#in other news Rhys has done me in for real this time WHAT WAS THAT TONGUE THING FOR

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Tonight we're SO excited to celebrate @littlest-w01f! 👀

🔥 Are you a fan of OCs? Want to read about multiple OCs? Anna's got you covered! Her Eris masterlist has several fics you can check out, but we recommend checking out Flames and Darkness, a mulit-chapter story that has us sitting at the edge of our seats.

We dare you to read her Eris Omegaverse week fic ft. Eris getting pegged 🤭

Read more to learn about @littlest-w01f 's thoughts on Eris and what she's getting him for secret santa!

What inspired you to start writing for Eris? And especially for Eris x OC instead of any other ship? I feel like there is so much to Eris that we don't know yet, we've barely begun to scratch the surface of his character. And honestly, from everything we do know about him, he has the makings of an amazing character if he's done justice (And I really hope I do). I feel like Eris is the kind of a character that if you try hard enough, you can ship him with anyone, and it will always make perfect sense. While I was reading Acowar I already was in love with what he could be so I built onto that and started getting fic ideas, some might think that he's lightly OOC in my fics, but he's perfect to me. I ship him with multiple of my OCs, I look at his character and decide what type of person would suit him best and build my character off of that till they are their own person whose sole purpose isn't being shipped with Eris, and sometimes the original reason I shipped them changes and I can see for myself that these OCs I have created always end up being more intimately attached to the character I pair them with as time goes by. I love my pairings cause they are special to me. I put him with many different types of characters and I love writing how he reacts differently to them, he's more cold to some he's a puddle of fluff with some.

What are some of Eris's most misunderstood qualities?

 I feel like we don't really know the real canon Eris at all, because we're seeing things from the pov of the Night Court so there is no reason for him to be his true self with them and it's easy for him to be lumped with "people who don't like/care for the IC" and some people hate him for that while the others love it when there is so much more to him. Obviously many people have pointed out the similarities between Eris and Rhys, but the main difference between them is that we see Rhys from the eyes of someone he loves and cares for that's why we see him giving reasons to his actions, while with Eris we haven't got that yet. Even still, it is clear to see that Eris has a close relationship with his guards and was genuinely worried for them when they were taken. Just because he doesn't care enough for one set of characters, doesn't mean he doesn't care at all. I doubt anyone knows the complete true Eris as of now but I hope we get to.

Can you give me a name for one of Eris's brothers? And also for one of his dogs?

Omg thank you for asking me this, I love names and their meanings, Eris is the damn lady of strife and I think it's all pretty cool. I named the second Vanserra son "Arlin" in one of my fics and will carry it forward for the rest of the fics which means "Warrior", which makes sense to me as after the Heir comes the Warrior. For the puppies, well smoke hounds, the youngest is "Ivy" in my eyes cause she always loves getting tangled up in vines and Eris has to free her every two seconds before she rushes off again to tackle vegetation, and that image in my head is too cute.

You have to get Eris a gift for secret santa - What are you getting him?

A. New. Father! With a ribbon and everything. Talking seriously, I feel like he's never had something cute before so a soft little fox stuffie or something along those lines I HC that Beron threw away any toys Eris had when he deemed Eris too old to play/have fun... That b*tch 😒

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of two hearts one heart make we

It is the right of Rhysand, consort to the New Queen Amarantha, to take all Omegas in the land as his. Feyre, even at the altar, cannot escape this fate. Nor, it seems, can her sisters. Part 1 of 2. Feysand, with Rhysand/Nesta and Rhysand/Elain. Dubious consent, A/B/O, voyeurism, AU. Dead dove I don't wanna see none of y'all making noise about "eww, Rhys and Nesta"

yeah yeah yeah, the week is over, I'm agonizing over this and it's not done. But here's a part one for @acotar-omegaverse-week

I'm too scared to post this on AO3 that's how you know this is insane and the premise is weak. But, unfortunately, I wrote it and I think it's hot

Title from "The Heart that Loveth Me", which I'm not even sure is a real poem because the only place I can find it is a blog?

It was quite a leap to go from orphan girl on the fringe of society to Lady of the land, and if all went well today Feyre would be successful in taking that step. 

Already, the days had seemed like a dream. From the moment the Lord spied her washing off in a stream— a faerie come to tempt him— to the quick proposal of marriage to her wedding day. But Lord Tamlin knew what he wanted, and who was she to question him? He got a wife, she received a belly full of food, a warm bed for her and her sisters, and a decent man. Feyre was uncommonly lucky. 

Handmaidens brushed her hair and dabbed scented oil on her skin. Nesta and Elain watched, sitting at the other end of the room. The dark wood and gray stone showed its age, and the room smelled smoky from the centuries of fires made in its great hearth. The crackle of the fire and the scrape of the brush through Feyre’s hair were the only sounds in the room. Elsewhere, the chapel attached to the palace was filling with noble guests. 

“What if he shows up?” The words spilled from Feyre’s mouth. Her eyes met Nesta’s in the looking glass.

“He won’t,” a matronly woman said. She was here to supervise the handmaidens. “This is a joyous day, child.” 

Nesta wasn’t as convinced. “How many guards in this palace?” 

“Many,” the matron nearly snaps Nesta’s nose off. “Four shall be assigned to the bride. Two each for you and your sister.” 

If he did show up, that might not be enough. No one states the obvious. 

It’s not long before she stands at the door to the room, wary of sitting should something be knocked askew. Feyre has never seen anyone wear this much cream and gold. How many bellies could be fed with the silver it took to pay for such a gown that glows in the sunlight? The wildflowers in her hair, in contrast, were plucked by her own sisters in the fields outside the wall.

Outside. Feyre is glad to be marrying Tamlin, for she will no longer have to go outside to hunt and scavenge. She will no longer be allowed to romp through the mud and bathe in streams. Really, she would be surprised if she were allowed to leave the confines of the palace. 

“This is a bad idea.”

“Nesta!” It’s only the three sisters and a chambermaid in the room, but Elain still glances around like the groom himself will step out of the shadows. 

Their oldest sister crosses her arms. “You don’t know for sure that he will continue to let you take the necessary precautions. You place too much trust in a man you don’t know well enough. Worse, you endanger our lives.”

Elain shakes her head. “Feyre is saving our lives—”

“If we stay in this household,” Nesta barrels forward. “Even if we are given a holding of our own, there will be servants. It is too hard to keep this quiet when you are never alone, Feyre!”

“Why should you keep it quiet?” She fiddles with the posy in her hands. “Do you not think my husband can protect all of us?”

Nesta sneers. “No, I do not, and neither do you!”

Feyre does not get a chance to respond. A knock followed by the door swinging open signals the end of their time together. A page boy nods shallowly. “Please follow me.”

There is no one to walk Feyre down the aisle. Once, she had a wealthy father and a mother that was so desired, her dowry included enough silver and jewels to make a queen envious. Feyre and her sisters were the prettiest pieces in their mother’s collection, until of course the wealth was squandered. Then, all they became were potential victims. But Feyre didn’t get her sisters this far to give up now. Marriage to Tamlin, who knows her nature, is safe. This is the station she had always been meant for. 

It doesn't mean she had to like it. 

The chapel is filled with incense and unfamiliar faces. Tapestries dangle on the stone walls, giving some life to the dim room. Outside is Feyre’s old life, all muddy streets and thatched roofs and backbreaking work and secrets. Here, here is her future as a wealthy, kept woman. 

Feyre makes it to the end of the aisle, smiling shyly at Tamlin. She barely knows this lord, but he’s been kind and respectful. A life with him will be blessed. Her sisters followed her down the aisle, but now shift to the side. The priest smiles. His silly hat looks sillier because he acts so serious. 

“Honored guests, thank you for joining us for this most auspicious union—”

The sound of boots on stone echoes through the chapel. Feyre turns, and her stomach sinks. The figure that emerges from the shadows is tall and broad, a dark spot in the light chapel with garlands of white flowers. 

“I have an objection.” She’s never seen this man before in her life, but there’s only one person he could be. “That, right there, is an Omega female. The laws of this land state all Omegas are to be presented before me. Why wasn’t she?” 

“Leave,” Tamlin snarls. “You cannot steal my bride—“

“I could steal her if she was wed, bed, and with child.” The man stalks down the aisle. “I am the lord of these lands.”

Tamlin releases of her hands and rests his hand on the pommel of his sword. “No, I am—“

“You are a vassal,” the man says, stopping in front of them. He is dressed in black. His boots are nearly spotless, impressive considering he would have had to ride to get here. The great black cloak over his tunic and leather jerkin adds to his already imposing size. “Your father lost these lands, and you sit here in your decaying splendor because I allow it.” 

Feyre freezes as those violet eyes turn to her. The world is crashing down around her, but there is only silence beyond the roaring in her ears. 

“Your name, lady,” he mocks her. It is not an Alpha order, not yet. But there is enough iron in his words to make her confidence quake. 

Her mouth is dry, and her voice is soft when she says, “I don’t belong to you.”

“Not yet,” he smiles, but it’s not a kind one. “But every Omega in the lands I control has the potential to.” He circles her, and Feyre tries to follow him with her gaze. Then he reaches out, one arm wrapped around her waist as his hand grips her jaw. His chest pressed against her back, and he must be hunched over because she feels smothered. 

Feyre shudders as he breathes her in. “She smells delicious Tamlin, here take a sniff— ah, I forgot. You can’t.” 

She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. Maybe it all has been a dream so far, because this surely cannot be real. She would not believe it was real, save for the iron grip, the hard body pressed against hers, and the unmistakable smell of an Alpha. Something in her begins to scream and sigh. 

Her eyes snap open as he hauls her backward. “I might have been lenient if you informed me and notified me of your intentions to wed the Omega. Especially because she has sisters.”

From nowhere, other men dressed in black flood the chapel. Guests, previously frozen, panic and scramble like ants in a disturbed anthill. 

Feyre’s knees nearly give out as two men zero in on her sisters. Nesta begins to fight, which reminds her that she should, too. Clearly, her captor didn’t expect it. She wretches one arm free, and in the commotion finds another hand. 

The startling red hair and distinctive eyepatch identifies Tamlin’s seneschal, Lucien. He yanks, but it’s not enough. She feels like a toy between the two men, crying out in pain until she’s twisted, a hand in her hair forcing her to look at Tamlin. His face is pale, fury making his tense jaw twitch. The crown of flowers lies on the ground, trampled. 

“Fight me if you want, Tamlin.” This monster doesn’t even sound winded. Feyre wilts. “You know the consequences.”

Somehow, Lucien keeps a grip on her wrist. It tightens. If they coordinate, they can work together to get her away—

“Go,” Tamlin’s lip curls. “I cannot stop you from being a monster. So be it.”

