#mirror is giving me Feysand

[cauldronblssd]

I’m particularly intrigued by the entrapment to companion option

the 'how big is your english vocabulary' test dropped new ship dynamics

[violetasteracademic]

So, considering the fact that your theories and your thoughts always make me want to jump up and down like a kid,I wanted to know your thoughts on this. I don't know if you've seen that pic in sjm's Pinterest board of a woman with a rose tatto which I believe was saved as "Elain". And we know that both Feysand and Nessian had their own bargain which makes me believe elriel will have one too,most accurately a rose tatto on both of them. And I wanted to ask you what do you think Elain and Az's bargain will be about?

First and foremost, thank you for making me *blush*

And now, ooooOOOoooh the bargain! I have thoughts!! And they are whimsical and magical and very inspired by SJM's confirmed fairy-tale retellings.

If you are not caught up on my line of thinking and predictions for the next ACOTAR book, I *think* my most comprehensive post on that can be found here. I'm very lasered in on the possible alliance between Vallahan and the High Priestesses, the Snow Queen, and reverse sleeping beauty (or Glass Coffin, the original German fairy tale sleeping beauty is based off of which is what SJM has used in the books. More on that here.)

Now, while Elain and Azriel's bargain could literally be anything, I'm less focused on what specifically it is and more on what it will do for their story and plot.

Feysand has obviously had two major bargains, and they drove the plot forward in different ways. Bargain one: a commitment for Feyre and Rhys to spend time together. This obviously dramatically moved the plot forward in ACOMAF and magically connected Rhys and Feyre, thus giving them the opportunity to get to know each other and give Feyre time away from Tamlin and out of her situation.

Bargain two, to die together. This clearly creates a tremendous amount of plot, action, and conflict for ACOSF.

Nesta and Cassian's bargain is way more simple on the surface. Training in exchange for a favor. In this case, it isn't the bargain itself that drives the plot and creates conflict, but the favor. Cassian is put in a situation where he is bound by magic and forced away from Nesta, leaving her and her friends in a little cluster to be easily kidnapped for the Blood Rite. Whereas Feysand's bargain created danger due to their unwillingness to be apart after the pain of watching each other die, Nessian's bargain created danger by pressing a thumb on the deepest wound of Nesta's struggles with pushing Cassian away.

Whatever Elain and Azriel's bargain is, I sense it will thematically play on their experiences and relationship just as Nessian and Feysand's did, but it also needs to drive the plot forward.

Because I am a big believer in the reverse Sleeping Beauty/Glass Coffin wherein Azriel is the one kidnapped or put to sleep and Elain will be the one to save him, I would love to see their bargain allow them to supersede the magic that has been keeping them apart and be the thread that allows Elain to find Azriel no matter what.

My dear friend @elainemg97 is the one who opened my eyes to the Snow Queen fairytale (click the first theory link I shared here to see why that is relevant! It is a confirmed retelling SJM has been planning since signing on the spinoffs.) It's actually so wild how relevant this is to the possibility of a reverse Sleeping Beauty.

The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Anderson is a story about a boy and a girl named Kai and Gerda. They love each other deeply, are childhood best friends and grew up together playing in their families gardens and rose boxes. Then one day Kai is taken by the Snow Queen:

The Snow Queen, for whatever reason, luring Kai to her, beckoning him through snow frosted windows and snowflakes:

Kai becomes lost to splinters of a troll mirror, which turns him cruel and evil. His kind spirit is replaced someone hateful, and he hurts Gerda deeply by insulting her and treating her poorly. The Snow Queen succeeds in securing him, and the village presumes him dead. Gerda does not believe he is dead and in setting out to beg the river for him back, she becomes unmoored and drifts into unfamiliar waters and lands.

The Snow Queen kisses Kai, and Kai forgets bout Gerda.

The sorceress wipes Gerda's memory of Kai, and she causes the rose gardens to disappear, because the sorceress knows that if Gerda sees the roses, she will remember him.

Gerda remembers Kai regardless, despite the magic keeping them apart, and her tears cause the roses to bloom once again. Gerda knows that Kai is alive and she must find him.

