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[fuckyesfeysand]

Creator Highlight #16 - @witchlingsandwyverns

Welcome back to Feysand Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!

Today we want to highlight @witchlingsandwyverns! She is our very own multi-hyphenate talent: an extra talented fandom artist making gorgeous and romantic fantasy pieces, and also now an author!

@witchlingsandwyverns has created some of the most recognizable ACOTAR artwork and works with a combination of beautiful lineart, dreamy colors, and a classic fantasy look mixed with a heavy dose of romance. Her love for books and fantasy stories comes through in her personal work and commissions. You might recognize her Night Court family piece as the Official Feysand week image!

In addition to being an incredible artist and supporter of fandom artists and writers, she's started to bless us with her sexy Feysand writing as well on AO3 under the name BetweentheBookends.

Here are some of her Feysand artwork pieces from her blog and you can read her work on AO3.

Feyre and Rhys in the Library

A gift for @reverie-tales for the ACOTAR gift exchange 2023!

High Lady and Spy

A commission for Feysand Week 2023 from @the-lonelybarricade and @separatist-apologist

The Comfort of Daemati on AO3

Feyre needs to relax, Rhys steps in to help.

Thank you for sharing your work with us and making the fandom a better place!

Want to nominate someone? Fill out the form HERE

[sajirah]

For @reverie-tales because she’s a Feysand simp like the rest of us and she’s also the sweetest person ever.

[thefatesofspring]

One thing that baffles me about the acotar fandom is they are absolutely disgusted by the Nesta x Azriel ship saying “oh my they’re like brother or sister” blah blah blah (to me they’ve always given would be/could be/should be lovers/mates) but have got NO PROBLEM shipping Azriel with Rhysand’s SISTER…who is also seen as a SISTER to all 3 bat boys…like there’s been 0 indicators to say that Nesta & Azriel see each other as siblings…like a deleted scene in ACOSF is the 3sum between Nesta, Cassian & Azriel & SJM herself said it got taken out but to make whatever of that.

Like if you can ship Azriel with Rhysand’s sister then you shouldn’t have a problem shipping him with Nesta.

Just say you hate Nesta & keep it moving.

[flowerflamestars]

[highladyofterrasen7]

Behind any feysand post on pintrest:

Is some random saying how it’s “so nesta and cassian”

[starfall-spirit]

ARE YOU REALLY GONNA WRITE THAT FEYSAND AU WITH DRUNK FEYRE AND HOT PROFESSOR RHYS??? AhhhhhhhHhHhhHdbd dkakxnfbr

Actually it’s gonna be HOLY FUCK I KNOW I SAID I COULD GO OUT LAST NIGHT AND STILL GET THE ESSAY IN ON TIME BUT MY ANCIENT LAPTOP FINALLY CRASHED AND I LOST EVERYTHING

SHUT UP ABOUT SCHOOL, DO YOU KNOW HOW IRRESPONSIBLE IT IS TO DRIVE ACROSS TOWN HUNGOVER? I’ll give you an extension if you take some aspirin.

And then they fuck.

But yes, I am.

Edit: they fuck after reviewing the text she sent him the night before 😏

[westrangecollectionkoalaposts]

It feels like nessian isn't a mating bond per se but a curse the cauldron threw at nesta, as by one side she will always be suffering at his side and by other, the fact they are mates kinda unlocked a chain of events that leaded to nesta having to give up the powers she took from the cauldron in order to save her sister.

The Archerons' Mating Bonds are Fake

This isn't about personal preference for or against mating bonds.

The mating bond lore is wishy washy like all her world building but ultimately it's 2 things - a bridge between equals and a magical eugenics programme.

However, especially for Feysand and Nessian, this does work??

1: the mating bond is about the children produced. (Which is why I often call it the Magical Eugenics Programme.)

It's literally called a MATING bond. Mating is sex for the purpose of reproduction. The fae even go into a frenzy to try and make sure the female is impregnated.

And it works in canon because, somehow a relatively normal HL and a normal Illyrian woman had Rhysand who is (allegedly) the Most Powerful.

In fact it is mostly geared towards magical eugenics because the same example is one of a mating bond between two people who didn't love/ weren't right for each other as individuals.

And the Archerons are anomalies.

We're meant to believe that Rhysand ( and Cassian) felt these bonds when his mate was human.

But if an Illyrian baby can kill not just a high Fae but a high Fae as supposedly overpowered as Feyre - a human stands no fucking chance. So how could they be mates??

And let's say you believe that the Archerons aren't anomalies, I'll give you Feyre and Elain but Nesta is quite literally an unnatural entity who should not exist.

And if it was always Feyre's fate to become Fae - then the baby wouldn't have been dangerous or straight up impossible to have without anomalous magic like Nesta's or even Feyre's stolen shapeshifting.

Nessian has the same problem.

2) the mating bond is a mind link between equals. (Equals in what?? Again Rhysand's mom was like an 18 or 19 yo lesser Fae and his dad was a 900yo HL!! So what the fu)

Here Feysand makes more sense if again, you take it that Feyre was always gonna be a overpowered high.

But Nessian???