Lucien snarls. “Tamlin, you cannot—”

“Let her go, Lucien.” Feyre’s husband-to-be turns his back. “One woman, or a war we cannot win. Were I not a leader burdened with these decisions…”

The man behind her snorts quietly, but Feyre hears it. It shocks her from her surprise. “Tamlin?” Surely he cannot mean that. He was going to marry her. His flowery words— she can’t remember all of them, but did they not amount to some type of love? 

“Expect to see one of my representatives soon,” the man behind her says. “You broke the law, Tamlin.”

Feyre does not see anything but the back of her beloved. Even as they leave the room, even as she is carried from the palace, his hunched shoulders are imprinted in her mind. The sight is stronger when they place a blindfold over her eyes. 

Elain sniffles somewhere next to her. Nesta is quiet, and Feyre is glad. Her eldest sister has the right to say “I told you so”. 

With a marriage to a local lord, Feyre was supposed to secure safety and security for her and her Omega sisters. But the opposite, it seems, has happened. For everyone knows that to be an Omega captured by Rhysand, consort of the New Queen Amarantha, is to be lost forever. 

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The day Feyre showed the first signs of presenting was the happiest of her life. 

She was young, only nine, but a nursemaid caught a scent of something. A physician was quickly called, and the diagnosis was confirmed. Feyre Archeron was the third Omega daughter born to her Alpha parents, nearly unheard of. 

Her mother brought Feyre and her sisters to her chambers. She sat, gazing at her daughters with what Feyre thought was pride. It was simple avarice. But when she was nine and had missed the affection of a mother for so long, any look sent her way was treasured. 

“My girls,” her mother had cooed. “We shall find rich, powerful husbands for you. Only Alphas. You will be the wives of kings and princes, mark my words.” 

For a woman who, due to common blood, failed to rise higher than a wealthy merchant, blue blood for her daughters would be the fulfillment of her own dream. Feyre followed the instructions of her mother and the example of her sisters. Dread wound its way around her like ivy, growing to constrict Feyre more with each passing year. 

It fell apart rather quickly. Mother died. Father, lost in his grief, lost their money in the tumult of the New Queen’s conquest. Father died. They had no money, just a maid who left them with some final parting advice. 

Being a penniless Omega is not a blessing in this world. A whorehouse, a vessel to be used by Alpha soldiers with an itch to scratch. Or a slave in some distant household. The possibilities run through Feyre’s mind as she stands, shivering with fear. They sat in the cart long enough for the chill of night to fall and for her ass to fall asleep. 

She thought they might be inside a tent. It was marginally warmer, and there was no breeze. Steps near her make her flinch a moment before the blindfold rips away. She squints, seeing her sisters on either side of her.

“Lord Tamlin broke the laws of this land when he failed to report three Omegas living in his territory.” Through her lashes and the pieces of hair falling in her face, Feyre sees Rhysand. He is the consort of the New Queen, but no one has ever called him king or prince. He is simply Rhysand, the sword that the New Queen wields. Feyre does not know where he came from, only that he is known for his violence, his dominance as an Alpha, and for rounding up Omegas. 

He studies them now, satisfaction poorly concealed on his face. Hate rises in Feyre’s belly. Hate is easier than fear.

“I am impressed you managed to hide for this long.” His gaze roves over all of them. Feyre fights the urge to squirm. Already, the large tent fills with his scent. Alpha. Protector. Powerful. Dangerous, her mind tries to say. Perfect, her nose tells her. 

One moment she is lost in the haze, and in the next a sharp point of a knife digs into her throat. Feyre struggles for only a second before freezing.

Nesta’s bound hands grip the knife. Her arms wrap around Feyre from the back, but it’s the point of the knife against her skin that keeps Feyre still.

“You will not have us.” Her sister’s voice shakes with rage, and maybe fear. 

Her sister. Nesta has a knife— hid it away somehow? Now she is poised to kill Feyre. Across the small space, Rhysand is on his feet, eyes narrowed.

“Nesta?” Elain whimpers.

“I won’t allow you to touch my sisters,” Nesta says, voice rough with fury. The knife digs a little deeper. 

Feyre’s breathing picks up. Nesta will kill her. Nesta is going to hurt her—

Rhysand’s powerful voice does not increase in volume, but Feyre feels her mind drawn to him anyway. “Put the knife down.” Something has changed in his tone. It is an order.

Nesta falters a bit before recovering.

“What do you think will happen?” Rhysand prowls forward, honey in his voice. The blast of his Alpha’s power floods the small space. “You will try to kill your sister. I will strike as you do, removing the weapon from your hands. Then you are weaponless. As the youngest of you lies bleeding, I will call for my healers. Do you know how to kill, little warrior? Have you slaughtered the sheep for feasts or broken the neck of birds? Stand down, Omega.” 

Nesta inhales sharply. Feyre can feel the tremor run through her. The tip of the knife scrapes Feyre’s neck. Her sister screeches, and then Nesta is gone.

The relief and shock brings Feyre to her knees. She inhales as if she’d been strangled. Behind her, Nesta shouts abuses. Feyre glances over her shoulder, where two large men restrain her oldest sister and wrestle the knife away. 

“It was a noble attempt,” Rhysand says, turning his back and sitting down. “Now, let me tell you what is about to happen.”

Elain shuffles towards Feyre. The silence as her sister helps her to her feet feels like mockery. When they are all standing, and in Nesta’s case restrained, Rhysand speaks. “We ride for the nearest monastery, where you will be kept with other Omegas in my care. You will not complain, you will not try to run. Am I clear?”

What else is there to do but glare? Even Elain does not speak or nod. 

Rhysand continues, unfazed. “You are my Omegas now. I will take certain steps to maintain your wellbeing, which means I need information. When were your last heats?”

A blush blooms on Feyre’s skin, so deep she must be radiating warmth. Elain makes a small noise, looking down at her feet. These are not things one talks about, certainly not with a male stranger. The silence stretches. 

“Answer me.” The honey is back in Rhysand’s voice, laced with iron. “How long ago was your last heat? Is one approaching?”

Feyre wishes she had an answer for him. Embarrassment starts to be eclipsed by fear. The words wait on her tongue. If she opens her mouth and tells him, this Alpha will approve of her. She should want his approval. 

“How did you conceal yourselves?” A new voice says, one of the men holding Nesta. His voice is smokey, and his eyes are narrowed. Their silence gives him room to speak. “Was it Widow’s Milkweed?”

Something gives them away. Maybe it’s the way Elain’s eyes turn especially doe-ish when she lies, maybe it’s the slight twitch from Feyre, maybe it’s the way Nesta puffs up at any criticism— but now they know.

The other man holding Nesta hisses. “Fuck.”

“Indeed.” The honey is gone from Rhysand’s voice. “When was your last dose?”

Again, they are silent. They do not have that luxury for long. Faster than Feyre can process, Rhysand hauls her close with one hand fisted in the neckline of her gown. Elain cries out, clawing at Feyre with bound hands. 

Up close, his violet eyes are mesmerizing and terrifying. “Your sister was ready to kill you to spare you the fate of becoming an Omega plaything. Do not spit on that attempt. If you value yourself at all, tell me when you took the last dose of Widow’s Milkweed.”

The words spill from her mouth. “Four days ago.” Feyre’s voice does not shake, but it is soft. Four days ago, she was supposed to have taken the last sip of tea that would subdue her heats. Tamlin wasn’t an Alpha, but Betas could see Omegas through heats, too. That’s what he told her. 

Rhysand releases her, stalking away. He is a dangerous predator, pacing in the enclosed space. “And you two?”

Elain and Nesta exchange looks, but it’s Elain who speaks. “Tamlin moved us into his household at the same time as Feyre. He didn’t want us taking Widow’s Milkweed. We had planned to take a dose right after the wedding—”

Rhysand slashes his hand through the air, silencing Elain. 

“Rhys—”

“I know, Azriel.” The expression on his face chills Feyre like nothing else has. Rhysand is in charge here. He is the monster. An Alpha in control should never look this unsteady.

“Widow’s Milkweed is incredibly dangerous,” he says. “By tomorrow…maybe sooner, your scents will change and you’ll be shedding pheromones like leaves in autumn. All of my Alpha soldiers will converge on you like a pack of dogs. There is no telling when your heats will develop.” 

“You said there was a monastery.” Monasteries were populated exclusively by Betas and the Omegas they sheltered. They were centers of healing, spirituality, and knowledge. Isolated and hard to reach, they were purposefully built to keep Alphas at bay. 

But Rhysand dashes Feyre’s hopes. “The closest is a week’s ride.”

“Our holding is closer.” The larger man who holds Nesta suggests. 

“Still too far,” Rhysand says. The silence in the tent gives Feyre nothing to do but think. Maybe he’ll decide the effort is not worth it and throw them to his men. A shiver goes through her. 

Finally, he speaks. “You will allow me to scent mark all of you.”

The other men in the room seem shocked, but Rhysand speaks before they can. “You will remain maids, but I cannot claim your virtue will be intact. It will happen here, tonight. One least one of my men will be present to oversee the proceedings and ensure things don’t…get out of hand.”

“What—” Elain’s voice cracks. “What does scent marking mean?”

The men exchange a look. The one with a smokey voice, Azriel, shakes his head. “Save us from mothers and their misguided attempts to shelter their daughters.”

“Do you know what happens between an Alpha and Omega in the mating bed?” Rhysand asks. 

Feyre blushes. She is familiar with how farmyard animals act, but not people. Her knowledge amounts to something like she would feel strange, desire her alpha’s touch, and that her alpha would guide her through these desires. At the end of a few days, she would come out of her heat. In three season’s time, if she was lucky, there would be a baby. 

To her surprise, it’s Nesta who answers. “The alpha repeatedly gives the omega their seed, which results in a child.” 

The embarrassed silence reigns before the larger man clears his throat. “Well, that’s not wrong.” 

“The mixture of seed and slick produces its own powerful note in your usual scent, subtle but detectable,” Rhysand explains. “It’s not the same as the scent of a mated couple, but it does send a signal.”

The man leans forward. “You want to claim all three of them as yours?”

“Don’t,” Rhysand snaps. “They must all be mine, Cassian. If I hand the Omegas out like gifts, there will be fighting. We cannot afford discord.”

“It does add to his reputation,” Azriel says. “It’s not a bad idea, strategically.”

“We are not objects to be dealt with!” Nesta snaps. “You cannot claim all of us, the natural order of things will not allow it—”

“I make no claim,” Rhysand says. 

“How?” Feyre finds her voice. “I still don't understand. We have…slick, and you have seed. How do you combine these?” 