The story of Gerda and Kai is one of hope, resilience, and roses. Gerda does not forget the boy she was spelled to forget, and she does not believe his cruelty was his true heart. The roses help her remember, they give her hope, and she sets off on a journey to save Kai from the Snow Queen. And then there is this:

Kai is saved by power of Gerda's love when she kisses him.

I feel like the imagery of roses and blades have been so pointedly woven through Azriel and Elain's story, as well as magic keeping them apart. This is major crack theory, but I think we might discover the Snow Queen in Vallahan is a bit of a Maeve like villain. Vallahan is described as ancient and being both on Prythian's side and against Prythian's side throughout history. This gives me the sense that Vallahan has one goal: to retain power. They ally themselves wherever that best suits them, and keep their motives shrouded in mystery.

I think ACOSF revealed that Koschei wants Azriel. Whether the Snow Queen of Vallahan is working with or against Koschei, she will want him too. Perhaps it is because of his blade. Perhaps his heritage. But it is most likely that Azriel will be captured. It's possible he will be presumed dead, or behave out of character.

Elain will believe in him. She will the remember the roses, his goodness, the time they spent together in the garden just as Kai and Gerda. And despite all the magical forces keeping them apart, trying to make them to forget each other, Elain will not forget him, and she will find and free him.

I think it would be really interesting and beautiful to see Elain and Azriel's bargain be something seemingly small and unimportant, like promising to think of each other when they see a garden or a rose. Or a bargain to find each other when they are lost, no matter what. I love the idea of their bargain being the thread that leads them to each other. That helps Elain find him, instead of being the thing that puts them in danger.

Thematically, magic and bonds have been the thing keeping Azriel and Elain apart in a way that wasn't true for Feysand and Nesssian. I would love to see their bargain, their choice, be the bond that leads them to each other even when all hope seems lost.

[throneofsapphics]

Oh gods your angst fics are just so so so so good. The knuckles one? Give it to me in an IV drip 😭

Please I beg (gently), a fic where the bat boys or poly acotar couple keep the reader from harming themselves?

So sorry if this is too dark, or not something you’re interested in! Please ignore if so.

Thank you for being so talented 💕

a different kind of fear 

(part two)

Nessian x Reader

Summary: Nesta and Cassian catch reader at a vulnerable moment. 

Warnings: self harm, descriptions of injuries, blood, angst-ish?, not proofread 

A/N: you are so damn sweet thank you <3, I’m glad you like them! I surprised myself doing nessian for this, but I’ve already got ideas for a feysand one too 

Everything was too much. Too gods-damned much, she thought she’d lose it. She wanted control over something - anything. 

Her eyes found the small line up of daggers on the chest. Some of them hers, most of them Cassian or Nesta’s. 

Almost on autopilot, she walked towards them, eyes zeroing in on her first. Her hand grasped the cool metal of the dagger. Grounding her, bringing her an inch back towards reality. A small shift and she faced the mirror. The coolness against her skin felt right. Slowly she pressed it against her forearm, letting it rest against her pulse. She winced as she shifted it slightly, a small knick on her forearm, and the blood dripped down - falling on the cream colored nightgown. It felt strangely like warm water. 

She felt out of control, like her body was moving on its own - her mind separate from her conscious. Every inch of her focused on that small cut. On how it felt good - good to have some sort of control. She gave her attention to the mirror, and brought it up towards her neck. She knows she won’t slit her throat - won’t kill herself, but the temptation to feel that kind of control, to feel the metal against her skin was too much, and she brought it up towards her throat. 

It could have been seconds - or hours, but she stood there, slightly shifting the knife back and forth. She winced as a small slice cut against the front of her throat - not enough to kill or severely injure her, but blood dripped down her throat, her chest, staining the top of her nightgown - turning it a sort of pink color. Freedom, that’s how it felt. 

-

Nesta thought she knew fear. She’d faced death and spit it’s cold and ugly face, but walking into their bedroom, Cassian on her tails, to see her in front of the mirror, a knife held to her neck, blood trailing down her skin, in a trance of sorts, her eyes far gone from this reality. Fear, pure fear filled both her and her mate behind her. She glanced at Cassian, and his eyes had gone wide and she could hear his heart nearly bleeding out of his chest. 