Again Nesta is a straight up unnatural entity who shouldn't be alive as an Fae or immortal. But she is. And she's one of the most powerful creatures to exist, EVER, so it makes no sense for not only a normal Fae but even a lower Fae to be her mate.

Elain x Lucien is the only pairing that makes sense in any way. Elain is Made, more powerful than most Fae and Lucien is the only Fae we know of who seems to have power of more than 1 court.

Their personalities or power levels don't clash as badly either and ultimately the only thing that might impede them is that Elain might choose to reject bond.

According to sjm's own lore, mating bonds are rare. Feysand's bond could just be a daemati connection, it would make more sense.

Cassian could just like Nesta, but it's basically impossible for him to be her mate or for her to even have one.

[yourlittlebunnyy]

quick and honest opinion on some ships in ACOTAR

feylin only with first book feyre. if not, tamlin deserves better.

feysand no, no and no.

nessian NO. my beloved nesta deserves so much better than this immature man.

neris yes. see? someone like him. he would treat her like the queen she is.

elriel no. i think azriel is just attracted to elain cause she is an archeron.

elucien YES. they have the potential to be the best couple in the series let's hope sjm dont fuck this up.

gwynriel yeppy! they would be cute and silly:)

tamsand is canon im my head.

emorie NO. emerie deserves to be happy but i feel like mor would be a copy of cassian.

gonna make a part 2 !

[knoxic]

How to be a High Lady? part 2

Eris Vanserra x Mate!Reader

Summary: Reader's first meeting as a HL, Rhysand makes some comments and reader chews him out, then smut🤭

wc: 2k

warnings: Feysand slander, cursing and a shit ton of dialogue

a/n: the way there's so little of Eris here...sorry😔 but I'll make up for it if I make a part 3, with just the two of them, maybe their domestic lives and doing High Lord & Lady things in Autumn, idk maybe smut?

part 1

How they met

Their morning was slow, starting with lazy cuddles in bed followed by an easy breakfast. Her daily meditation helped gather her thoughts and feelings about the meeting ahead, when she focused on it, she could see flashes of messy handwriting and a dark room.

Dressing for the meeting took longer than she'd expected, Eris being the last one to finish so he could match her dress, it had turned into a habit now for him to combine his vest with her dresses or corsets.

After getting through her first meeting, their arrival this time was easier, not caring if people were staring at her or whispering behind her back, she knew today would be tough and her mind was set straight. They were the last ones to arrive, which was weird, she'd made sure they weren't late. The meeting started smoothly, but it didn't remain that way.

"I'm just saying, it'd be better if we cooperated..." Feyre chimed in when no one agreed with Rhysand's words. After hearing those contradictory words she couldn't not intervene.

"No offense, Feyre, but I don't think you're the best person to say that." She said, hoping that it wouldn't cause Rhysand to come for her neck yet. Feyre was stunned for a moment, clearly taken aback.

"And why is that?"

"We can't cooperate if the other part is deceitful."

"Are you calling my High Lady a liar?" Cassian roughly uttered.

"No." Her voice was steady, not showing any traces of fear, because this time she was, in fact, fearless. "I'm saying, how can we know if you're trustworthy when most of your court doesn't even trust you? How can we trust that you won't ruin our courts, like you've done before."

"Again you go speaking of my court." Rhysand growled. "You've been High Lady for a day and think you know everything. Tell me, you seem so sure of what goes beyond my wards... have you been in my court before?" Every word he spoke carried an generous amount of venom.

"No, and I have no desire to do so."

"Then how the fuck do you know so much? Are you a fucking witch or what?" His eyebrows danced showing how pissed he was, apparently not knowing everything seemed to have that effect on him.

The possibilities of what could happen depending on what she responded were running through her head, her first response would be to deny but if she did and they figured it out, which they probably would eventually, she'd be a treacherous witch and that was...

"Yes. I am a witch." The silence in the room was deafening, her ears were ringing, "And so far, my powers have only showed me objects in need of help, faes, humans... courts. I do what I can to help them–"

"I've lived in Night Court for centuries, I helped them, I made things better, I ruled them, you have no right to suddenly decide the way I rule my court is not enough, you don't know." Rhysand growled.

"But I do," her words were firm, matching his tone, "They're not my people and its not my court, but they need someone to care for them, most people in Hewn City have never seen the sky above their heads because they're trapped under a fucking mountain. Have it ever occurred to you that there may be innocent people living there? Children, like your son–"

"Watch it–" Azriel spat. She changed courses.

"Have it occurred to you that maybe they despise you because you never showed them empathy? Instead of trying to gain their approval by providing you could be a good High Lord, you locked them up." She never faltered, every word was spoken loud and clear.

Night's High Lord was fuming, if yesterday she thought his eyes promised death, now they were death. Sharp pain ran across the thick walls she built around her mind, as if claws had just taken a hold of her brain, causing her eyebrows to furrowed as a sharp gasp left her mouth. Thankfully, she spent years working on her mind and everything beyond, and with a strong spell to protect her body, it wouldn't be so easy for him to get through her mind.