“He wants to lay with us,” Nesta spats.

Elain blanches. “You said we will be maids.”

Something about this must be amusing, because the men trade looks. That, of all things, finally makes Feyre snap. “No. We’ll…we can hide away somewhere.”

“On these plains, at this time of year, with these winds?” Rhysand jerks his head outside. “An Alpha will catch a scent within hours. This is not a debate.” His voice changes, and the words become commands. “You will bathe, change, and allow me to scent mark you. You will not fight and you will not argue.”

Inside, Feyre screeches. On the outside, she is silent. Her body relaxes, given directions by an Alpha. 

Definite chance of survival at the expense of laying with a monster, or hiding and hoping they are not found and raped or captured by someone else? 

If Rhysand had given them the choice, Feyre cannot say what she would have done. 

A bell should toll or a fierce wind should blow through the plains, a supernatural signal that a fate has been sealed. But it is quiet and still, the crackling of the one brazier in the tent undisturbed. 

Things move quickly after that. Rhysand’s men, Azriel and Cassian, hustle them to another larger tent. They do not speak, not to give orders or to taunt. Their tense faces and the looks they exchange do enough to silence the sisters. Feyre glances at the low bed covered in furs and the rugs on the floor, the flagon of wine and too many lit candles to waste all at once, before she dips behind a changing screen. They bathe with a pot of hot water and a cake of soap. 

“Change into these,” a gruff voice says from the other side of the screen. A moment later, a bundle of cream fabric flips over the top of the changing screen. As soon as Feyre takes one of the shirts, she knows they belong to Rhysand. The heady scent of Alpha drips from them, along with a clean scent of soap. 

For as long as Feyre has been a mature Omega, she has taken Widow’s Milkweed to suppress heats and keep her Omega scent dormant. That didn’t mean she was immune to Alphas. Their commands and their scent, their presence made her want to lay on her back or stick her nose into their necks to take in more. Sometimes the scent told her this was an Alpha that would wrap her in their arms, sometimes the scent told her to open her legs. Rhysand’s scent did everything, said everything that made her Omega soul sing. 

Was this why everyone said Rhysand was the most powerful Alpha in the land? That couldn’t be— Amarantha, the New Queen, was the real power. 

Feyre’s hands shook as she tugged the shirt on. It hung to her knees, and the neck was so large it nearly fell off of her shoulders. Beside her, Nesta and Elain did the same. Nesta’s movements were furious, while Elain’s were careful and purposeful. They were scared. They were all scared and showing it in different ways. But they could not disobey an order.

Nesta took her hand, the other gripping Elain, and dragged them out. “I will go first,” her sister declared. She pushed them to the low cushions and rug. “Sit.”

“Pushy, for an Omega,” Rhysand commented. Feyre jumped. How could she have forgotten he was there, playing with a glass of wine as he sat at the table with his men. 

Nesta does not respond, merely walks to the bed and sits on the edge. 

“Lay on your side,” Rhysand says. He begins to disrobe, and Feyre glances down to her hands. The sound of fabric shifting and dropping seems especially loud.

Nesta, stiff as a plank, lays on her side facing her sisters. Feyre is grateful she does not try to meet their gaze. She does not know if she would be able to keep it. Instead, Nesta stares somewhere above their heads.

Rhysand, clad only in a shirt, lays behind her. Nesta quivers, and Feyre has to look away again.

She cannot stop her ears from hearing, though. 

“The more you relax, the quicker this will be,” Rhysand says. Then it is quiet, save for the crackle of fire, the sound of breathing, and the rasp of skin on fabric. 

It might be a minute later than Nesta gasps. Feyre’s eyes widen, but she keeps them pinned down. Another moment, and a strange noise leaves her sister’s mouth. Feyre’s eyes look without her mind ordering them too. 

One of Rhysand’s arms curls beneath Nesta’s neck so that his hand can caress her breast under the shirt. The other hand traces slow circles low on Nesta’s stomach. Her sister has color high in her cheeks, eyes so wide they seem a little shocked. Her lip is caught between her teeth, though small sounds still escape. She grips the bedding under her like it is her salvation. 

Feyre watches the hand on her sister’s breast as the shirt slips. She’s seen her sisters nude— they are sisters and they have been poor more than they have been wealthy which amounts to little privacy. But not like this, as a man enjoys in her flesh. Rhysand’s fingers, dark against Nesta’s milk-white skin, pinch a pink nipple and Nesta jerks. 

“Shh, Omega,” Rhysand’s honey voice is back. A yawning ache opens in Feyre. “Relax.”

The hand on her stomach dips lower, under the hem of the shirt and then back up. Nesta makes a shocked sound, squirming. The hand on her breast turns restraining, and then Rhysand groans. 

A flood of heat washes through Feyre. She should look away again, but she cannot. 

“Hush,” Rhysand murmurs again. “Lift your leg, put it over mine— there. Good.” 

Feyre lists forward, yearning for his praise. Then she snaps out of it, taking a deep breath and looking away for a moment. She should not be feeling…any of this. But her eyes draw back to the scene in front of her anyway. 

The shirt blocks the view of what’s happening, but Feyre can tell Rhysand’s hand is moving between Nesta’s legs. Her sister starts to breathe rapidly, little strange gasps and mewls escaping her lips. Her eyes are still open and shocked, staring at the wall of the tent like she cannot believe what is happening to her. 

Feyre jumps when Nesta cries out, harsh and loud. Her body arches, toes curling. 

“That’s it.” Strain coats Rhysand’s voice. 

Nesta turns her face into the bedding, but she can’t muffle the little cries. Feyre shifts in her seat, eyes wide and breathing shallow. Is that what it is like to lie with a man? 

She thinks it is done, but is not prepared for Rhysand’s movements. The hand under Nesta’s shirt extricates itself. He fumbles with something between them before gripping the thigh Nesta has thrown over his own leg. Then he starts to move. 

The sound of something wet had been in the tent before, but now it is louder. Everything seems louder and harsher, from the pitiful cries of her sister to the grunting from Rhysand to the wet slap of skin. Feyre can see where Rhysand’s fingers dig into Nesta’s skin. Over Nesta’s shoulder, his eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed as if in pain. 

Then those violet eyes snap open. They lock on Feyre, and she can’t look away. She can’t look away as the man ruts into her sister like an animal. Her freedom comes when he bows his head forward. He jerks violently a handful of times before stilling. 

The quiet is awkward. Feyre’s breathing is too loud. She only becomes more uncomfortable when Rhysand dips his hand back between Nesta’s legs. It works there for a moment, drawing a hiss from Nesta, before roaming all over her body. 

The slick and the seed. That must be what it is, and now he spreads the scent on Nesta’s glands. Feyre shudders and is finally able to look away. Her hands shake a bit in her lap, and there’s a yawning feeling in her gut. Why does she want to cry?

“Stay here for a while,” Rhysand’s voice breaks the silence. “It takes a moment to come down.”

The words are not meant for her, but the reassuring Alpha brings Feyre back to equilibrium. This is a strong Alpha, and she shouldn’t feel so distressed in his presence. Even if he is ignoring her— 

“I am next,” Elain declares. The flash of anger and panic is enough to silence Feyre, though she doesn’t know what she would say if she could. Elain just squeezes Feyre’s hand and stands. She is numb as she watches her sisters switch places, as Nesta stumbles behind the changing screen with instructions to clean up a bit but not wipe away the evidence of what just happened. The scent needs to set in. 

Elain asks to face away from her sisters. Rhysand obliges. He too disappears behind the changing screen before laying behind Elain. Again, Feyre tries to look away. Again, she is unable to. Though covered by a long shirt, she is mesmerized by the play of the muscles in his back. Rhysand treats Elain the same he did with Nesta, slow caresses graduating to his hand between her legs. Elain’s slender leg trembles where it’s thrown over Rhysand, the only visible part of her sister. The rest is concealed by Rhysand’s bulk. From this view, Feyre can see how his body flexes. She stares at the way Elain’s bare leg rubs against Rhysand’s and wonders what it would be like, how the hairs on his legs would tickle her and how it would feel to touch that much coiled power. 

Then Elain crests with loud moans. Again, Rhysand grips her and starts moving. His shirt rides up, giving Feyre a few of his backside and something between his legs. His grunts are louder this time as he drives into Elain, as are Elain’s own whimpers. Soon, Rhysand slams his hips violently into Elain before stilling. Again, Feyre watches as he touches one of her sisters as she mewls. 

No one says anything for a while. Where Nesta was eager to stand as soon as she could, Elain seems frozen in place. 

“Azriel,” Rhysand says. His rough voice scrapes Feyre. “Help her up.”

There is no hesitation in Azriel’s movement as he assists Elain in standing and guides her to the changing screen, touching her no more than he has to. 

On the bed, Rhys rolls onto his back and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I might need a minute.”

That’s fine. Feyre isn’t sure she could stand if she wanted to, right now. After a minute of rustling fabric and the splash of water, Elain emerges. Head down, she scuttles to Feyre and Nesta and plants herself next to them. Elain settles, quickly squeezing Feyre’s shoulder before turning her face into Nesta’s shoulder.

Rhys rises from the bed and disappears behind the changing screen. 

“We did it, you can too.” Nesta prods her into movement. Slowly, Feyre stands and walks to the edge of the bed. There are wet spots staining the bedding, and the mixture of smells makes her stomach churn. There’s the familiarity of her sisters. It’s their scent, but somehow different. Those scents are mixed with the heady scent of her Alpha—

No. Of Rhysand. He might be an Alpha, but she would not give him that much power over her. 

“Are you ready?”

While she was staring at the bedding, Rhysand came to her side. She nearly jumps. Did he somehow get taller? She thought that, stripped of layers of clothing, he might seem a bit smaller and less intimidating. But he still looks like he could snap her in half. 

Feyre swallows roughly. “I want to be facing you.” She cannot say why she needs to, only that she does. Her sisters faced away, as if anyone could have been laying behind them. Feyre wants to face Rhysand and know. 

He studies her for a moment. “As you wish.” Then he whips the thick blanket off the top of the bed, tossing it carelessly on the floor. That’s all the invitation she’ll get. 

When Feyre climbs into the bed, it smells only of cleanliness and a bit of Rhysand. When he crawls in next to her, the scent increases. A fire ignites in Feyre’s belly. She is surprised the entire bed is not shaking, because she has never felt so unsteady as she clumsily rolls onto her side. 

“Hush,” Rhysand says. “Deep breath.” 

There is no question of following his orders. Here is her Alpha, the one to lead her through these strange feelings and soothe her discomfort. His face is all she can see, his scent all she smells. His hand swallows her thigh as he brings it over his hip. Feyre breaths so rapidly she feels lightheaded.