He took a few steps - silent, careful not to scare her, not with how damn close that knife is to slitting her throat. Gods she was already bleeding, the blood soaking her neck and dripping onto her clothes. She wanted to sprint over there, to rip that damned dagger from her hands and clutch her tightly, but a warning glance from Cassian kept her from doing that. 

-

She heard the door open and close, vaguely aware of someone else’s presence in the room. Two someone’s. Cassian and Nesta. She couldn’t bring herself to lower it, her body froze in place. 

“Y/n.” Cassian’s voice was gentle and soft, “put the knife down sweetheart,” but she didn’t miss the demand in his voice. Almost a command, trying to force her to do something. Her mind recoiled against it, even as the sensible part of her knew she should listen. 

“Put it down.” Nesta’s voice was harsher, and she spotted Cassian glaring at her from the mirror. They kept taking careful steps towards her, and she watched. Her body was completely still, frozen in time and place. 

As she didn’t move, they kept carefully approaching. Then, she felt their panic. A tang of guilt ran through her, but before she could process it more, a large hand clasped around her wrist, yanking it away from her, squeezing until she dropped it. 

Smaller hands tugged her back, away from the mirror, and spun her - crushing her into Nesta’s chest. One hand dug in the back of her hair, holding her tightly. Nesta was shaking, she realized - her hand shaking slightly against the back of her head. 

“Get her cleaned up.” Cassian sounded unusually grave. She half expected Nesta to snip back at the order, like she usually would, but the female led her towards the bathroom. Y/n was vaguely aware of Nesta washing her, her pinched face as she cleaned the small wounds - already healing quickly, but she still rubbed a salve over them. For once, she didn’t protest and let Nesta dress her, taking care of everything.

When they came back out, there wasn’t a single blade in sight. Cassian stood by the door, his hair ruffled like he’d been running his hands through it. He saw the exhausted expression on her face - fatigue had set in. 

“We’ll talk about it in the morning.” His voice was clipped, but there was a softness in his eyes. Nesta shuffled her over to the bed, pushing her towards the middle. They caged her in on each side, holding her tightly, like she might disappear at any given moment.

[elainsgirl]

But Az showing zero concern for Elain when Elain was put into the Cauldron? Az being second to Cassian in offering Elain a dagger? Az not believing in Elain's ability to handle the Trove? Az not feeling Elain's vision was worth pursuing? Az putting Elain's life at risk for both Feyre and Briar simply because he wanted to be the hero who could do it all? Az avoiding Elain at her lowest and only looking into her riddles after Feyre asked it of him? Az looking at Mor with lust while Elain sat in the room with them? Az never giving her credit for her bravery during the war? These things do undermine the supposed feelings he has for her.

Azriel also didn’t act with a sense of urgency tbh. It was Nesta who ran to her tent after he said Elain was missing. It was Cassian who said they’ll bring her back. His siphons and shadows didn’t even react. Az literally saw Nesta and Cassian argue abt this and sided with Cassian to prove Nesta wrong. And even then, it was Feyre who made up a plan to rescue her.

look, as I mentioned previously- for me personally, I never viewed Azriel as a LI for elain in acomaf - I know he was in pain & screamed as Elain was placed in, which mirrored Nessian/Feysand when their mates were hurt too. Sure, Cass offered first but Azriel offered TruthTeller, the dagger he had lent to no one for 500 years. That alone had his brothers shocked. Why did he give it to Elain? He could have given any other dagger. But he didn’t, he gave his best, most useful and personal weapon. C’mon, that is special and a sign of care. If he had done this with Gwyn or whoever else the fandom shios him with - they’d all be celebrating how significant this scene was. I already mentioned how I found his concern valid and mirroring Cassians’ in the end it doesn’t matter what the men say or feel. The girls will do what they want whilst their Lis trail behind. Idk where you got the impression Az felt as though elains vision wasn’t worth pursuing, this man asked her about what she was seeing and actually listened & saw elain leading him too finding out she was a seer, something her so called mate failed at.

Again, I don’t expect him too have completely moved on from Mor by acofas, that is unhealthy and rebound behaviour. However once his feelings for Elain develop officially- that is the end of him & mor. By acosf, there are no longing looks from Az to Mor. Who would he tell? Everyone knew who stabbed hybern - did you want Az to carry a magaphone shouting it out to everyone that Elain stabbed him? Even Elain gives the credit to Nesta giving me the impression she doesn’t want to be known as a king-stabber. Also - Briar needed to be safe and it was Elain who told Briar to grab on ultimately rescuing her. Elain and az both wanted to save an innocent girl from the torture she was going through. As they should.