"Rhysand!" Eris hissed, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. She needed to act before Eris attacked him, it wouldn't be pretty.

"If you wanted to see it for yourself, you could've just asked." She teased, but it was true, she would've showed him if he wanted her to. She opened her walls and launched him every memories she had of his people, every small shot her gift had shown her of them.

Rhysand's mouth twitched, his frown deepening. She wasn't sure if it was from being unable to break his way through her mind or because the image she told him about was true. Feyre's expression soured and she could imagine that they were having a mind conversation right at that moment, maybe he showed her the images too.

"That's not true" She said. Was that not enough?

"But it is."

"Certainly you've been wrong before." Rhysand uttered, his voice close to a growl.

"No. If it's shown to me, it's true." If they still didn't believe, she might as well tell them how it works, "If I see something, it's because it has happened or will happen soon, I'm able to differentiate them and when I can prevent them from happening, I do. What I showed you has already happened– has been happening for centuries."

"Have you seen things from other courts?" Tarquin's voice was hesitant, "Summer?" He eyes the other High Lords, all of them silently agreeing with his question.

"Well, yes. I saw Spring's downfall but it was too late, and–" Eris' hot hand on her arm made her look at him, searching for any traces that could show he wanted to maintain secrecy, she found none. "Autumn's genocide."

"That's why you took over..." Tamlin whispered, looking at Eris who gave a simple, almost imperceptible, nod in response.

"How long have you been seeing our court in your..."

"Memories. They're memories, from other people, from now and from the future. A couple years, at first I tried to gather information about what happened there but... it was well hidden."

"Oh–"

"Why'd you never say anything? If you were oh so worried about them." Mor sarcastically spoke. For someone who knows what is like living there, she's embarrassingly hypocritical.

"Would it have changed anything? By the time I stopped looking for them, Feyre was already here. Things changed–"

"And she became High Lady, did you not think you could have talked to her, if you're so sure I wouldn't have done anything." She should be cautious, but then, she had been playing with fire for over a century now. She was almost vibrating with the need to speak what she really thought, but her neck was at risk.

"What, little witchy lost her words? Or did your gift make an appearance?" Rhysand smirked at her. Fuck it.

"Feyre was barely fae at the time and being honest... she doesn't even have that much credibility does she?" His smirk fell, the room filled with dense darkness, hands tried to grasp at her but were pushed back by the wards she'd silently set around herself and Eris, knowing they'd come for him too. It was ancient magic, not that easy to break.

"Rhysand! Stop!" A chorus of commands for him to control himself. Eris' and Helion's power lit up the spacious room, the latter using his powers to hold and push Rhysand back, extremely bright light making the room clear again, after all, he was in his home court. In the midst of darkness, Eris had pulled her to her feet to stand behind him, their hands wrapped around the other's waist.

"If you can't control yourselves I suggest you leave, go fight somewhere else!" Helion shouted.

"Helion, I think this is a matter for our meeting, if she knows things, we should hear." Kallias spoke calmly, not trying to set any of us off, he glanced in Rhysand's direction, who was being held back by Feyre with a hand on his arm. Helion seemed to ponder Kallias words, eyeing her and Rhysand and their mates.

"Fine, behave, or I'll ban all of you."

"You can't possibly think I'll just stand and whatch her talking about my mate like that!" Rhysand spat incredulous, Feyre tapped his arm to gather his attention.

"Let's listen to what she has to say." Feyre said, looking back at her friends, trying to hold them back, Mor leaned back against Feyre's chair, where she'd been since they arrived, she'd gladly stand back and watch as Cassian and Azriel ripped Eris to pieces.

"Bullshit, obviously." Their General uttered, still staring her down until Eris blocked his view of her.

"Alright, continue..." Rhysand spoke, staring her up and down before sitting back in his chair, Cassian watched him before stepping back, Azriel still glared at her as he did the same. Clearly Rhysand had just told them to back off. "Go on. What were you saying about my High Lady?" She calmly pulled back from Eris, gently grasping his hand and pulling him so they could sit back down too, taking a deep breath before signing their 'enemies' certificate.

"Your own 'Inner Circle' doesn't respect her commands, how would she change the way a whole city runs?" Rhysand banged a hand against the arm of his chair while Feyre's mouth fell open, his growl echoing through the room before he lunged forward.

"Out, now!" Helion stood up and pointed to the door, "Now, Rhysand."

Rhysand was practically foaming when he left, snatching a hand around Feyre's waist before winnowing out, the other three following quickly after giving her nasty looks, if she didn't know them, she'd think they were cursing her. The tense atmosphere in the room was rough to bear.

"Are you alright?" A soft voice asked her. Viviane.

"Yes."

"That was really brave, badass." She smiled.

"Brave indeed, I can't tell if you're lucky or just that powerful. I don't know how you're still alive..." Thesan laughed incredulous.

"She wouldn't defy him if she didn't know she could take it." Eris smirked, squeezing her hand in reassurance. While she was bragging about her, she noticed Helion with his fingers massaging his temples.

"We can leave if you want, I'm sorry if we made you uncomfortable," talking a look around the room she noticed all of them looking at her, "any of you."