The hand on her thigh trails up. Ferye shivers as he grazes the skin of her inner thigh. And then he touches her. Pleasure shoots through her, something in her core squeezes and aches. Her hand shoots out to clutch at Rhysand’s shoulder. She needs to rip the shirt away and feel skin.

Rhysand’s hand freezes. They stare at each other, both a little shocked. Feyre should not be touching him like this. But why not? 

Rhysand hauls her closer, so close they breathe into each other’s mouths. The calluses of his hand rasp against her thigh as he drags his fingers back down her thigh, then up again, caressing her before trailing up, up, between her legs. Feyre shudders and gasps. Through half-lidded eyes, she sees Rhysand lean in, eyes locked on her mouth.

One thick finger traces the seam between her legs, sensitive and nearly ticklish. Her eyes threaten to close, overwhelmed by every sensation. But Rhysand’s penetrating violet gaze holds her. She is his prisoner. 

Feyre should be more upset about that, but she is not. She is an Omega in an Alpha’s bed, and there is nothing more right. 

Rhysand’s hand applies more pressure, dipping into her wet heat. Feyre digs her nails into his shoulder, bucking a bit.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, nose brushing hers. “Relax, Omega.”

Then his fingers move, and oh. Feyre would squirm out of his grasp if not for the grip he keeps on her. She does not feel embarrassed by the sounds his fingers make in her slick, nor the way she bucks, nor the audience. She is not aware of anything more than the pleasure her Alpha gives her, the way he smells, the sweet encouragement he offers her. His words fall from his mouth into hers. 

“You were made for this.” His voice is strained. “Made for an Alpha—”

“Yes,” Feyre moans. How can she disagree?

The fingers circling the sensitive spot between her thighs pick up their speed. Unintelligible noises leave Feyre’s lips. She needs— she needs something more. The gland on her neck itches, and unthinkingly she contorts to present her neck. 

She wants the bite there, but Rhysand growls and nips her jaw instead. Feyre cries in dismay, cut off by his lips covering hers. 

If his scent was delicious, the taste of this man is even better. Pleasure bursts in Feyre, but her cry is muffled by Rhysand’s mouth. She squirms, overwhelmed and satisfied but still needing more. She is so empty. He pets her a bit more before his hand is gone, followed by his mouth. 

“No,” she whines.

“Quiet,” Rhysand snaps. He’s looking down, fumbling with his shirt. Sweat gleams on his furrowed brow. Feyre only sees a glimpse of his manhood before he tugs her close. Something hot and thick slips between her legs, easily sliding in the slick that trails down Feyre’s thighs. A surprised gasp leaves her lips. 

Rhysand bares his teeth, holding her close with one arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other hand digging into her ass. Somehow, she ends up with her face pressed into his neck. Then he moves. Hot skin slides against hers. Rhysand’s thick manhood rubs the sensitive flesh between her legs. His hand was pleasurable, but this is sinful. 

Feyre tightens her leg around Rhysand. She needs to be closer. She needs this Alpha to soothe the fire in her, pin her down, fill her with seed and children—

She wants to be his, and make sure the world knows she is kept by him. He does not have a mating gland like she does, but that does not stop her from biting the tendon on his neck. 

Rhysand growls and the world spins. Feyre finds herself on her back, smothered by a man who might weigh as much as two of her. She can barely breath, and when she can all she smells is slick and seed, Rhysand and Feyre. 

Heavy hips slam into hers as Rhysand continues to drive himself through Feyre. She hiccups between cries, face wet with overwhelmed tears. This is not enough. He surrounds her, but he needs to be in her and cure her of the loss Feyre never knew she carried inside. 

Then he rears up. Feyre whimpers at the loss of connection, the sudden cold that intrudes in all the heat. Rhysand looks between her legs, using one hand to wrench her leg up and open. Feyre’s shirt has ridden up to under her breasts, displaying her to his gaze. She watches, mesmerized, as Rhysand takes himself in hand and pumps, gaze locked between Feyre’s legs. His manhood is dark, lined with veins until it bulges at the base, his knot. 

He grunts, continuing to stroke himself as his manhood spits something white— his seed— onto Feyre. She jerks in surprise, only able to watch as the seed splatters the place in between her legs and her lower stomach. 

Her breathing sounds too loud in her ears. She wants to reach out and pull Rhysand back down, let him smother her. This Alpha marked her, but did not claim her. It’s not right. She must have done something incorrectly—

“Good girl,” Rhysand rasps. The hand that was holding her leg open relaxes its grip, stroking. It soothes the anxious part of Feyre. “You did well, Omega.” 

She nods, hissing as Rhysand dips his fingers back between her legs. She bucks as he rubs, mixing slick and seed. Those fingers should dip inside her, that seed belongs in her womb—

“Almost done,” he murmurs, reaching up to paint the mixture on her mating gland. “You’ve been a good girl, just stay still for a little longer.”

It is not an order, but Feyre melts into the bed anyway. She would do anything for his approval. 

Too soon, he tugs her shirt back down over her thighs and stands from the bed. The world comes rushing back in. 

“Rhysand,” Cassian says, an Alpha rumble under lacing his unhappy tone. Fear rockets through Feyre. It is dangerous to be surrounded by unhappy Alphas. 

Rhysand raises a hand. “Later. Get them seen to first.”

“He’s right,” Azriel murmurs. As he did for Elain, he helps Feyre up from the bed. She allows him to, acting as she thinks she ought to but not as she wants to. She gets clean, follows Rhysand’s men to another tent with three simple bed rolls, nods at instructions not to bathe until the morning to let the scent set in.

The night is dark, but cannot shelter them from the crackle of fires outside nor the quiet conversations of men. Inside their small tent, the noise from outside is enough to provide a buffer as the sisters slip into bed, silent. Feyre cannot even meet their eyes.

She does not know what Elain or Nesta might be feeling. She hopes it isn’t a burning desire to jump back into Rhysand’s bed. She hopes they don’t feel like they are being torn apart inside from lust and shame. 

[chemicallywrit]

Well well well, look who's having a real day off for the first time in six thousand years! I'm gonna write because that's what my soul needs! It's time for Audio Drama Sunday! Here's some shows I enjoyed this week...

♟️ @camlannpod first of all. I called it. Second of all. How DARE you. The discussions about names and power in this episode were fascinating and...I don't know, I love a hero who's devastatingly normal. Gwen/Shujun can make anything happen with her words, is the damsel in distress, but she's just normal. Perry is normal, Morgan is normal, and Dai might not be normal by neurotypical measures, but he's just some guy. Except that he's really not. And the group of them can either embrace it or suffer.

🧃There is never a week when @thesiltverses doesn't go all the way off, and this one went ALL the way off. We have to talk about Shrue having a whole breakdown and then moving forward anyway. Felix, Ray, and Daisy were amazing, but I also have to give all the flowers to Rhys Lawton, who I met recently and was an utterly terrible villain in this episode. Corporate horror. Who knew? (Anyone who works in corporate knew.)

🐗 The season finale of @victoriocity was funny and amazing and incredibly well done as always, but the stand-out moments are the moments of friendship between Clara and Fleet. I just. I love them your honor. They are best friends. Do not separate them. It's really good to see Fleet cracking open a little bit. Just a little. He's still Fleet, after all.

🍦I listened to the new Among the Stars and Bones on the way home from work and it was absolutely chilling. My word. The number of times I screamed. Oliver Smith was incredibly scary even in the midst of the horror, Jordan Cobb is always a treat, and my word, the crowd of Nabonidas crew members...Hey, Chris Magilton, writer of Among the Stars and Bones, what the hap is heckening???

1️⃣3️⃣ I've started listening to Thirteen! I love a horror anthology, but especially one with a central theme. So far most of the stories present you with a protagonist who is missing closure, and a creature who offers it, for a price. Thirteen is about grief. The stories are rhythmic and spooky, and at one point alone in my house I actually really scared myself listening. Check out Thirteen, it's a treat.

⛽️ In other shows I've started listening to, @desertskiespodcast is gorgeous and lovely and...the only word I can think of is effervescent. It's like a cold soda on a road trip. It's maybe just what I needed. My favorite part is definitely the cold opens, especially the one about Cash laughing. Jared Carter has incredible comedic timing.

In Inn Between news, we just posted 5.8: The Blood, which might be my favorite episode of the season, depending on how the next one turns out. In The Dead news, this next story is a HUMDINGER. Did you cry at Giancarlo in the last story? GOOD, now it's time to run for your life through London. Y'all are gonna love this.

Catch y'all next week or whenever I have time to write again! If you like what all this is, maybe drop me a tip?

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The Shadowsinger’s lover-5 —ACOTAR AU

Part five | warnings: angst, ptsd, Rhys being a bit of an ass | Azriel x Rhys!sister

Summary; Rhys’ sister comes home, finally, and the the new members of the inner circle are surprised to learn that she (we are gonna call her ‘Selene’) and Azriel are Mates and have been for over two hundred years.

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Selene’s POV

“You know, you’ll catch a cold if you keep standing out here,” Rhys said, his voice barely audible above the snowstorm whirring around them, it was the middle of winter and it was fucking. Cold.

“Ah, quite the contrary, brother, everyone knows an Illyrian doesn’t catch a cold, we are too strong for such things.” She responded—if she could even count as an Illyrian anymore,—a sad smile on her face, she could almost feel her wings, her lovely midnight black wings shimmering in the moonlight, sometimes she’d forget they were gone. She could still feel their weight. The faint sounds of them moving in the wind, in a different universe she would be flying right now, trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue as she soared through the air, she missed her wings so dearly. The worst part was. That there was no one to blame for it but herself, it was her fault her mother was lying in a six-foot hole in snow-covered ground, Selene’s eyes crinkled as she fought off the tears.

Her brother came up behind her and pulled her to him, his chest against her back while he rested his cheek on her head, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, that I didn’t make it in time.” He whispered. she felt his tears as they dropped, “it wasn’t your fault, it was mine, don’t beat yourself up about it”

“It wasn’t your fault, it could have happened at any moment, it was a planned attack…you were young, there was nothing you could’ve done,” he said truthfully, looking up at the sky.

“I could have fought them off harder, I could’ve done…something…” tears started falling down her face like rivers, the wind making them ice cold. “You need to let this go.”