Where did Az avoid Elain at her lowest? Wasn’t he the one to take her to the gardens and spend time with her whilst she was still in her depression?

The shadows that stilled & darkened when Az found out Elain was hurt by her arguement with Nesta? The shadows that were ready to strike Nesta for insulting Elain?

This is mainly just interpretation. It doesn’t change the things he has done for elain which I already listed that do show he cares and has genuine feelings for her. Az already knew something was wrong when Elain was kidnapped, he didn’t need to confirm it. Nesta was in shock and wanted to see for herself. Yh sure. Cass said they’d bring her back, but it was Azriel with rage in his eyes after being told he’d die - “IM getting her back” which he did as stupid & disadvantageous as it was. They were going into enemy territory- a plan was needed. It doesn’t matter who made the plan,

Az kept his promise and brought - sorry, cradled elain to his chest and brought her back.

At the end of the day, you can interpretate scenes and cherry pick but when you look at full picture- Az genuinely cares for Elain.

[stargirlfeyre]

My thoughts on the theory that the Nesta book is about Nesta (this is kinda long).

*Though I’m not a Nesta fan this isn’t coming from a place of hatred towards her but just what’s logical for me*

I’ve been seeing people say that the next book is going to be another Nesta + Cassian Pov but that doesn’t make sense if we take into account how the original trilogy worked, the current plot of the books, and Sjm’s own words.

Firstly, when Feyre was getting multiple books it was made pretty clear throughout the series. Until Acowar none of her books had a finale like ending. Acotar ended after she’d just been through months of torture and was entering arguably the lowest point in her life, Acomaf ended a damn mess to say the least, and finally Acowar signified the end of the original trilogy. Feyre wasn’t fully healed by healing and at peace. She was on the right path and surrounded by her loved ones

Feyre’s Acowar ending heavily mirrors Nesta’s Acosf ending. Nesta’s happy. She has a found family, has her mate, and is healing her relationship with her sisters. There’s not really an open ending like how Acotar and Acomaf was for Feyre. Don’t you think that if Sjm planned on giving Nesta multiple books she would have shown it in Acotar? I don’t take the few chapters that she’s in in Hofas as foreshadowing that she’ll get more books because why would you use another series to foreshadow a character getting more books in a separate series?

If Nesta was getting more books in the Acotar series then that would have been foreshadowed in the Acotar series. No, Ember telling Nesta that she’ll find her way is not enough evidence for me I’m sorry.

Secondly, things just won’t be balanced out. There are two more full books in the Acotar series. If Nesta gets the other one that would be that Elain gets the last one. Feyre gets 3 books, Nesta gets 2, and Elain’s gets…1? What sense does that make? Let’s just say that each sister is getting a duo-logy, that would mean that there’s 3 more books in this series plus a novella or two. Not only does that directly go against Sjm’s own words that each sister is only getting one book, but there’s just not enough plot for that to happen. We can already tell that this series is dragging and Sjm is trying to create new conflicts and that’s heavily impacting the quality of her writing, there’s not enough material for this series to drag on for over 3 books and still make sense.

I saw someone say that Nesta is getting a trilogy like Feyre and Elain will also get one and there will be a novella in between. But again that just makes no sense. Sjm signed a deal for 7 more books. If what y’all are saying is true then that means all seven books are for the Acotar series. All of them. Now we know this isn’t true because she has said herself that the Crescent City series will have more books and she’s also visiting a new world that she’s excited to write for.

Elain is getting that next book. We all just need to accept this and move on. Feyre got a trilogy for a reason and her sisters are getting one book spin-offs for a reason. Now does this mean that Nesta will never have a pov or play a major role in the Acotar books again? Absolutely not. Nessian will probably still get a bonus chapter in the next book like Feysand got in Acosf, Nesta will likely still use the troves, and she’ll likely still wield Ataraxia and be a warrior like she’s training to be.

