibi - Tamino

Stockholm Syndrome[***]: Eat Your Young - Hozier

Milestones: FaceTime with my mom (tonight) - Bo Burnham

CBMTWY: Tim Burton vibes playlist

Eris:

Disobedience[*]: The Masochism Tango (Orchestral Version) - Tom Lehrer, Teeth - 5 Second Of Summer

Wake Me Up When September Ends: Daddy - Coldplay

Lucien:

A Date: Amour Plastique - Videoclub

Solecist Night[*]: 2 - H. E. R.

Mor:

Dark Red: Bad Idea! - Girl In Red

Cassian:

Dinner Date: Don’t You Know - Jaymes Young

Pollinate[***]: Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys, R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

Feyre:

Have a Seat[*]: Step On Me - The Cardigans

Mix ‘n’ Match:

Big, Bad Wolf[*]: Big Bad Wolf - In This Moment, Feel Something - I Prevail

Pleasure over Morals[***]: Thelema - Ofdream

Silly Little Thoughts:

Dancing With Your Ghost: Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan Stryga - The Weaver: End Credits - Bruno Coulais & The Children’s Choir Of Nice Music: Outside (feat. Ellie Goulding) - Calvin Harris

(^That last one was a mind fuck)

[swansworth]

My High Lady

A Darker!Rhysand x Reader

Summary: You are Rhysand’s mate and he is not afraid to make an example out of any who dare harm you. And you are more than happy to let him stake his claim in front of the gathered crowd. After all, he is as much yours as you are his and they all need to remember that. 

Warnings: smut, vaginal sex, public sex, finger-fucking, rougher sex, mild breeding kink, semi-graphic torture and mutilation of a prisoner, biting/marking, Darker!Rhysand, mildly possessive talk

Word Count: 2,638

Author Notes: Just a really delicious idea that popped into my head and I had to get out. Considering this is my first time writing for Rhysand at length, I’m pretty content with this. Special thanks to @bubbles-for-all-of-us​ and @azsazz​ for being so lovely and encouraging me to write this. 

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“I have to pretend to be someone I am not when I’m in the Hewn City,” Rhysand had once said, “Though, I will admit, it’s becoming harder and harder to determine where the real me begins and the persona ends.” 

As you stared at him, his violet eyes almost black with fury, you wondered briefly if there had ever been a persona to begin with. However cruel the being before you seemed to be, you were not afraid. This being was born out of a soul-deep unconditional love for you; you would never be in danger of it. Your gaze returned once more to the elemental currently bound before you. He still smirked, as if he somehow had the upper hand in this twisted game he had thrust upon Rhysand. His mud colored eyes turned to focus on you and your fingers curled into a fist, ready to punch that smug look off his face if need be. 

The growl that tore through Rhysand’s throat then, clawing its way out of his mouth—with a ferocity that you could only describe as carnal—was a clear message that the High Lord of the Night Court was done playing games. Rhysand flicked his wrist in a gesture so slight that to the untrained eye, it would have looked as if he hadn’t even flinched. There was a pause, and the elemental laughed at him, and you, not for the first time, felt a desperate urge to tear the bastard’s throat out with your bare hands. 

The elemental’s laughter died suddenly, rapidly changing into a harsh series of screams as his body was overcome with a dark vicious-looking shadow that pulled and clawed at his flesh, tearing it slowly, mercilessly. Rhysand shot Keir a look and the Steward quickly stepped forward to put a small, opalescent, orb on a pedestal beside the restrained fugitive. A light burst from the orb, cutting through the shadow, projecting for all those present the crimes of the elemental and Rhysand’s violet eyes narrowed dangerously. 

“Elemental you may be, Aldric Firedagger, but surely they taught you not to touch that which does not belong to you in the Elemental Planes?” His tone was deceptively calm and you looked at him, watched rage swirl in those eyes that so often held nothing but love and adoration for you. “You tried to drag my love, my mate, back to that cave you call home, You dared to lay your tainted hands on her, hoping that you could steal her from me and then touch her, claim her, in the most intimate parts of her being. That right is mine. As payment for your despicable actions, we ask you to pay with your hands.”

Aldric pleaded, “Please! I need my hands for my work!” 

Poor thing. 

Rhysand’s voice was clear in your mind, as smooth as velvet and just as comforting. 

He hasn’t realized I’m not going to let him out of here alive. 

You know that he didn’t hurt me, Rhysand. 

You haven’t seen what was in his mind. Believe me when I say hurting you was the kindest thing he had in store for you had Azriel not found you in time. 

Then do what you must, love. 

There was a tug of affection through your bond and you offered a reaffirming tug in return. Aldric’s hands were gone an instant later; sliced neatly by the claw-like shadows. You barely noticed his screams, not when Rhysand was gingerly stroking against the wall you kept up, almost as if to distract you from what was happening. 