"I think Rhys needed someone to throw the shit he does to his face, none of us were really able to do it, you did, and it was nice to watch." Tamlin said, amusement written all over his face.

"I agree, the Inner Circle has done and said things we don't agree, but any time we tried to mention it they'd just turn the situation over, would pretend it didn't happen that way or that it wasn't so bad. Rhysand and Feyre both need to see that they're not as good and right as they think they are, someone to humble them could be of use." Tarquin smiled lightly and gave her a wink.

"Do they really not respect her? I had seen signs of it but... they seem so close that I just brushed it off." Helion waved a hand while speaking.

"Is not that they don't respect her, I think they just don't take her seriously. I mean, compared to them she is still a child, she grew up too soon but she's still immature. I don't know why Rhysand made her a High Lady but it doesn't change the fact that, he gave her the title, she didn't know anything about being a High Lady and barely knew anything about our world. Maybe she'd make a good one if she knew what to do, but she just sits and lets her judgment be set by what Rhysand says." She seemed to have a talent to make people go quiet. After a moment of silence, everyone pondering what they just heard, Day's High Lord spoke.

"You're definitely something."

[throneofsapphics]

last avenues

Feysand x Reader

Summary: “Am I supposed to be impressed?” and “Is that all you have?” With Feysand 

Warnings: light sexual content, minors dni, possibly dubcon/dark-ish

A/N: for this!

A jasmine scented breeze, walls of white marble, sporadically broken by open doorways and stairwells

Moonstone Palace, what a pretentious name, you thought, although it fit. 

Maybe you were bitter, maybe inconsiderate, but after all you were a person with nowhere to go, a lost soul caught between worlds, bound here by your mates.  

Yes, the word still held meaning, the explanation behind the near-irresistible tug clenching at your, unwillingly dragging you inch by inch towards them. They knew it too, and you hated that. 

The looks they’d exchange with each other at your resistance, the small indent at the corner of their mouths, mighty and ethereal Fae amused at your attitude. 

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” You muttered, tone lacking any malice, considering you were impressed.

“We thought you could use a break,” Rhysand - who insisted you call him Rhys, replied. 

“A break?” You whirled around to face them, “from what?” 

“People. The City.” He shrugged, hands tucked into his pockets, Feyre standing to his right, her hands clasped before her. The High Lady of the Night Court seemed … nervous. A tang of regret hit you,  washed away as soon as you recognized it. 

“We’ve noticed you don’t like the crowds,” her soft voice floated over the room. 

It was quite thoughtful, and because of that you kept your mouth shut and your acid tongue reined in, and turned back around to study your new surroundings. If you’d known they noticed the small victory, maybe you would’ve snapped at them. 

-

Rhys was tired of you. Tired of trying to reach you, of trying to find a crack in that wall - no, fortress, you surrounded yourself with. Tired of your sharp retorts, of the hurt he felt flare from Feyre each time you rebuked them. Yes, he’d tried sympathy, empathy, time, but it had been months now, and he needed to try a different approach before he lost his mind and temper completely. 

Perhaps you sensed the brewing storm, because as soon as he’d strolled through the doorway, your book snapped closed, body tensed, eyes alert, aware, and cautious. Good. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” He growled, as a greeting. 

-

Feyre entered, and Mother above, she loved what she saw. 

You, bent over the back of the couch, hair twisted around one of Rhys’s hands, his other hand gripping your hip tight enough she knew fingertip sized bruises would paint them the next day. Your own hands clawed at the fabric, trying desperately to get a solid grip as he slammed into you, over and over. 

She sensed the moment noticed her, tilting her head to meet your pretty eyes, and blinked at the mischief greeting her.  “Is that all you have?” You taunted Rhys, voice breathless, and she wondered if you could take more.

[lullabesstie]

Found this comment on Reddit. Couldn’t explain it better than this.

“It’s clear from Mist and Fury that the original ships were: Feysand, Nessian, Elucien, and Mor/Azriel. Like it’s so obvious the way she wrote Mor and Azriel; Mor even seems vaguely interested/torn about Az. Looking at interviews, SJM even talks about Elucien as a couple (eg where would they like to travel together, etc).

Flash forward to ACOWAR. For whatever reason (lack of chemistry with Az, wanting more diversity) SJM has Mor say that she prefers women. This time the Az-pining-for-Mor is more desperate/feels like a zero chance of being requited. SJM also introduces Az as a potential love interest for Elain because she loves throwing a wrench. Just because Elucien are mates doesn’t mean they’ll have it easy; SJM’s whole thing is angst. She had to throw in a love triangle to make it uncertain. This is the first couple where mate status is confirmed upon meeting.

But there’s a problem now. If Az and Mor are no longer endgame, who will they end up with? is it not suspicious that the two new characters introduced in SF (Gwyn and Emerie) just HAPPEN to be potentially be good partners for Az and Mor? Like it’s not a coincidence that Emerie looks at Mor and blushes, remarking how pretty she is. It’s not a coincidence that Az and Gwyn have so many interactions in the text. It’s not a coincidence that a “random side character” shows up in a bonus chapter.