What’s she’s not going to do is leave Cassian for Eris. What’s she’s not going to do is leave the Night Court which she’s already called her home. What she’s not going to do is revive a court that already belongs to Rhys and become High Lady or High Queen. Nesta’s path is already set in stone. She’s still walking that path sure but we know where her story is going. I’m going to touch your hand when I say this…Sjm did not write an 800 page books of Nesta gaining friends, family, and love in the Night Court and breaking out of the mindset that her mother and grandmother beat into her just for her to leave the Night Court and follow the path that here abusive family laid for her.

It’s just not going to happen.

[iocaisaint]

Random ACOTAR takes

cw*: my unsolicited opinions

I agree with #that woman that canon Lucien and Nesta (and I mean pre-ACOSF) would've been terrible for each other sorry

As of right now Nesta is the only Archeron sister with direct connection to the Dusk Court, like her and her alone 🤷🏾‍♀️

Out of the love square (?) Lucien is lowkey the only one with a storyline that isn't made out of paper mache and hope. There's so many angles you could go: Beron, Eris, LOA, The Autumn Court or Spring Court, Tamlin, or Day Court, Helion, being an heir, or helping Vassa with Koschei + his overall friendship with Jurian + Vassa + humans as a whole and that's without touching on the mating bond even once. Real set-up wished she'd done that with everyone else

That being said, I disagree with a bunch of Lucien's stans when it comes to his characters, y'all have a power fantasy for him that's in direct contradiction to how he's actually written (I mean I get it the books treat him like trash)

If Nesta is pregnant I'll have a crash out to end all crash outs.

Everybody in this fandom bar maybe Feysands are shipping fanon, the scenes that y'all talk about and the ones that exist on page are either not the same or straight up don't exist.

I hate the HK/HQ plot even for Nesta, like is blatant colonialism.

Everybody here is a hypocrite when it comes to their faves we'd all be happier admitting then bending over backwards.

I do not care for Elain, simply because fanon Elain is so far removed from what's on page, that most her pro arguments simply don't make sense to me.

There's no reason for Helion to give up his Pegasi but I know HOFAS was a mess but when the place was revitalised after the Asteri were murdered they came back, my guess is that place and the prison are mirror worlds so the same will happen once the Prison is liberated

Azriel isn't boring but he also isn't extremely interesting. If he was a girl no one would gaf about him, but there are enough concepts of an idea where I could see his book not being awful.

Neither the pro or the anti side gives a fuck about Emerie, double points if you're engaging in that ship war. No I won't expand on this, I'm right.

Nessian sucks, that's all.

Actually no I'm expanding on that point, the fact that people defend no "I love you" from the MMC is crazy, that fact that people defend Nesta being threatened without Cass stepping in even worse, the fact that Rhys knows he can berate Nesta in Cassian's presence....like they had an 800+ page book and I'm still having to hear about how they need to "grow as characters" y'all aren't serious people

I've become more neutral-positive to Feyre because some of the arguments against her are just crazy but on that note she'd be deeply more entertaining if the narrative wrote her refusal for self reflection as a flaw

Gwyn cannot be a evil light singer and irrelevant at the same time please pick one.

Also I don't hate the light singer theory, sorry. Monsters not actually being monsters is this series's bread and butter. It'd be great if a woman finally got that treatment

I can already tell Eris is about to be retconned to hell because SJM hates a character not being vindicated by the narrative to redeem them (she already started by implying Eris wants his father dead for #feminism). Let it be known I like/d him as is

I don't get into arguments about Rhys cause I find him boring. Y'all are fighting day in day out about faerie Ronald Reagan

Nesta should've been bi, how tf did we get stuck with Mor

I have more but that's it for now.

[danikamariewrites]

hey, hi, hello! 💜

it’s your new bestie, aka your feysand anon. once again you did an excellent job by my request. the part of the feysand x reader headcannon where reader goes to the hewn city for the first time was amazing, but since i got a taste of it, i’m wanting more. i would absolutely love a fic based off that. i just know that you would leave absolutely no crumbs. maybe have it ending in just little bit of smut at the end?

whatever you do with it will be amazing, like you. thank you & i hope you have an fabulous day!