She turned to her brother and looked him in the eyes—while Rhysand’s eyes reflected the stars, hers reflected the galaxy, the purple mixed with the richest gold—her mother used to joke that if eyes were worth something she would be the richest female alive—“it’s been four hundred-something years, Sel…”

She pulled away from him, “you don’t know what it was like, Rhys, you didn’t lose your wings, you didn’t see our mother get practically tortured and violated, you didn’t get held down while you watched our mother scream for mercy and relief from the pain they gave her. ” She growled. “You didn’t hear her get insulted and defiled,”

“That’s not what I meant, Selene, and you know it,” he said, “I was merely saying that it has been a long time and it is over now, you need to move on… this isn’t healthy.” He didn’t get it and he never would. she could show him all of it over and over again but he still wouldn’t get it, this was the real reason she hadn’t come back sooner, she hadn’t dared tell her mate that, because she knew he would somehow repeat it—if he meant to or not—

“I can’t—I can’t deal with this right now, I can’t deal with you right now, I need to leave, I need to get out of this city, it’s suffocating me.” Her tears fell faster now. Her eyes turning puffy and her face turning red, any other time she would be embarrassed but red clouded her vision too much to care.

“Sel, wait, I didn’t mean it, please stay!” Rhysand pleaded but it was too late, she stormed back inside and locked the door, giving her a few more minutes before he came for her, she barged into her room. Barely caring that Azriel was at the desk. He jumped out of his chair and tried stopping her but she didn’t care, she needed to get out of this place—even if it was only for a few days, “love. Please. Tell me what’s wrong—tell me what’s happening? Do I need to kill someone?” He asked but she only looked him in the eyes and whispered, “I’m leaving, I can’t deal with this right now, come with me or don’t, I just need to get away from him…I need to get away from this place.”

He wore a worried look but helped her pack before grabbing Truth teller and following her to the terrace where he tucked her into his side and beat his wings until they were high in the sky, he may not agree with her plans for running away but Azriel would be damned if he let her go alone.

The End.

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"lots of other characters that I'm pretty / wildly in love with, and I'd love the chance to tell their stories (and show other parts of their world)".

SJM was definitely in love with Nessian and while she was excited to tell their story, I wouldn't say they gave us a detailed look at "other parts of their world" outside of that which we'd seen through Feyre's pov. We had minor visits to the bog and continent but nothing new in terms of court related visits.

So who is a character she's wildly in love with that could take us elsewhere in their world?

Around 2:14, SJM talks of how Lucien has always been one of her favorite characters

In another interview she mentions how Lucien's character was based off Sam Heughan's portrayal of Jamie Fraser and she even thanks the actor in her ACOTAR acknowledgements.

Her love of Jamie Fraser is further confirmed in an interview from MuggleNet:

"I went to the Outlander castle. I’m the biggest Outlander fan, so I took a photo in front of that like “Maybe Jamie was standing here!”

So I think it's safe to say that Lucien falls under the above category AND he can take us to many different courts outside of the NC, the Human Lands and even the continent.

We also have SJM telling us that she'd love to write spin off books for both of the sisters someday. ⬇️

We have confirmation that she knew who the first two spin-off books were going to be about and that she'd already done research for Elain's book. There's also the mention that if SJM weren't an author she'd be a florist or DJ ⬇️

She writes how she lets her characters lead her, where she loves the times where she's subconsciously been planting seeds and there's an exciting moment of discovery when the character reveals themself to her ⬇️

Her explaining how Elucien became mates is exactly what she described above. And the notable similarities in ACOTAR for both Lucien and Elain before she even knew they were going to be Mates are (to me) some of the subconscious seeds she was referring to. ⬇️

SJM said the following of Elain: ⬇️

She tells us her energy would match well with Elain's. We have a response from her telling us she'd be a florist (a very Elain like career) in another life. We know she LOVES Outlander and the actor she said Lucien was based off of. SJM doesn't equal Elain and Lucien doesn't wholly equal Jamie Fraser but it's ridiculous not to see why she made them mates.

This isn't proof of an Elucien endgame but what it tells me is that Lucien is absolutely a real contender for Elain regardless of what it currently looks like.

Especially when she tells us this about Az:

"but I'm kinda scared of him".

I know she loves all her characters, she said she'd date all her characters but....she wrote Elain as being bothered by cruelty in SF, made sure to mention how cruel Az can be with his victims in SF, and the above interview is from ACOFAS (the same book where she had Rhys say Az sometimes scared the shit out of him). 🤷

This is also how she prefers her couples: ⬇️

That's definitely NOT what we see from Az towards Elain in SF. He doesn't view her as his equal when he says she shouldn't be exposed to the Trove, he doesn't view her as his equal when he gives himself credit for saving Elain but fails to mention everyone she saved, and he doesn't view her as his equal when he confirms he hides who he is from her.

And for the arguments that because E/riel wanted to kiss and Az questioned the Cauldron which must equal proof of love, I'm just going to add this:

It really doesn't matter what the relationship between two characters look like right now, in her own words SJM says she will find a way for the character (reader) to see what she wants them to see, making those red flags easily overlooked.

I don't think Elucien's find it all that difficult to spot the red flags between E/riel but even if some in the fandom disagree, it doesn't mean SJM wasn't been planning for it all along.

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9

Today's (8/6/2024) Episode: Girls Night Out

Now that all the birth, death, aging up, and new career drama had settled down, Noemi and Luigi started working on their long-delayed wedding.

First up on the agenda, of course, was their Bach parties with their friends. Noemi went first, hosting a girl's night at a lovely little Italian restaurant in downtown Cooperdale.

Luigi’s old pal and dormmate Bonnie was hanging with the ladies for the evening. She had wanted to get to know Noemi better for a while and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.

As they waited for their food, Noemi asked Isra how things were going with her newborn twins. “They’re in good hands tonight.” she smiled “Poor Rhys wasn’t sure he could handle Elyse AND our new bundles of joy, so he talked Luigi and Beau into coming over to help… and play videogames too, I’m sure.”

Kenzie laughed. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” She then regaled them with a funny story from when her triplets were still babies, ending the diaper-riffic tale: “It’s a good thing infants are so adorable, or none of us would have made it to the toddler stage!”

Breanne nodded along with the other moms, adding “I’m so glad Beau and I are expecting just the one this time. If we had to care for multiples plus Bruce, I don’t know what I would have done!”

When their dinner finally arrived, Bonnie trotted out her treasure trove of “Luigi lore” for their enjoyment. The favorite tale of the night was her story of the time she’d managed to sneak in and abscond with every piece of green clothing in his inventory.

“The poor kid came crying to me, of course, in his socks and underwear! The look on his face when I opened my dresser and offered to let him borrow his own outfits back! … Priceless.”

After the meal everyone headed to a little shop next door that was the real reason they’d chosen the old mining town as their party destination.

By living at home while he attended university on scholarship, Beau had managed to avoid student loan debt. Years of careful saving from her food service job combined with her husband’s pro gamer signing bonus had finally allowed Breanne to finance her lifelong dream of opening a candle shop.

In addition to selling her own creations at “Light Your Way”, Breanne hosted candle making workshops. When Noemi had mentioned trying to find a fun activity to celebrate her upcoming nuptials, she’d offered to host a workshop for them all as a wedding gift to the couple.

As the others headed inside Noemi stopped Amaya. “I know this might be a bit weird, considering your history with Luigi, but would you be willing to stand up with me at the wedding as my Sim of Honor? You’ve become one of my best friends and it would mean a lot.”

Amaya’s face split into a huge grin “It IS a bit weird… which just makes it more fun! Besides, if you hadn’t asked me, you’d have asked Isra, right?”

Noemi’s answering nod and admission of “she and Rhys aren’t coming; they’re keeping Skye during the ceremony and our honeymoon” caused Amaya to laugh out loud “Welp, that isn’t any LESS weird! Hot stuff has got to be used to it by now…! Anyway, pretty momma, count me in”!

Amaya and Noemi chose a station, and the ladies spent a lovely few hours making a basic dipped candle.

The activity came with its fair share of singed and nicked fingers, but Breanne was a good teacher. By the end of the night every member of the group was proud to walk away with at least one handcrafted souvenir, and a fun story to tell their household about crafting it.

Noemi thanked her friend for the lovely present. As Breanne hugged her tight and told her how happy she was to do it Noemi reflected that for someone who’d struggled her whole life to make any friends she suddenly had quite the awesome “squad” to call her own!

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Living for the discourse this morning. Just wanted to weigh in on Tim Tam/others.

I left an emotionally abusive relationship a few months before reading ACOTAR. I didn’t love Tamlin, but also didn’t hate him. I did notice a pattern in what I experienced in my relationship, and the behaviour Tamlin was exhibiting.

At the same time, I was cursing Feyre for not just saying she loved him when we were in her head, it’s clear that even though she’s delulu she did have real feelings. Again - very similar to my relationship. Despite all the bad things there were still lots of good things.

I have conflicting thoughts on Rhys, especially after ACOSF. He does a lot of trash things but I am still a bit of simp for him.

From the beginning Lucien was my favourite, I just want my fox boy to be happy and accepted finally. His entire story makes me so damn sad.

I also would prefer to see Azriel on his own for a bit, and if he must end up with someone, I will only accept Eris or someone completely new. Not that SJM would do Azris justice…

the discourse is great im having a grand time

i'm so sorry that you went through that and I'm glad that you're away from that situation now!

honestly every character has so many problems 😭 poor lulu has it awful i can't believe she's done that to him. she better do him some justice because he deserves so much love. 😭

and i agree wholeheartedly with the az thing, lets just let the man chill out for a little bit please. let him figure some shit out that he clearly hasn't been able to in 500 years smh

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - The Swingers Club

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan Walker

Every evening this week I've come home to an empty house.

Emmett is either still at his course, if I manage to make it home at a reasonable hour or out in the garden.

I yell for him as I walk through the foyer and take off my jacket but he must be outside... his SUV is in the garage.

I walk onto the deck and nearly blow a gasket.

"EMMETT."

"Do you like it?" he asks, beaming up at me.

He wipes the sweat from his brow with his arm and looks so ruggedly handsome holding that wrench that if I had ovaries, they'd be exploding.

Instead my cock hardens but I'm so excited at what he's built that I practically slip into little mode right then and there.

"It's a swing."

As if he doesn't know.

He found room in his precious garden to build me a swing.

I can't with this man.

Speaking of the garden, it looks phenomenal.

It was pretty before but Emmett has worked wonders the past two weeks.

"It is. I found the concrete footings when I was planting. I think they had one of those garden swings in here before but I figured you'd rather have a real one."

I'm already down the stairs and I kiss him quickly on the cheek before hopping on.

"Will you push me?"

"Of course but not too high. I haven't tested it yet."

He gets me started and I get going really fast... plenty high for it to be fun.

"This is the best. You're the best. Thank you Emmett."

He chuckles, then starts putting his tools away.

"You're welcome, darling. Didn't plan on finishing it today... afternoon class got canceled... our speaker was a no-show."

That sounds bad.