When SJM created Gwyn and Emerie, it wasn’t just to give Nesta friends. These characters clearly didn’t exist when she wrote MAF. SJM wanted new characters that would solve her retcon of ending Az/Mor. She wanted to solve the Mor/Az retcon so bad that she created a NEW RETCON of Az going to Sangravah. Like why bother to add that detail if it’s not important.

Also: poor Lucien. His endgame heroine was supposed to be Nesta until SJM realized they would be terrible together and that Nessian had better chemistry. So she gives Elucien the mating bond. Like is she really going to fuck Lucien over TWICE? She loves him as a character and has put him through the wringer. Yes, I agree that SJM can change her mind and maybe is open to mate rejection, but Lucien has already switched love interests from Nesta to Elain! Who else is he going to switch to, considering that Jurian and Vassa are “at each other’s throats?”

Finally, please think about the number of books left. Ignoring novellas (which are probably gonna be fluffy ones like ACOFAS where nothing happens), there are two main books left. Two couples.

Option A:

• ⁠Gwynriel (Valkyrie growth, Illyrian rebellion, exploring Ramiel, Gwyn’s autumn heritage and maybe lightsinger?? powers)

• ⁠Elucien (Helion secret baby, defeating Koschei, freeing Vassa, fixing spring court)

Option B

• ⁠Elriel (mate rejection storyline, potentially some stuff above)

• ⁠?????

Literally WHO is the second book in this equation? Lucien and Vassa?? We barely know Vassa and there’s barely any connection to Night Court. And Lucien’s book is going to be depressing as fuck dealing with mate rejection; does anyone want to read two heavy books of rejection? Jurian and Vassa: again, we barely know them! At least with Tower of Dawn, Chaol had been a main character for a long time with POV. SJM will not do a full-length Emerie/Mor book as much as I would love for one. She’s very cognizant of criticism re: Mor bi rep in the past; she doesn’t want to open a can of worms and be accused of writing bad sapphic rep. If anything, I can see a fluffy Emerie/Mor novella with little angst (or them getting together in the background of other books).

So from a meta structural level, I don’t understand who the second couple will be if Elriel is endgame. Lucien/Vassa is the most plausible answer, but 1) we barely know Vassa, 2) she’s human and Lucien is immortal. So are we going to toss her into the Cauldron to make her immortal? Serious question, and 3) I don’t want TWO books about mate rejection, it’s depressing as hell. I can see one but not two.

But with Gwynriel and Elucien, you have enormous fan and audience interest in ALL FOUR CHARACTERS. They’re directly tied to Night Court and SJM so far has no intention of staying away from the core group.”

[danikamariewrites]

what do you think about batboys/ feysand/ nessian with a mate that used to get bullied before they met, And one day they’re at ritas and she sees her old bullies and she freezes up. They notice and reader explains and they beat the bullies up, UGHH THE ANGSTT AND COMFORT👀🤍

Ex’s Are Assholes

Poly!batboys x reader

A/n: I went with the boys on this one bc they’d go feral if you ran into your old bully (I didn’t proof read this so sorry in advance for typos I didn’t have the energy)

Warnings: over protective bat boys and slight violence

For date night the boys decided to take you drinking and dancing at Rita’s. It wasn’t with the rest of the group, just you and your mates. And they promised you ice cream later so you were happy to go to Rita’s for date night.

You were just happy to have their undivided attention. Currently you were dancing with Rhys. He spun you, pulled you back into him so he could sway with you to the music.

Cassian and Azriel made their way back to you holding drinks for all of you. Cassian handed Rhys his wine and you your cocktail. As you danced around with them more Cass accidentally bumped your arm causing you to spill your drink.

“Oh, honey! I am so sorry. Let me get you another one.” He said in that sweet apologetic tone. You smiled at him kissing his cheeks. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gunna go get another.” You sauntered off to the bar shooting them a wink over your shoulder.

Approaching the bar you spot Marcy, your favorite bartender ever! “Hi y/n! Usual cocktail?” You gave her a big smile. “Yes please. Cass made me spill.” March smiled and shook her head as she made you another drink. “I’m out of your choice of vodka. I’m gunna go grab another bottle.” She said, walking out from behind the bar toward the back room.

As you waited by the bar you felt someone nudge your arm. You moved over a smidge to give the stranger room but you couldn’t shake the familiarity of their presence. Glancing next to you, you stop breathing. Your ex-boyfriend is staring down at you, wearing a smirk that made you squirm.

“Hi y/n.” He drawls clearly drunk. He tries to tilt your head up by your chin but you jerk away. This male was the last person you wanted to see. He treated you like shit throughout your relationship. He was verbally abusive and tried to turn your friends against you. Gaslighting you was his fucking hobby and when you had enough he played the victim.

You firm,y pointed a finger at him, “Don’t ever. Fucking touch me again.” Your voice shook a little, your eyes going wide as tears welled in them. You hated that he had this affect on you. “Come on sweetheart. You know you want me back.”

You were at a loss for words. The only thing on your mind was getting back to the safety of your boys and getting the fuck out of here. You turned on your heel and sped walked through the bar until you saw the back of Cassian’s wings.

