#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."

[redheadspark]

Hi! I saw that your requests are open so I have one if you are up for it: Rhysand x reader while she in on her period, with pains and cramps while Rhys is being very gentle and comforting. She tries to hide it at first and deal with it herself, but of course he knows and wants to help.

A/N - This is beyond sweet for The High Lord of Night Court! I hope you like it!

Gentle

Summary - Rhysand knows how to help his mate when she's hurting.

Warnings - Fluff (Mentions of cramps and menstrual cycle so be aware!)

“Darling, I brought you some tea,”

“I don’t think I can drink that right now, Rhys,”

“Madja recommended it,”

You perked up from the spot on the bed where to were curled up in a ball, your lower stomach was in bad enough pain you felt like moving would make it worse.  But your mate, High Lord Rhsyand, stood at the opening of your master bedroom with a look like a wounded puppy and a massive tea cup filled with piping hot tea.  Steam evaporated in the air as it rose from the midnight blue Night Court tea cup.  He was sporting his usual black attire, already sitting in one a few meetings with some other HiIgh Lords and the Inner Circle.  

You would be at those meetings as the High Lady of Night Court, as well as the second in command at the Inner Circle.  You loved being in those meetings, helping your Court thrive and flourish as much as it could after winning the battle against Hybern.  But of course, during one of the busiest days in Velaris, your pride came with no abandon.

It hurt and slammed you sideways, and you were one tough fae that did in fact go into the Battle fighting alongside Rhysand.  But for some reason, this cycle brought you to your knees and drained your energy to borderline exhaustion and weakness.  You’ve handled this before, having the right snacks and getting plenty of sleep when you needed it the most.

Rhysand most of all knew how to help you.

He had a gentle way of helping you through the pain and cramps, providing plenty of clothes and undergarments when there was a slip-up throughout the night or during one of your naps. Even providing some of the best, let alone expensive snacks, for you when your energy drops.  You felt terrible that he would help you throughout the day, he was always busy running Night Court and making sure it was secure and safe.  So for him to carve out time in his day for you, was a blessing.  Thankfully, the rest of the Inner Circle knew and understood, Mor even sent you small care packages of wine and chocolates when she knew it was going to be a rough cycle.

That morning you were attempting to get dressed and focus on the meetings lined up for the day.  Rhysand could see it on your face as you were trying to mask the pain in your lower stomach and along your backside, you grimacing from the bloating and backaches.  But you simply smiled, saying it was nothing while you were combing out your hair. He was about to question you again when another wave of pain hit you sideways, making you immediately shoot up from your chair at the vanity mirror and rush to the bathroom.  

He knew then that you were in pain and decided to help fix it.  Without you knowing, he canceled his meeting for the afternoon, letting the Inner Circle know that he was going to be busy and occupied and his meetings could be pushed to the following day. 

You finally sat all the way up in your bed, ruffling your hair as Rhysand took that as his cue to come in.  Closing the door behind him, he glided over to perch on the side of the bed to hand you the cup of tea, you feeling the warmth of the water against the porcelain cup.  You breathed in the steam, smelling the strong scent and smiling slightly.

“Madja told me it’s a good tea to drink on your cycle,” Rhysand explained sheepishly as you eyed him with a raised brow, “I…I asked her some other remedies I can do to help you,”

You took a small sip from the tea after blowing off the steam, tasting the bite of the flavor but nonetheless a delicious taste on your tongue.  You sighed in relief, the taste alone was amazing, and seeing your mate in front of you smiling in relief from seeing you happy was better too.  Taking a few more sips, it was almost like the tea itself was laced with magic and you felt some relief already seeping into your bones and along your skin. Even the cramps you had some time before were sinking away to a dull ache, no longer sharp and against your stomach line.

“This is amazing, Rhys,” You hummed at him, realizing that you drank half of the cup before you knew it.  He chuckled and took the cup from your fingers, kissing each knuckle delicately while he kept his violet eyes on you.  

“Only the best for you,” he reassured you, “And after you finish this tea, we’re going to get you into a hot shower for the cramps, and I was thinking of a nice lunch outside in the garden.  Some fresh air will help,” 

“What about your meetings?” You questioned him in worry and curiosity.  He shrugged and laced your hands together, placing the tea on the nightstand.

