#fated

[hereiswhatremains]

"I love you. I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I, not even for a moment."

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[mydark-impulse]

“I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

[elizabugz]

She was always looking for her love in the rain.

Claw Machine - Sloppy Jane & Phoebe Bridgers / Your Name (2016) FanCaps / Tumblr / Atticus / Your Name (2016) / The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New / Pinterest / Your Name (2016) & gifs from this post / Pinterest / Tumblr / Your Name (2016) / Born For Loving You - Big Thief

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Chapter 3 Coming 02/16/2025

I know this has been a long time coming, but I can say with confidence that I have finally, finally written a another chapter for this series that I like! It was wonderful to come back to this au, but unfortunately this is where all the angst I promised begins to unfold, and goodness knows I love it, but I hate hurting Ben...

Masterlist For If The Stars Wish It So

Just A Little Something 😉

Previously:

"I've been looking everywhere for you sweetheart." The man rumbles, the words vibrating against your fingertips where they rest against his muscular chest. He smiles down at you and somewhere deep down you feel something break open that you thought was locked away long ago.

And as you stand there looking up at the man you thought you'd never see again, you feel a flicker of something that could grow into a blaze.

You stand there in the silence that follows the words of your soulmate, the rough vibration of his voice still trembling through your fingertips where they lay against his chest, as you stare up into his hypnotic green eyes. The sunlight that streams in from the windows at you back traces the hardened edges of his handsome face turning his dark hair a honeyed brown. A smile pulls at the end of his lips, crinkling his eyes, and bringing a softness to the rugged features that make your heart beat quicken.

He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen and yet nothing what you’d expected. You briefly wonder if you were what he expected, but judging from the women you'd seen him with in his memories you weren't, given that you looked nothing like them.

The air around the both of you warms as electricity pops and crackles along your skin skittering against the flesh and bringing goosebumps in its wake. A wave of heat travels from where Ben's hand is gently cupping your chin in his calloused fingertips, that makes you feel like you're melting from the inside out...

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[howifeltabouthim]

She had always known me, known me before I was born and was now simply waiting for me to return to her.

Jenn Lyons, from The Ruin of Kings

[johtoes]

𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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Liora stood tall as she tried to steady herself, but the weight of everything crashing down on her was almost too much to bear. The world around her felt alien, the air was different, thick with magic and power she had never felt before. There was something ancient in this land, something alive in the very earth beneath her feet.

The feeling of the powerful hands that had caught her still lingered, like fire spreading through her veins. She forced her breath to steady, her pulse still racing. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to grasp at any semblance of understanding. Rhysand. The name echoed in her mind, but his face... his face was so much more than she expected.

Rhysand stood a few paces away, his wings now folded neatly behind him, but the power that radiated off him was impossible to ignore. His violet eyes never left hers, intense and calculating, as though he were seeing right through her.

Liora clenched her fists at her sides, trying to force her emotions into something manageable. She was a warrior. She couldn't show weakness, not now. Not in this strange world where she was no one. Where she didn't belong.

"Where am I?" Liora finally asked, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions brewing inside.

Rhysand's lips curved upward in a half-smile, but there was something almost sad in his expression. "You're in Prythian. Specifically, the Night Court."

"Prythian?" Liora repeated, the name foreign on her tongue. Her mind tried to connect it to something she knew, but the words didn't make sense. The moment she tried to understand, another wave of power washed over her, and she struggled to keep her feet planted firmly on the ground.

"You're not from here," Rhysand observed, his eyes scanning her with a touch of amusement. "That much is clear."

Liora was quiet for a moment. She wanted to protest, to explain that she wasn't from anywhere near here, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she felt that strange tug again — a pull deep within her chest, as if something was calling to her. Something powerful and familiar, but at the same time, it was a sensation she had never felt before. It was as if this land had a heartbeat of its own, one that resonated with her.

Rhysand seemed to sense the shift in her, his gaze narrowing with newfound curiosity. "You're not just a warrior, are you?" he said softly, his tone more probing than before.

Liora took a step back, not entirely sure how to answer. Her strength, her skills, her faith in the goddess... they were all part of who she was. But this feeling? This strange, magnetic force? She didn't know what to make of it.

Before she could gather her thoughts, a sound caught her attention. From the trees behind them, a woman emerged — a figure with a sharp, warrior's gaze. In her arms, she cradled a small bundle, the soft sound of a baby's cooing breaking through the air. The woman's dark hair framed her face, and her expression was one of strength and warmth, a mixture of protective love and an unspoken power.

Rhysand looked over his shoulder and then to the woman, his expression softening slightly. "Feyre," he said, his voice gentle. "This is Liora. She's not from here."

Feyre nodded, her eyes briefly scanning Liora with a mixture of curiosity and empathy. She stepped forward, still holding the baby in her arms. "Welcome to Prythian," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I'm Feyre, and this little one is my son, Nyx."

Liora nodded in return, still taking in her surroundings, her thoughts racing as she tried to piece everything together. The woman before her, Feyre was clearly strong, protective, much like herself. But there was a calmness in Feyre's gaze that Liora couldn't quite place. Something warm and inviting.

"How did you end up here?" Feyre asked, her tone gentle yet insistent, as though Liora's story was important, something to be understood.

Liora hesitated for a moment, her chest tightening as she recalled the chaos of the last few hours. "I... I was protecting my king. There was an assassin. I followed him through a portal, trying to stop something terrible from happening," she explained, her voice softening. "But I ended up here."

Feyre's gaze softened with understanding. "The rift," she said quietly. "It must have pulled you through. It's not uncommon for portals like that to open."

Liora's brow furrowed. "The rift?"

Rhysand stepped closer, his wings disappearing behind him. "A tear between worlds," he explained. "We've had other visitors from different realms before, but none like you."

Liora nodded slowly, still trying to comprehend the situation. "I don't know how to go back."

Feyre, still holding Nyx close, gave Liora a reassuring smile. "For now, you're safe here. We'll figure it out."

Liora's heart clenched. She had never been one to rely on anyone, especially not in a world so foreign to her. But something about Feyre's kindness, the quiet strength in her voice, made her hesitate before speaking again.

"Thank you," Liora said, unsure if it was for the safety or the fact that she was no longer alone in a place so unknown.

Rhysand gave her a knowing look, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Come. I have a cabin not far from here where we can talk. "

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[xaliceatlasx]

Slightly late the #fated party! Colored pencil drawing by me, scene totally in the story. Just a little straightforward fixit for our foxy baby boy.

[19silvermirrors]

All stars in the sky are yours🌟✨

[undead-knick-knack]

Instead of being written in the stars, Imogen and Fearne are written in the moon

[rhysdoesstuff]

Lancelot from Fated the Musical

[djohnhopper]

The great grand daddy of all things gothic, melancholic, fated. Born today in 1809. Happy 216th, Edgar.

[mydark-impulse]

Maybe in another universe one of us didn’t go astray, another didn’t die tragically and the last didn’t get left alone.

[unabashedqueenfury]

Reign 2013-17/01-07

Mary and Francis

[kornyart]

"fated" 🌷

This is kinda like a vent piece but i rly love how it turned out, i was testing out a new pencil brush pack and i mixed it with a watercolor one just like how i used to do when i used to do traditional art

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[howifeltabouthim]

She felt as if this had happened before, long ago, and she'd been trying to get back to it all this time.

Susan Minot, from Don't Be a Stranger