You rant the last few steps, grabbing Azriel’s arm to try and stop your hands from shaking. You looked back at the bar and saw your ex walking toward you. “I want to go home. We have to go now.” Azriel put his drink down on the high top table they were standing at, gently holding your arms.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Your whole body was shaking at this point. Cassian and Rhys followed your gaze and saw the male drunkenly stumbling towards you. “Was he bothering you?” Rhys’ voice tense and dark. You nod. “He’s my ex.”

You let your tears flow down your cheeks and that sent Cassian over the edge. He stretched out his neck and cracked his knuckles. Az steered you into Rhys’ arms copying Cassian’s movements. Your ex finally made it to the table and clearly couldn’t read their mood.

He tried to walk toward you but Cassian caught his shoulder in a bone crushing grip. “She doesn’t want to speak to you. I suggest you leave.” He growled out. “Or things won’t work out so well for you.” Az added, his voice deadly.

Your ex tried to push Cassian and that’s all they needed. Azriel’s shadows restrained him and he struggled against the dark chains. “Take her home.” Cassian commanded to Rhys. “We’ll be there in a bit.” The two Illyrians led the male outside. The last thing you saw was the door slamming shut before darkness surrounded you and Rhys.

When light appeared again you were back in the living room of the Town House. You collapsed on the couch and began to sob. Rhys held you against him rubbing soothing circles on your back. “It’s ok. You’re safe now, it’s just us. No one’s going to hurt you y/n.”

Pulling yourself together you sat up and wiped at your eyes. Rhys scooted down the couch an inch to give you some space as you took deep breaths. “I hate that he got this reaction out of me.” You gave him a sad look which he returned. “I know darling. Sometimes we hold on to things without even knowing it. And it’s ok to cry about it, there’s nothing wrong with letting those emotions out.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, slipping your arms around his neck as he pulled you into his lap.

A few moments later Cassian and Azriel came in the front door. Their knuckles bloody and panting. You rose form the couch motioning for the, to follow you. You led them to the upstairs bathroom and pointed at the edge of the massive tub, “Sit.”

They followed your orders and waited with their hands resting on their knees. Rhys came to stand next to you handing you two cloths. You wet both of them and started wiping their hands. “You don’t have to do this y/n.” Azriel said, his voice softer than it was when you left him at Rita’s. You just shook your head and continued cleaning his scarred hands until most of the blood was gone.

You threw the cloth in the laundry bin, picking up the other to clean Cassian’s hands. When you were done you kissed them both on their foreheads, pulling them up and leading them to bed.

That night they squished you extra tight between them. Making you feel safe and secure.

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[sapphicmsmarvel]

feysand: disability comfort

note: i have sciatica nerve pain and will for the rest of my life and i had a bad flare up recently (im at the lower end of that flare up as i write this)  so this is a super duper self indulgent fic. These are my specific symptoms and experiences, pls seek a medical professional’s opinion if you find yourself feeling the same things. 

Self diagnosing is dangerous ! 

We love doctors ! 

When you woke up, you knew it was going to be a bad day and that a potential flare up was on its way to you. 

You had shifted your leg ever so slightly, and felt it. 

The twang. 

And you sighed. The twang of the muscle was a sign that you were in for it for the rest of the day and possibly the next few days. It didn’t necessarily hurt. The twang was a minor discomfort. 

It was the most comfortable part of a flare up. 

So you got out of bed ever so carefully to not aggravate it further. You knew you’d be able to go to work and complete your tasks for the night court today, but the next few days? Might as well bring work home with you so you can do it from a bed. You were the last of the family to leave for the day, Feyre was at the studio, Rhys was running a city and Nyx was away with Auntie Nesta, Uncle Cassian and Uncle Azriel. 

When you went to grab your jacket, a note fell out of the coat pocket. 

Have a good day my love. MWAH Feyre didn’t need to sign it, her kiss mark with her pink lipstick was her trademark. 

When you went to grab your lunch, you saw Rhysand wrote you a note.

This is almost as delicious as me and Fey! See you soon, angel! 

Ps don’t forget about us while you're off running an entire newspaper! 

You couldn’t help but snort, he seems to forget he’s the main breadwinner. 

You were a journalist for Velaris. Extremely well known across the entirety of Prythian. You were the reason most of your staff were able to stay calm because you kept things in order. 

You didn’t start limping until you had gotten to your office, your secretary asked why you were limping and you lied that you twisted your ankle.

If anyone else had told you they were also disabled, you would offer them whatever they needed, and tell them how it wasn’t embarrassing and there were zero things to feel bad about.

But since it was you, you were quite hard on yourself. 

After putting out a small metaphorical fire, you were able to hide a bit in your office where you can limp and cry in peace. It was getting worse, the pain was more intense, it was white-hot pain at this point all across your lower back and butt. You had managed to not cry yet, teared up yes, but you were able to swallow them down. 

You had gotten to lunch, and that’s when you couldn’t stand up straight. 

Fuck. 

Feyre and Rhysand were absolutely on their way to the cafe you three had agreed to meet at today. But there was no way you would make it to that restaurant, back and then the walk home. 