"I'm sorry."

"No worries... I was kinda brain dead already. How was your day, grasshopper?"

"Good. A good week, actually."

Insanely busy but I was productive instead of putting out fires all day. He hops on the other swing and I laugh.

"Emmett."

"I've got to make sure it'll hold Rhys tomorrow."

"A very good idea... he will definitely want to swing. Is Quincy gonna give you a cooking lesson?"

We have a shiny new grill on our deck, along with a table and an umbrella.

There's a comfy couch too, for Emmett. 

It's wonderful, especially on days like this when the weather is perfect.

"Yep. Quincy promised that he won't let me burn the house down so no worries. I got you and Rhys some water balloons, I thought they'd be fun if it gets as hot as they're saying. Weird for this time of year, it may be the last really hot day."

That's sad.

"Winter schminter," I complain, pumping my legs to keep myself going.

"We'll have fall first. Apples and pumpkins and Halloween," he reminds me.

He's not swinging as high as I am, he's being lazy.

"I like all of those. I'm hungry. I want a sandwich."

I slow down and hate to get off the swing but it's mine... I can come back anytime until stupid winter.

"There's scalloped potatoes and kielbasa in the oven, should be done."

Casserole sounds better than a sandwich.

"The one with the cabbage?"

"Yep."

I love that one.

"Yum, thank you."

At almost exactly 11 o'clock... I see Quincy's truck come up the driveway.

"They're here," I yell to Emmett who's watching TV.

He clicks it off and comes with me out the front door.

"Hi Rhys," I wave as he climbs down from the huge truck and he has a present in his hands.

"What's that?"

"It's for you," he tells me, bouncing as he hands me the gift.

"For your new room and new house. This is a BIG house," he says in awe, looking up.

"Crazy big but I love it. Come in," I practically drag him in and take him straight downstairs.

"This is my room."

I open the door and he gasps.

"Finn. This is amazing."

He runs right over and sits down in front of the train.

"Can we play trains?"

"I wanna open my present, can I do it now?"

"I don't know, you might wanna ask Emmett."

Fine. I trudge upstairs... Rhys on my heels.

"Emmett, can I open it? Quincy?"

Quincy nods at Emmett.

"Sure, grasshopper. You boys want some drinks to take downstairs? We'll play outside after lunch."

"Okay."

A present is really nice but...

"You didn't have to get me anything."

I shake it gently. It's sort of heavy and it sounds like things are moving inside.

"I wanted to," Rhys says.

"Picked them all myself. Well not one, Quincy picked one and he wrapped it."

It's not taped up too much which was very nice of Quincy.

I lift the flap and inside are cars.

I dump them on the table.

"These are awesome."

There's a blue race car, a huge black truck, a little red car with a white stripe, a motorcycle and an ambulance.

Quincy laughs when I hold the ambulance up.

"Emmett told us how you met so I figured you might need that," he jokes.

"A boy can never have enough cars, hope you like them."

"I do, thank you."

Emmett is smiling too, he thinks it's funny.

"I can use them with my rug. Rhys, I got a rug like yours."

"I saw it but Quincy, Finn has a train. Can we go play?"

"Of course, bunny. Be good and remember what I told you."

"Yes Quincy," he says solemnly.

"If I take anything that's not mine, you'll shove it up my ass."

Quincy chuckles.

"At least he'll be more selective if nothing else," he tells Emmett.

"Now go on and play."

[halfahundredcats]

Oh I wasn’t even thinking of the mermaids, I mean we had MerStede (of course that wasn’t real, but still)! I headcanon Ed as bi because to me he has…vampire vibes? Bear with me, I know it sounds silly, but I also believe that all vampires are bisexual—all immortal beings, really. I just don’t think you can live that long and not want to Try Some Stuff. While Ed is a regular mortal, his many years spent as a pirate, presumably traveling to many different ports, the mystique surrounding Blackbeard, his world-weariness…I just feel like he’s done all kinds of things (and people). But I do think he hadn’t been with anyone for a long time before Stede, and I think it’s unlikely he was ever in love before. Also, I’ll admit it, I just want everyone to be bi lol. But that’s just my HC, I’m not out to convert ppl.

I would love Fang and Roach together actually. So cute. I adore Fang, I just want him happy. I should add in my S3 dream that he gets a new dog 🥲

I love your use of ‘avuncular’ here, I totally get it. I wouldn’t say I was attracted to Rhys before this show, but he’s grown on me quite a lot—I don’t know if it’s just putting him in this romantic lead position, or Taika proximity, or what, but like…I see it. He has an infectious smile and shapely calves lol. I hope he knows that he’s become a sex symbol for a bunch of Tumblr girlies. But yeah, it’s Taika for me, too, of course. “Outrageously hot for” very much same.

As for Izzy…I’m going to rewatch the show soon with a particular eye toward his and Ed’s relationship. Because to be frank, while I’ve never been “canyon” or whatever the fuck they’re called, and certainly not a Stizzy or Steddyhands shipper (to me, those are crack!ships at best and racist at worst), I’ve never felt the animosity toward him that some other ppl seem to have. After coming across so many meta posts about him, though, I want to reevaluate my feelings. But also, I just have wanted to steer clear of most discourse/fandom drama bc it gets exhausting, and I just want to enjoy my lovely show, yk.

This is everything I would have loved to have seen in season 3.

1. A storyline of Ed coming to terms with how Izzy fucked him up, and the crew finding out about this and that Izzy was not the hero they saw him as and understanding Ed more.

2. As its obligatory for any LGBT related show, a Patti Lupone cameo, maybe as a badass ageing pirate queen.

3. More Annie and Mary.

4. A character I came up with a while ago, Shirtless Sam, a gorgeous, sexy and charismatic pirate who is Ed's ex he is still friendly with, and Stede feels insecure about him cos he's so much hotter than him and more on Ed's attractiveness level, showing Stede feeling insecure about his looks, he and Ed later talk about it and Ed reassures Stede he is hot to him and he loves him and he has nothing to worry about, and Sam would be played by Tom Ellis from Lucifer.

5. Other guest stars id have loved to see would be Chloe Sevigny (she liked a facebook comment saying I'd have loved her to be in ofmd!), Selena Gomez, Grace Jones, and Jaiyah Saelua (I know Kaimana would probably be better as she is an actor but I just like Jaiyah and Taika's friendship) as an old friend of Ed's.

6. More nonbinary characters to be introduced, played by nonbinary actors ofc, and showing as much diversity in terms of race, body size, attractiveness ect as the men and women (and should include amab non binary people) as opposed to the one thin conventionally attractive masc presenting afab character.

7. (Only if Taika would be ok with it and not uncomfortable), Shirtless Ed and bare Ed ass.

8. Stede being hilariously bitchy like when he was like 'eeeerrrr feeeeeerrrrk eerrrrrf!!!!'

[bizarrelittlemew]

Hello, I’ve been unable to watch the NYCC panel but I see everywhere that is was awful and weird?!?! What actually happened ? Could you make a little recap for people like me who didn’t get to see it? Thank you!

I'll try my best ✌️ this is just the impression I got though (and sorry this got long lmao)

it was awkward because they weren't allowed to talk about ofmd, which made the whole thing seem more and more ridiculous as it went on. in addition, they had to do a sort of game where they were asked questions like "who is the most likely to do [x]" and then write a name on a board and reveal it at the same time. this could've been fine for maybe 10 minutes but they had them do it for the whole hour.

the issues with this game were that 1) the questions were very "generic corporate ice breaker questions", 2) they spent a lot of time in silence writing down, and 3) when a question finally did lead to stories or conversation, it was quickly shut down in order to move on to the next boring question and writing in silence.

they could've asked them about non-struck work (Rhys even brought up the books he's written several times and it wasn't followed up on), they could've collected and vetted fan questions beforehand, they could've just let them talk idk, they could've found a more fun game or ditched the boards (one of my fav moments was Rhys saying something like "I have a mic, why do I have to write it down?" honestly this would've made it 25% less boring lmao).

adding to that, there were sound issues meaning that Con and Rhys couldn't hear what was going on a lot of the time. Rhys said it again and again and nothing was done about it.

you could just tell how frustrated they all were and what this panel could have been if not for the shitty studios refusing a fair deal for the actors. I think the cast did what they could, and there were some sweet and funny moments. but it was clear that Rhys was pissed about not being able to talk about what they all wanted to talk about (I felt bad for everyone but especially for him).

they did a whole "ha ha we were all in New Zealand at the same time what a coincidence" thing and Rhys said that (paraphrased) if only they could be paid fairly, they could create something great with all the talent in the room, going off on the studios for a bit. it was honestly a bit of a relief for someone to voice it (to me, it felt like someone had to say something lmao and he did).

in the end they got a question about fantasy worlds. Rhys said he already lived in a fantasy world in his head and it was nice, though this was one of the odder moments. Matt and Nathan basically agreed and said it was all very weird (in different words). Rhys then said fantasy worlds are important because the real world is shit right now and there's no denying it; that in fantasy worlds we can all love each other and use kindness; and it's important to keep creating and believing in them until the real world becomes like that too.

and then he said "goodnight" (= "fuck this shit I'm out"), got up, put on his sunglasses, and started beat-boxing and rapping saying "why can't we talk about the show". their time had run out anyway, he said it had certainly been an experience, that he couldn't hear much of what was going on, and they all thanked the audience and it ended ✌️

anyway this is just my take and I hope SAG-AFTRA get a fair deal soon so the cast can celebrate the show with us like they so clearly want to. I also hope Matthew Maher does more panels after this (it was his first I think!) despite it being such a weird experience because he was great to watch!! anyway they're all happily doing photo ops and autographs now I guess 🤸

(if you want to watch there is a way)

[chosenfamily-valkyriequeens]

Raise your hand if you too are not interested in reading any more Feyre and Rhysand content from SJM and are more interested in hearing the stories of the more interesting and relatable characters like Gwyn, Emerie, Eris, Lucien, Jurian, Vassa, Elain, etc…and yes I will say Tamlin too (just because I need to see him fix his court and be a better person, cuz I can forgive what he did but I just don’t have to forget it) cuz let’s all be honest for a second, please. The time of Rhys and Feyre is done and over, and has been since the ending of ACOWAR. They had a beautiful story (toxic moments aside) and now they are happy with a baby (even tho that whole plot drove me nuts with the twilight birth… and Nesta losing her powers) let the spotlight shine on a new storyline. There are so many better and more interesting paths to go down and I’m sorry but none of them, to me at least, involve them being the main focus.

• Let’s hear about the Illyrian rebellion we all now is on the way, the Valkyries stepping in to help the females in not just the Night court but in all of Pythian. Getting to know more about Vallhan where Mor disappeared to for most of the ACOSF storyline.