“I told the others I would be occupied for the day, and I will be helping you,” He reassured you soothingly as you were about to protest.  Yet he held up his hand and pressed a soothing kiss along your cheek, wrapping you in his arms and giving you a loving embrace, “You are my priority today, darling.  I don’t want to be anywhere else but with you, and those meetings were going to be mediocre at best anyway,”

You were grateful to have a mate like him, the pair of you falling in love fast and hard for one another after meeting so long ago.  All of the stories of Rhysand being aloof, cruel, and filled with evilness that you’ve heard from other Courts flew out the window from the moment he smiled at you and took his hand in yours.  He was kind to you, gentle in his nature, and insanely protective of you but not too protective to let you be independent.  He saw you were strong and intuitive, filled to the brim with love and adoration, and he swore he would never let it falter for one second.

“Now, I think we should get into that shower and get yourself feeling ten times better with some of the shower salts we have yet to use from our anniversary,” he said lightly, you looking up at him with a raised brow

“You’re joining me?” You asked sheepishly, thinking that that state you were in would not be appealing to him.  He laughed and traced your nose with his singular finger that had his wedding band on it.

“Don’t think I’m not going to lose an opportunity to bathe with my wife,” He joked, then poking your side to make you laugh before picking you up in his arms and carrying you off to the bathroom with ease.  Having the Night Court as your husband and mate had its setbacks every once in a while. But not in that moment.

Not with him loving you and making sure you felt that love deep in your bones.

The End

[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

[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.   ❜

[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*

[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

[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.”

[hxrricvnes]

OOTD: New Year's Eve Ball

[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.

[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 🫶

[hcpefuldreaming]

"The right answer was tell me the truth from the beginning, regardless of the memories or even lack of." Her voice breaks as she speaks and she clears it to try and stop the pain from her throat tightening. "If you had told me from when I didn't remember anything yet, then the mother only knows how things could have changed, Rhys! All I have ever wanted was the truth." She says, blinking away the tears as she lays a hand on the tree beside her, barely able to keep herself up as she feels that grief and heartbreak through their bond. "I didn't get a chance to choose though! Even if I had, I still would've chosen you!" She yells back at him, ignoring the tears now falling down her cheeks as she rests her hand on her forehead.

Feyre stays silent as she watches his every movement, a strong part of her wanting to get closer to him, but all of that anger forbids her as she glances away when he winnows away, letting herself slide down to the ground and wrap her arms around her stomach before bursting into tears from the frustration, shutting her side of the bond as well.

Rhys let her go, each word fueling the hurt he was trying to ignore. Trying to keep down and not let loose even though it felt like it was killing him from within. He was silent for a few long moments, wrestling with himself and what to say before finally he spoke, his voice soft but even.

"What do you want me to do Feyre? What, in the absolute fuck, was I supposed to do? What was the right answer? Please, I need to know." Rhys ran a hand through his hair, that loose part of him coming open and the pain that was consuming him winning out, the bond between them cracked open just a little to loose the grief and heartbreak he was feeling. "Was I supposed to tell you the moment I saw you again? When you didn't know me from a stranger and had forgotten everything you knew about me? Or was it okay that I waited then. Was I supposed to tell you our souls are eternally tied together the moment you remembered you despised and feared me? was that when I should've broken the news? Or rather when you could barely sleep and were sick dealing with the trauma of your memories? Was that the appropriate time to tell you? Because obviously I have no idea how to do anything right in any of this mess Feyre! Every word I said to you was truth. I did everything in my power not to lie, or to keep secrets, and have told you each step that there was more for you to know, that hopefully you'd remember. And even then I've apparently been nothing but untrustworthy and a liar. I apologize, for not knowing what to do. How to properly handle this. I'm sorry I was attempting to give you a choice again, that maybe you wouldn't want to chose me a second time. I'm sorry. Truly, I just did what I thought was best."

Sighing, Rhys shook his head, ignoring the tightness in his throat that was quickly indicating tears and just spread his arms at his sides. "I know you can't. Because we've already done this. This, has already happened." He let out a weak, humorless laugh. "Sorry. Truly. I did not mean to talk so much. Whenever you are ready to talk I'll be there." And with that Rhys winnowed back to his home, figuring he'd take the dramatic exit this time. Appearing in his room he just slid to the floor and tried to breathe through it, quickly shutting his side of the bond again as he realized he was open to her and immediately feeling guilty even for that. He just had to breathe. Focus on Nyx and what the others needed, not that empty part of him that only Feyre filled.