You opened up the bond to say, I won’t be able to make it to lunch. Things are crazy over here, I will see you both at home. Love you!

Feyre’s worried voice came through. Is everything okay? 

Just a gossip column issue with the Spring Court branch! I’ll see you both at home. 

It was a small lie, technically there was an issue with the gossip column for the Spring Court branch. You just took care of that that morning, not the afternoon. 

Rhysand didn’t respond but you chose not to worry. 

You closed the bond and resumed your work, you were agonizing over some final edits when there was a knock at the door. You looked at the clock, you knew you had zero meetings for once today. 

“Come in.” You said. 

Then the door opened to your lovely spouses with food. 

“What the hell?” You asked. 

“We wanted to make sure you ate. But your secretary said that everything was calm.” Feyre tilted her head, those grey eyes narrowing and are somehow able to detect your lies. 

You stood up, “baby-” then your back just twinged and it caused you to gasp and nearly fall over. Your hands slapped against the oak of your desk, causing your pencil cup to rattle. 

“Y/N!” Rhysand was fast as light as he came to stabilize you. Feyre was right there at your front, the look of irritation quickly replaced by concern. 

You were trying to breathe deeply and Rhys’ hands were on your hips. 

“Sciatica pain?” Feyre’s brows furrowed as she asked. 

“Yeah.” You breathed out, Rhys’ large hands massaging your hips gently but not putting so much pressure on the area where it’s really throbbing because pressure doesn’t help all the time. 

“C’mon, sit.” Rhysand guided you down to your chair, and you let out a breath of relief at the loss of tension when you sat. However, there was still an echo of pain. 

“When did this start.” Rhys didn’t ask the question. He demanded it. 

“This morning.” “And you didn’t tell us because…?” 

You sighed, “I just. I hate this part of me. I didn’t want to bring attention to it.” 

“My love, it's a part of you, whether you like it or not.” Feyre said the harsh truth. 

You snorted. “Thanks.”

“Shut up.” She said and nudged your knee with her own paint splattered shoes. “It’s a part of you, and we love all parts of you. Granted, we don’t want to see you in pain, but if you are, we want to help you. We aren’t burdened by this.” 

Rhysand began scratching the top of your head lightly, but it was soothing. “So tell us the truth, Angel.” 

You sighed, and looked back and forth between them. “I hurt. A lot.” 

“You wanna go home?” Feyre asked. 

“More than anything. Am I allowed to do work? Or is that a no go?” You looked at them, “May I have my nurse's opinion?” 

Feyre smiled, “work stays here.” 

You looked at Rhys, who smiled and kissed your forehead, “work stays here.” He agreed. 

You sighed, as they began getting your stuff around to take home. You let Rhys winnow you home while Feyre ordered people around the office to not bother you. Your staff adored her and you, so it was an easy ask. She told them to just leave things on your desk and again, the world will not end if the paper is slightly delayed. But the way you ran the office, you were always a week ahead, with editing boxes available for actual timely events. 

So nothing was too crazy. 

By the time Feyre got home, you were in the bath. And Rhys was making your favorite foods. He already had your painkillers set out on a tray on the made bed. 

He’s such a housewife. 

You hated how much you had to depend on them for the next few days. You could barely move. It hurt to lay, it hurt to sit, to stand, anything. Even using the toilet, it took you a while to just get the momentum to stand up. (Rhys had bars installed to help you up because he knew you wouldn’t ask them).

Sometimes your leg would go completely numb or tingly. So they’d work with you to ‘wake’ your leg up. You knew they were scared when they saw you like that. You’d be scared if you saw them like that. 

When you went stir crazy from being in the house for a few days, they would bring you random drawers to organize. Or untangling Feyre’s jewelry from each other, organizing Rhys’s photo boxes. 

You and Feyre did stretches together as well, Rhys would press a hot cloth to your back and switch with a cold cloth when you requested. 

And when you’d cry from the pain, they would brush your hair back, they’d rub your sore spots if you wanted. They’d bring you water or snacks. 

They would comfort you through anything, and you couldn’t be happier. 

(Even though you felt completely miserable at the moment).

[umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken]

Post ACOSF

Mpreg Tamlin needs to happen if for no other purpose than to have him randomly shapeshift during a High Lord meeting in front of a GAWKING inner circle, who are like YOU CAN FUCKING SHAPESHIFT DURING PREGNANCY???

Tamlin: ...yes?... I'm a shapeshifter?... Of course I can shapeshift during pregnancy?...

IC + Feysand: YOU DIDMNT FUCKING THIHNK TO TELL US THIS???

Tamlin: Oh I'm sorry, was I supposed to be your helpful ally before or after you kept threatening to kill me?💅🏼

[yazthebookish]

"If Azriel wants a mate then why is he pursuing a mated female."

He gave you the answer:

"The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another." He had never before dared speak the words aloud.  

Let's start by a scenario where you [the reader] is desperately and hopelessly in love with someone whether they're mated or not, would the mating bond make a difference for you?