• Let’s hear more about the deal made with the Court of Nightmares and whether or not everyone down there really deserves it. Or if there are innocent ppl trapped down there that are (as the IC would say) dreamers too trapped in the dark.

• Let’s hear more about Vassa and Jurian (and Lucien a little bit) taking back the mortal lands and saving the ppl from the terrible reign of her horrible sisters. Getting rid of her firebird curse and rebuilding fae and human relationships.

• Let see what could happen between Eris and his court (also I really really really want to see a connection with him and Balthazar cuz let’s be real here Eris is a fine specimen and I have a feeling he plays for both teams and this relationship would be painful but epic) cuz I KNOW there is more to him and it’s not bad…or at least all bad. He hides under a mask just as we found out Rhys did and Mor’s hints in the books tell us there is more to the story of her torture and Eris might’ve done nothing wrong and took the fall to protect them both. I want him to be high lord and to show the real Eris under the mask that’s been hiding for so long.

• Let’s hear about Tamiln and his steps to rebuild his court and mending his relationships with the other courts and kingdoms cuz he messed up big time. But he isn’t the first nor will he be the last person to do so and I honestly think everyone deserves a second chance. Maybe even give him a chance at a real relationship and happiness, because the world is a better place when everyone is happy.

• Let’s hear more about Lucien and possibly Elain working together (mating bond accepted…selfish yes for me I think they are cute even mating bind aside) to figure out the whole mess with Kcoshie and the prison and the possibility of an 8th court aka the Dusk court. (I do have an evil Elain theory that she is being controlled by him to get himself out of the lake but that’s a conversation for another time…I do like her, I just want to see…more.)

• Let’s hear some more about Nesta and her courtier traits that are just as powerful has her ability to fight. Her building better relations with her sisters. Learning more about her connection to the mother. Of her powers are actual gone or just concealed by magic. Why the glamor from Tamlin didn’t work on her in the hovel, was her family part fae?

• Let hear more about Azriel! I am an Azriel and Gwyn shipper so there is a selfish part of me that wants to see what type of story could become if the two (let’s not forget the whole necklace situation 😬 not the smartest move you’ve made Az…) and them opening up and being happy. I honestly want there to be more and from what I listed above there can be.

• This is a ramble list: let’s hear about, The Dead Trove, the fourth object, light singers, the mother, the lost magical swords, the cauldron, wtf happened to Bryaxis, and I’m sure many more that I’m not thinking of at the moment but I will later and I’ll kick myself for not adding them to this list.

And none of it needs to have Feyre and Rhys at the center of it, SJM I get they are your favorites and you have a slight unhealthy addiction to them but for the shake of your fandom open up to your other characters and their untold stories. There were so many things that were swept under the rug in ACOSF (Nesta’s powers and trauma for one) and they deserve to be written about. The secret not so secret Easter eggs from her other series that keep popping up in her books. I also want to know more about the Middle and what happened to it that made it so chaotic and frightening. We don’t need more of Feyre and Rhys (also not sure how I feel about Nyx cuz well…he’s a baby what is he really gonna do but be a kidnapping beacon), we got enough from them that if they pop up in the background for a little bit we will be fine. So please, please let there be more stories from other Characters. This series gave us a story to latch onto and we did. Now we have also latched on to the “side characters” that have representation of so many people around the world that deserve to see their story told. You’ve given hints for a big crossover tabled for “someday” so why don’t you get started on the stories that need to be told before that happens, cuz we know you SJM well enough to know that more needs to happen before then. It just doesn’t have to be a Feyre and Rhys story anymore. There are other stories to tell💕

[hellacioushag]

acotar characters as animated good guys

this is dumb af, enjoy.  

rhys: jack frost (rise of the guardians)

both hot af, both have painful pasts resulting in losing a loved one(s), both appear to be cold and flippant, but deep inside feel the need to make the world a more beautiful and wonderful place to be. jack constantly struggles through his movie to be seen for who he truly is and rhys felt that same pain until he and feyre healed together. 15/10 they can nip my nose anytime. 

feyre: robin hood (robin hood)

my girl feyre is the living embodiment of robin hood. she knows what it’s like to have to fight for survival so now she’s always looking out for those in need. both kickass archers, both say eat the rich, and both would risk their necks for their true loves. 14/10 feyre and robin hood can fucking get it. 

amren: archimedes (sword in the stone)

archimedes and amren are both wise and gruff sidekicks. they see everyone else as children barely able to speak full sentences and have no problem laughing in at their shenanigans. 12/10 would let them lecture me for hours 

cassian: flynn rider/eugene fitzherbert (tangled)

flynn falls in love with rapunzel after being beaten with a frying pan and dragged into enemy territory so she can watch the lanterns, not realizing if caught he would for sure to arrested and killed. what other himbo would risk everything he is for a woman who would beat him up on the regular? 15/10 no one does it like my bois flynn and cassian.  

nesta: anastasia (anastasia) 

ana and nesta both have sass for days, neither would run from a fight, and both end up being the hero of their own stories. ana and nesta also have that tough outer exterior that only becomes softened when they grow to love and trust their significant other. 16/10 would fight a zombie sorcerer for you any day

elain: aurora (sleeping beauty)

i love both elain and aurora, but we barely know either of them let’s be real. aurora has maybe 18 minutes of screen time in her entire film and now we’re 4.5 books into a 6 book series and know little to nothing about what makes elain tick. 12/10 they both deserve better than underwhelming development and fuck bois. 

lucien: hercules (hercules)

while lucien is a lot more clever than the himbo hunkules they both know the pain of feeling like they don’t belong, both have secret daddy reveals, both may not be very smooth but are sweet as fucking pie, and both would go to hell and back for their true loves. 14/10 would fight a hydra for both and that is the gospel truth. 

azriel: elsa (frozen)

both elsa and azriel do not deal with their emotions and instead bottle them up until they explode out in a force of power beyond their control. like elsa, azriel needs to learn to love himself before trying to get with anyone. he needs to deal with his trauma and pain, he needs to heal. 11/10 i’m never letting go

gwyn: rapunzel (tangled)

gwyn and rapunzel both lived very sheltered lives and desire the strength to take those first steps from their confinement and face the world with all it’s unknowns. they both have so much joy and wonder about life. while naïve about some things they have both proven they are determined, brave, and true. 18/10 you are my new dream

mor: mulan (mulan)

mor and mulan and both fierce warriors who struggled to be able to be their authentic selves. they would do anything to protect their loved ones, even if it put themselves in harms way. honorable, kind, and fierce they are the strongest gals i know. 14/10 they are a girl worth fighting for

emerie: moana (moana)

these girls do not need a man to save them. they are strong, fierce, and compassionate women. they didn’t always have strong support systems, but both girls persevered and followed their own path. both moana and emerie are brave and kind and know they do not need to be anything other than themselves to get the job done. 13/10 these girls know the way to my heart

helion: tinkerbell (peter pan)

both the hottest in any room, both full of sass, both full of light and clever plans, and both will die if they don’t get enough attention. 14/10 clap if you want to smash

tamlin: derek (the swan princess)

derek is the OG tool. 2/10 derek walked, so tamlin could run. 

[the-lonelybarricade]

After these next books i’m desperate for more feyre and rhys 😭 i will get on my hands and knees for miss janet married or not for another novella of them, yes i’m greedy i know. She said it’s a possibility once she’s done writing these next books and if she has inspiration for a storyline for them then she’ll do after a these other stories are told and i am gonna hold her to it. Just because, we have alot of feysand but it feels like we didn’t get to have them at their full glory, imagine if we got sexy time feysand in adult like nessian did in Acosf. maybe i’m reading more adult books these days and just want to feel that same vibe with them, no restrictions just us getting them unfiltered in all ways. What do you think? i know feysands have alot of content as it is though so I can understand people wanting to move on fully to new things

Honestly, I'm really happy with the Feysand story that's been told in the original trilogy and I'm happy for the stories to move on to other characters. In fact, I wish they would. I was deeply unhappy with the Feysand background plot we got in ACoSF and I hope that SJM avoids putting them through needless trauma/relationship conflict to drive the plot forward in future books. I love Feysand so much, and I want them to be happy. They've already gotten their fluffy novella, and I can't see why SJM would write them another one without introducing some sort of conflict that I don't want to see them go through.

Also, I'm not really a person who cares too much about canon would be/won't be. I'm extremely happy in my fanfic space where we have our little sandbox to play around with different scenarios. If you want spicy feysand, I have a very in depth list of Feysand smut recs here. 🥰 No real loss to me that we didn't get spicy adult feysand in canon when there's so many talented people making up the difference.

[alltheworldsinmyhead]

ON FEYSAND’S PLOTLINE IN ACOSF

              !!!!MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE ACOSF!!!!

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Let’s be honest for a while, okay?

ACOCF had potential to be SJM’s best book, if not for any other reason then because of the sheer idea of it. Coming-of-age, healing story of the most complex and polarizing character she has ever created set in the time of peace, away from the familiar setting (according to the later changed concept which still remains in the snippet at the end of ACOFAS), development of her arguably most feisty and angsty love story... It could be her absolute trumph. Even with the change to stick to Velaris instead of exploring the Illyrian culture of the Mountains and with the added conflict of the Mortal Queens and Koshei, it still could work quite well. 

It didn’t. For many, many reasons, but the most important one, in my opinion, being the feysand pregnancy plot. 

Nothing about this plotline made sense. Not a single thing. From start to finish, it was an absolute disaster from the character-writing POV, from the narration POV, from every single context of it. It broke the rules of real-life logic, it broke the rules of this fantasy world setting and it completely exposed that Rhysand, while not a bad guy, is a pretty terrible partner, even worse ruler and an absolutely terrible contender for the High King title. 

Let’s break this whole mess down (and expect this post to be mammoth-sized. it’s not my fault, though, write to SJM if you have any complains):

1) Feyre, 21, decides to get pregnant, even though less than a year earlier, she expresses the delight with not being forced to bear children to her new mate and told him herself she wants to wait a while and enjoy her life with him. Feyre decides she wants a baby though and Rhysand goes along with it, even though he is aware how young Feyre is and how hard her life has been up until this point. He wants a baby too much to have an honest discussion with Feyre about it, to stop and wonder what is the reason for her sudden change of heart, to reassure her that they have a lot of time ahead of them and don’t need to rush. No. She mades a sudden decision to have a baby after A YEAR OF MARRIAGE and not much more of being turned fae, JUST AFTER having her whole world put upside down, having received a completely new title and responsibilities, surviving the wat and being mated. Great. 