Rhys, I knew what I was getting into when I accepted the mating bond. 

I just don’t want you to see more than you have to. 

You said that we would do everything together. I intend to endure this together as well. 

You could almost see Rhysand’s smile in your mind. 

That’s my girl.

His attention shifted back to Aldric. For his part, Aldric had stopped sobbing as if he had accepted the weight and consequences of his actions. There was a look in his brown eyes you couldn’t quite place and it was only after he spoke that you knew what it was. “Do your worst half-breed.” 

Facing death had made Aldric bold. His challenging words caused a ripple through the court, a wave of gasped breaths reverberated against the carved stone walls. Fire elemental or not, you had never seen such a blazing look on Aldric’s face before and for a moment you worried that he was going to burst, to scorch you all to Hell. Rhysand, however, was unfazed. 

“They say that it is a sin to covet, Firedagger. Yet, with your eyes you have lusted after many beings, my mate included. Fantasies of passion, both sexual and murderous have filled your gaze and thoughts. I have seen it. It’s all there in your mind, unprotected and exposed. Tell me, Aldric, why is that?” 

“I have nothing to hide. I am not ashamed of my desires, no matter how dark and corrupted they may seem to be.” The burning was still there in his gaze as he lifted his head and squared his shoulders. He was emboldened and reckless and one quick glance to Rhysand’s carefully composed face told you that Aldric had just made his last move in this twisted game of theirs.

“For those crimes, we ask you to pay with your eyes,” Rhysand’s voice was deep, powerful, and you shuddered against him as the shadows made quick work of utterly wrecking Aldric’s eyes. His scream fell on deaf ears, none caring that this measly elemental was being torn apart by the High Lord. 

You supposed it said quite a lot about who you had become that rather than be disgusted by this torturous, public, punishment you felt aroused. There was an undeniable heat pooling between your thighs as you watched your mate’s stronger, darker magic—the magic that made him the High Lord—tear this insignificant being apart piece by piece. It was a graphic display, a goreish show, that had many turning away. Even there in the Hewn City, it was almost too horrifying. You, however, could see it for what it truly was. In the most twisted way, it was a demonstration not only of the High Lord's true power, but of the undying, unconditional love he felt for you, his mate, his High Lady.

Try as you may, you couldn’t ignore that burning heat within you, that flame of arousal. You worried your lower lip between your teeth as you debated what to do. The logical solution was to be as patient as you were able; Rhysand always took such good care of you, knew exactly how to use his mouth, fingers, and cock to make you sing in pleasure. However, a larger part of you wanted to have him right there, audience be damned. Let them see. Let them all see how well Rhysand claimed you and how he was hopelessly yours as much as you were undeniably his. 

It was a thought that certainly had its merits. 

Your fingers wandered down the expanse of your abdomen, around your hip to your lower back where the fastens that held your skirt together resided. With a practiced ease you worked them open, sighing in relief as the immense amount of fabric fell down, pooling at your feet. You stepped out of the skirt, pushing it aside with your foot, and were happy that the cloak Rhysand had insisted on wearing was large enough to cover your now nude lower half.

You brought your hand back around to the small patch of hair resting just above your slick folds, dragging your fingers down to press against your entrance. A low hiss escaped you as they slipped in with ease, surprised by how wet you were already. Your gaze locked onto the slowly diminishing form of Aldric, each scream that erupted from his mouth sending a shiver down your spine because you knew that he was suffering because he dared to look at and touch something that was forbidden to him.

The scent of your arousal was evident to everyone present; they could smell your slick as you worked yourself open, quivering against your mate’s side and moaning into the darkness. You felt Rhysand’s grip on you tighten and all but shivered as he turned dark, hungry eyes towards you. He flicked his wrist again, his gaze solely focused on your face, and he watched as your pupils dilated with a desperate need at the sound of Aldric’s tormented wails. You could so clearly see the depravity in his violet eyes and eagerly met it with your own. It was a look that said I see you and I love you and accept you and Rhysand let out an almost choked sound at the sight of it. 

You gasped as Rhysand turned to face you fully, pulling you close and grinding your bodies together as he bent down to lick his way into your mouth. His left hand wandered down the planes of your skin, joining your own at your dripping cunt. You cried out, using your free hand to grab onto the front of his tunic as he pressed one, two, three of his thick fingers into you, thrusting in and out alongside your own smaller digits. 