If you answer yes, then you admit that a mated pairing are unlike any other because they're connected on a soul level and that's why it would make a difference to you.

If you answer no, then the mating bond wouldn't be an important condition for you because you can love the person with or without a bond. The mating bond wouldn't be at the forefront when someone asks you to explain why you would pursue or want someone.

Now back to Azriel, why does it matter if Elain wasn't his mate? Would that make his "feelings" for her less meaningful?

If he is very confident Elain has no interest in Lucien, then why is he upset about her being mated to someone else?

"But he could be her second mate or true mate"

As of canon, there was no mention of multiple mates and it's been proven more than once that Elain and Lucien's bond is legit (they're a unique case because all other mated pairings knew about the bond when they were already in love). You have to twist the context to make it seem suspicious or out of the norm—and the only thing that is out of the norm here is unlike the other mated couples, they're the first one we see that aren't in love "yet".

So excluding the theory that he is Elain's true mate or that he is her second mate, doesn't his confession to Rhys prove that he is desperate for a bond.

He used Feysand and Nessian as an example because the equation in his head is not making sense with him being excluded from also getting an Archeron sister as a mate. To him, 3 brothers + 3 sisters makes sense but was that even a condition for either Rhys or Cassian to fall in love with either sisters? No.

And you know what are the two biggest red flags here:

1. He immediately questions the Cauldron not giving him a mate, or more specifically, the Cauldron gifting his brothers two Archeron sisters but the third wasn't his.

2. Does Elain want a mating bond with him, or anything to do with a bond at all? Based on what we've seen... no.

So the first point shows you that it wasn't his attraction or feelings for Elain that Azriel expressed or could've said things that came off more romantic like "I want her" "I've grown fond of her" "I feel good with her"—because I promise you he didn't need to do a whole love confession to Rhys to convince him and Rhys would've had a very different reaction than what we have seen.

But what we got was Azriel questioning the Cauldron and be visibly upset about not getting an Archeron sister—that what probably ticked off Rhys.

OR we, as the readers, were in his head so he didn't need to vocalize his feelings to Rhys (since the argument is often about he doesn't open up), we could've just read his thoughts

He is putting what he wants at the forefront without considering whether Elain wants a mating bond or not.

And then you have the final nail in the coffin:

Azriel said nothing. He hadn't gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to.  

Is this what it all boiled down to? Fantasies?

Where in his entire conversation with Rhys did the topic center on what Elain wanted or needed?

"Oh but Azriel did say she has no interest in Lucien and is making it clear to Rhys"

Sorry but that's Elain's piece to say and no where were we given any hint that Elain asked or opened up to Azriel about this. He is yet doing something that everyone else does for Elain: speak for her and assume what she needs.

Though I completely disagree with the idea that Azriel is a fuck boy. He isn't but this is a male that carries a lot of conflicted feelings and thoughts within him—his actions and words can be questionable but it doesn't mark him as someone who is a player. He is just hitting rock bottom.

[welldonebeca]

bratty baby *

Summary: When you act out, Steve and Bucky teach you, their bratty baby, a lesson.   (It’s just porn. There is barely a plot holding this together.) Warnings: Masturbation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Dom/Sub dynamics. Daddy kink. Smut. Patreon promo. Everyone in this story is 30 or older.

Masterlist 

Steve was busy and Bucky wasn't home.

Everything always started when Steve was busy and Bucky wasn't home, because you had to get horny when you were supposed to be entertaining yourself, and it wasn't your fault that entertaining yourself usually meant reading.

And maybe it was your fault that most of your reading materials were some sort of porn.

However, you could never fully entertain yourself when one of the boys were home, cause you were only allowed to masturbate when you were home alone, and only once a day at the most!

And how could you not get horny, when your boyfriends were so fucking hot and Steve looked so big and so delectable on that stupid couch where he was reading his reports?!

You sneaked to him with bare feet and just a big shirt you'd stolen right out of Bucky's wardrobe, holding a teddy bear nearly your size in your hand.

"Daddy?" you called softly.

He didn't even raise his head from the big and heavy folder on his hand.

"Yes, my baby?" he lowered his reading glasses, looking at something from over the lenses.

You pouted, swinging on the balls of your feet.

"I'm bored."

Steve hummed a little bit, tapping something onto his phone, but you couldn't see it.

"I know, baby," he set it aside. "But daddy's busy. Have you tried playing your games?"

"My Switch is out of juice," you kicked the air.

He picked up a pen, writing something onto the paper.

"And your kindle?"

You bit your lower lip.

"You know why I can't read my Kindle when you're home."

Steve glanced back at you, raising his eyebrow.

"What about your Sims game?"

You pouted.

"But daddy," you walked to him. "I don't want to play the Sims."

He sighed and you walked to him, sitting on his thighs with your legs spread, and he rested a hand on your back, still very focused.

You nuzzled into his neck, holding his shoulder, and he barely glaced at you when you adjusted yourself, pressing yourself against the fabric of his pants and started rocking your hips, rubbing your clit against his thigh.

"Princess," he lifted your shirt slowly, touching your lower back with his warm hand, and you shivered. "Why aren't you wearing your panties?"

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