2) Feyre decides to get pregnant and Rhys goes along with it less than a year after the end of the bloody war. It is politically a delicate time, everyone is still not sure how the balance will shift, some countries don;t want to sign the peace treaty, etc. There are a lot of enemies and a lot of turmoil remaining. But sure. Let’s have a baby. Perfect time to add yet another target, another weakness that can be use by the Mortal Queens, Beron or whatever else with malicious intent towards the Night Court. 

2) Feyre gets pregnant after approximately a year of trying. I know healthy people of reproductive age for whom it takes ages more than this. Fae’s pregnancies are rare af and precious and happen once in a blue moon, but ofc SJM broke the world’s rules for her darling Feyre. And again, for Kallas and Vivianne who are also expecting the baby, even though it has been a maximum of 3 years since they’ve mated. 3 years is also not a particularly long time to try to have a baby for those who have issues with their reproductive systems like Fae women. Thank you, next. 

3) Rhys has unprotected sex with Feyre in her Illyrian form when she conceives, even though he knows full well having a winged baby would kill her. He does it anyway, for shits and giggles apparently. They probably have sex in the sky above Velaris, for all we know. 

4) The baby has wings. Now, the whole explanation with Illyrian wings being bony (bc they resemble bat wings) and Seraphin ones being more flexible (bc they resemble bird ones) is so insanely stupid that it takes around 3 seconds to wikipedia this shit and find out it’s exactly the opposite. But okay, the baby has wings and Feyre will die while giving birth, along with the baby. Madja forbids Feyre from turning into an Illyrian to carry the pregnancy because it MIGHT hurt the baby. Now, remember, Feyre conceived while in Illyrian form and then turned into High Fae. The baby survived it just fine. The baby MIGHT be hurt by Feyre turning .... but it will FOR SURE die if she stays High Fae and Feyre will too. Idk about you, but I would take the risk of MIGHT instead of FOR SURE. Especially when she is already in labour and dying. Cauldron or Nesta or idk who alters Feyre’s pelvis after the baby is cut out of her for no apparent reason but to allow feysand to make exactly the same mistakes later on. How convinient. And Nesta also alters her own pelvis bc god forbid she won’t be able give Cassian babies like the little useful mate she is now. She should’ve probably done it with Elain too, just in case she decides to fuck Az in the future, because fuck consequences and fuck the stakes in the story that make the readers actually CARE about characters bc they know the author may actually kill them and not save their life every fucking time.  

5) I don’t even want to comment on the fact Rhys hid the true danger of this pregnancy for Feyre and their family went along with it. It is absolutely disgusting. And Nesta telling her and that being condemned as the act of the ultimate cruelty which is a final straw to break her self-loathing back.... is abhorrent. It made my sick, actually, phisically sick. There is no justification for it. No at all. And the fact that they did not even consider abortion sends a message that I really don’t want to think too much about it. Feyre was 2 months along when they learned the baby is winged. 2 months. 8 weeks. It wasn’t a baby yet, let’s be honest. They could’ve at least discussed it. She - oh my god, I cannot believe SJM wrote it this way, I’m gonna be sick. 

6) For the entirety of Feyre’s pregnancy, they have no plan to really help her. Labour plan? Haven’t heard if it.  They have money and power and access to the healers of the whole land. And did not figure out how to stop her from bleeding out after a fucking C-section. THIS WORLD HAS MAGIC AND THEY COULDN’T STOP HER FROM BLEEDING OUT AFTER A FUCKING C-SECTION. Didn’t even ask Thesan, the High Lord of Healing, to be present. Cassian had guts hanging out of his stomach and survived. Az was fucking slashed apart in Hybern and survived. But yeah, Feyre was on a brink of death after a C-section. Great, Sarah. Keep it up. Let’s force the thought into young girls’ heads that labour is the most lethal thing ever, why not. 

7) Also, for the entirety of Feyre’s pregnancy, Rhys keeps quiet about this idiotic bargain. He, as far as we know, doesn’t make any plans for the moment when him and Feyre and possibly their baby are dead. If they died and baby survived.. who would take care of it? Does Rhys have a conversation with his family about it? NAH. Doesn’t write any sort of plan how to keep the Court going, doesn’t inform even the closest of his co-workers how they should proceed to act after he’s gone and his and Feyre’s power go to god-knows-who. Their deaths would mean a sure chaos for the weakend and fragile Prythian and the Night Court especially and yet nor Rhys nor Feyre make any sort of preparations for it. Rhys doesn’t tell his brothers or Mor or HIS SECOND IN COMMAND they will all soon have to somehow manage without him. He was about to just leave them to their own devices and told them in the last. possible. moment. 

And this man - this man is, according to Amren, the best candidate to handle the whole country? To unite it? This fool who makes idiotic bargains, who thinks first about his cock and his own selfish desires and considers his subjects and his responsibilities as a High Lord last and least important of all? Who has so much trust in his wife, in his High Lady, the mother of his son that he doesn’t tell her she will almost surely die on a birthing bed because it MAY UPSET HER? 

This plotline was the straw that broke my back. ACOTAR, at it’s heart has always been a ya fantasy with added ‘spice’ and I was willing to bend my critical-thinking skills in many cases and forget and forgive many smaller idiotic issues in this series. But this? It is not idiotic. It is massive and stupid to the point when it becomes insulting to the reader. It was a plot straight out of a bad fanfic, not something that should be in a published book written by someone who writes for a living. You could even argue that Twilight has handled this toxic trope better.  I have wasted my money on this book and thinking about it will always be painful for me. So yeah.

ACOSF could be great. Ended up quite pathetic. 

[yabai-korra]

Rhysand's "problematic" behavior towards Feyre in ACOTAR

I have just finished reading A Court of Thorns and Roses. I have been in book fandom for a while so I've heard criticism towards this particular relationship and author, so here I am debunking/explaining why that criticism isn't justified. Not saying you can't dislike the book obviously, but a lot of bad things said about this came from a place of ignorance and not reading in between the lines nor with full attention.

Now, if you're a passionate anti with no chance for changing your opinion, please do turn around and look at posts about something you enjoy :) Let's all stay in line and be civil, I am merely going to explain something a lot of people seemed to have missed in this book.

Words in blue are quotes.

First of all, lemme say that I totally understand why someone would think this book is "problematic", it seemed that way to me as well at first but when you read carefully and in between the lines it's not problematic, dark yes, hence why it's new adult and not young adult, but not problematic.

Rhys definitely does bad things to Feyre and comes off as an asshole at first, which is why I hated him, but if you approach it more carefully you'll see that there is a lot more beneath the surface.

Feyre has two moods while Under the Mountain - depressed and angry at Rhys. Rhys, as he states himself, is on Feyre's side, because he, much like everyone, hates Amarantha and wants Feyre to succeed in freeing them.

Something I haven't noticed immediately is how Feyre is sinking deeper and deeper into depression and some dark corner of her mind, and every time she bounces back is with Rhysand. He makes her angry, because that is the only emotion he is capable to provoke in her and the only one that would keep her from falling apart. Being lovey-dovey or friendly or sad, as we have seen Tam and Lucian were with her, didn't help, it just made her more depressed.

By keeping her angry he is keeping her alive: "It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely."

To be fair I gotta add that it wasn't his only way of keeping her alive; he healed her arm, did one of the tasks for her to keep her from being roasted, and led her to the correct answer on her second trial.

Also, something really important, he forcefully kissed her. When I read that I was furious and wanted to kick him honestly and I am not excusing him whatsoever, and imo he could have been a little more gentle, but he did that in order for Amarantha to believe it was him who kissed her, not Tamlin who was kissing her before. If Amarantha saw Feyre and Tamlin together, which is something Rhys interrupted, she would have gone wild because she is obsessed with Tamlin. Not only did Rhys save both of them (and Lucien, for that matter, because Amarantha kept pushing him in Tamlin's place) through his shady method I in no way approve of, immediately after his mood shifts. He knows Amarantha for 50 years, and he knew he'd take the punishment for kissing Feyre, which was, sadly the thing Amarantha is doing to him all the time, r*pe, which was obviously worse than usual because he was in a very mental state afterward: His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor. “What do you want?” I demanded. “A moment of peace and quiet,” he snapped, rubbing his temples. I paused. “From what?” He massaged his pale skin, making the corners of his eyes go up and down, out and in. He sighed. “From this mess.” I sat up farther on my pallet of hay. I’d never seen him so candid. “That damned bitch is running me ragged,” he went on, and dropped his hands from his temples to lean his head against the wall. “You hate me. Imagine how you’d feel if I made you serve in my bedroom. I’m High Lord of the Night Court—not her harlot.”

Again, I am not excusing his actions because it was not okay, but he took r*pe as a punishment for the forcful kiss so Feyre and Tamlin wouldn't get something worse, which was probably death. He, once again, did a bad thing to prevent a horrible thing, but this time suffered himself as well. I personally, as a reader, can get over that, if you can't that's totally fine.

"If he hadn’t been kissing me, if he hadn’t shown up and interrupted us, I would have gone out into that throne room covered in smudged paint. And everyone—especially Amarantha—would have known what I’d been up to. It wouldn’t have taken much to figure out whom I’d been with, especially not once they saw the paint on Tamlin. I didn’t want to consider what the punishment might have been."

Feyre herself at one point starts looking forward to seeing Rhys and going to the parties with him and drinking glamoured wine, because it is the only rest her tortured mind can get: "A permanent darkness settled over me, and I began to look forward to the moment when Rhysand gave me that goblet of faerie wine and I could lose myself for a few hours. I stopped contemplating Amarantha’s riddle—it was impossible. Especially for an illiterate, ignorant human. Thinking of Tamlin made everything worse."

All he is doing, whether good or bad, is to help her succeed. I am not saying his actions are to be excused, but they are definitely reasoned. He isn't an asshole for the sake of being an asshole. His way of helping Feyre was a messed up one, but it was the only way. He was doing bad things (while also keeping certain boundaries) to prevent a horrible thing, which would be Feyre mentally shattering.

Feyre herself is in a similar situation at the end of the book, the only way to free everyone from Amarantha was to finish the final trial, which was to kill three (actually two) faeries. Murder is obviously wrong and something that can't be excused (except for Amarantha she deserved it), but taking two lives to save thousands was the only reasonable thing to do, and that's why Feyre did it even though she was disgusted by the deed. The same thing happened with Rhys, it just wasn't as clear and simple.

"Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was keeping me alive. And had done so even before I set foot Under the Mountain."

It is definitely DARK, and definitely not something that could be applied to a real-life situation.

I hope it helped clear that up, I'm not saying you should like Rhys or the series, I personally do enjoy a more dark and complicated story and characters, I hope if you're not a fan that you have plenty of other books to enjoy :)