You chanced a look back at Aldric and watched as his arm slowly came undone in perfect synchronization with Rhysand’s own gentle touch to your arm. The same happened again as Rhysand dragged his hand up to grip your chin, forcing you to look back at him as he surged forward and captured your mouth once more, his other hand still fucking you open relentlessly. The knowledge that for every inch of you that Rhysand touched Aldric would lose that part simultaneously produced an especially delicious-smelling gush of slick from you and you moaned as Rhysand brought an utterly soaked hand to his mouth and licked it clean.

“Rhys,” you pleaded, sighing in relief when his fingers entered you once more, “Please. Claim me. Mate me again. Show them we are equals.” The implication of your words was understood by all in attendance and Rhysand, who normally took a pause to verify you truly wanted to be ravaged so thoroughly by him, unleashed a sound that was positively bestial as he gripped the corset and blouse you were wearing and tore them asunder.

His hands gripped your waist, dragging you down to the ground with him, into the dust beneath your feet. It was a filthy thing, one that to many would be seen as unfit for a fae of his standing, but neither of you cared. The ferocity with which Rhysand flipped you around, edging you onto your hands and knees—soaked entrance on display like a bitch in heat—sent a full body shudder through you, getting a thrill at seeing your mate so unhinged.

The sound of Rhysand untying the fastens of his trousers was familiar and you pressed back harder against him, hoping to feel some of the cock you knew he was freeing. You could feel yourself gushing, slick spilling out of you as Rhysand rubbed the head of his thick cock against your wet entrance. Rhysand’s normally calm outward appearance was ripped away as Aldric let out a particularly blood curdling cry, his body disintegrating as Rhysand fucked into you in one fluid movement. 

The lack of care you felt in that moment for Aldric should have, perhaps, frightened you. But the sight of his body blasting apart and then dissolving into ash and dust sent a shiver down your spine. It was a brutal, grotesque, thing, but it was a sign that your mate loved you, truly, madly, deeply. If the visual display from the High Lord of Night was not enough, the way he took you, claimed you, in front of all present, was another reminder. 

You took in that glorious cock, moaning at the curve of it. It was a proud, thick, thing and you shuddered as you felt it throb within you. Then, you rocked back against Rhysand, urging him on, wanting more. The base part of your brain, that seemed fond of taking over whenever Rhysand was more feral, was desperate to be glutted with his seed, to be bred and filled with a new life in front of the ashen remains of someone who thought they could have you.

Rhysand was a bestial thing, his grip on your hips firm, keeping you still as he pounded into you. Growls tore out of his throat as his mouth moved against your flesh, biting and sucking all over to mark you, to show any who dared look that you had a lover, a mate, and that he had staked his claim. You were helpless, only able to angle your body to make the slide of his cock easier, allowing him deeper. The speed with which he took you was nearly too much, yet you were thriving, your muscles convulsing around him as he drove into you. 

He thrust in deep and perfect and you threw your head back, exposing more of your neck to his mouth. You screamed your pleasure, and pleaded for him to continue, begged for him to finally claim you. He bit down and your’s eyes widened in surprise as you felt a sudden surge of his power course through your veins, pulsing through every inch of your being. His tongue darted out to lick at the traces of blood seeping out of his claiming mark and you hissed in delight at the sensation. 

“I love you. You rare, beautiful thing. My mate, my wife, my High Lady.” Rhysand’s voice was barely recognizable, more of a growl than anything else. His hips stuttered as he spoke and he bit down once more as he emptied himself into you. The feeling of his hot seed spilling into you, stuffing you full of him, had you screaming as you came at last. 

Rhysand’s mouth was licking and kissing along the mark he had made and you groaned as he shifted. You could feel him in every fiber of your being and finally felt complete. ‘This’, you thought, ‘this is what I was missing.’ Rhysand hoisted you up with ease, standing with you still stuffed full of his cock and seed. He moved you slowly, turning you so your legs could wrap around his waist and you wanted to laugh at how ridiculous it must have looked to your audience, but refrained. Instead, you gasped once more as Rhysand carefully pulled out, his cum leaking out of you and onto the ground below. 

What a waste. 

You couldn’t help but hum in agreement. Though that was a conversation for another time. 

Rhysand’s hands were on your rear, keeping you supported as he looked around at the group surrounding you. There was a dangerous look in his eyes again, silently reminding them all to stay in their place. 

“Someone clean up this mess,” Rhysand snapped, his voice rough and guttural and you delighted at the sound of it, “The High Lady and I are going to retire for the evening.” The High Lady. You grinned wildly at the sound of that. It was merely a title at the end of the day, but it spoke volumes and told all the fae in attendance that you were their ruler, that you were his equal and were not to be trifled with. 

“Thank you, my darling,” You whispered against the shell of one of his pointed ears, your tone sincere and full of the love you held for him. You peppered kisses along his handsome face, neck, and shoulder and Rhysand gave an approving hum before whispering a promise, “For you, my love, my life, anything.”