Hewn City

Feysand x reader

A/n: AAAHHH THANK YOU BESTIE! I hope you like it and I hope YOU have a fabulous day 💜 also u need to dm me so we can talk more about Feysand ☺️

Warnings: kier being a douchebag

Sitting in front of your vanity Feyre and Mor were putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup. This was your first visit to the Hewn City as Rhys and Feyre’s partner. You were nervous, but you knew nothing bad would happen to you.

You didn’t particularly want to meet Mor’s father, Kier. Rhys and Feyre told you what happened centuries ago. All you felt was rage toward the male that made your best friends life a living hell.

“All done!” Mor said in a sing-song voice. Feyre kisses your temple, “You look beautiful sweetheart.” Your blush was hidden by the pinkish glitter Mor had brushed on your cheeks moments ago.

You stood to give your outfit one more look over before heading downstairs. Mor winked at you through the full body mirror and left. Feyre came up behind you, snaking her hands in front of you to hold yours, resting her chin on your shoulder.

Your dress was a deep violet that it was almost black. The fabric shimmered with your movements. The high slits on both sides showing off your legs, the top only covering your breasts and wrapping around your neck. It was like you were the night sky Rhys ruled and Feyre shined in. Without you there is no them, they had said.

Your tattooed hand played with the fabric. You had a whole sleeve on your left arm to match their tattoos. Its dark swirls like theirs with stars to fill in the open spots.

A knock on the door has you and Feyre turning. Rhys had a bright smile on his face, his eyes twinkling with love for his favorite girls. “Wow. Just wow. You look stunning, both of you.” As he padded over to you two Rhys opened his arms and embraced you.

Pulling away he cupped your face looking down at you. “How are you feeling?” You swallow audibly. “Nervous. But I’ll be ok. You guys will be there, I know you’ll keep me safe.” Feyre placed a hand on your lower back, “Always, love.”

A little while later you were standing outside the throne room with them. Mor, Amren, Azriel, and Cassian already waiting on the dais. Your nerves acting up as you twisted at the silver rings on your fingers. Rhys stroked a finger down your spine to calm you, whispering in your mind, “What’s wrong love? Don’t be afraid to tell me.”

Keeping your eyes forward you respond, “I guess I’m just nervous about all of it. About the mask you and Fey will wear, the one I will wear.” “We’ll be in here the whole time reassuring you love. Don’t worry.” You nod at that, shaking out your arms and taking a deep breath.

The three of you walk past the kneeling crowd on to the dais. You stand between their thrones as the High Lord and Lady take their seats. Rhys gives you a wicked grin and motions for you to sit on his lap. Once your seated he scans his subjects, commanding them to rise.

Dinner started and Mor brought you all glasses of wine. You took a long swig to help with your lingering nerves. Feyre reached out her free hand to hold yours, rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand. You and Rhys smirked at each other and he began to kiss your neck.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you softly moaned at the feeling of his lips. “How are you feeling?” “Better now that your both touching me.” A feline smirk played on Feyre’s lips. “Tell us if you’re too uncomfortable. Az can take you home if you don’t want to stay.”

Opening your eyes you see Kier approaching the dais and tense up. Seeing the male in person you realized how pathetic he truly is. The three of you turn your attention to him. “It’s alright darling just stay calm, as you were before.” Rhys said softly. “He’s useless. Don’t let anything he says get to you. Bite back and keep your face bored.” Feyre adds.

As Kier aired his grievances to Rhys, he and Feyre continued their soothing touches. They knew they had to listen to Kier. But that didn’t stop them from looking bored or that he was an inconvenience. Once Kier had moved on to petty topics of things that would only benefit him Rhys cut him off and dismissed him.

Kier bowed but decided to show off his attitude loudly, giving Rhys a glare you should never give a High Lord if you wanted to keep your head. “One whore wasn’t so now you have one to share?” Half of the room fell silent at Kier’s comment.

You found Mor, Cassian, and Azriel close by. She was fuming and the Illyrians looked like they were about to attack Kier.

Rhys tapped your leg and you stood. Feyre stood too, pulling you into her, keeping a hand on the small of your back. It was clear the two were seeing red at Kier’s comment. You tried to take their advice and keep your face as bored as possible, but you couldn’t help but be a little hurt by his comment.

Rhys menacingly stepped toward Kier, coming toe-to-toe with him. Rhys towered over him, making Kier look even more pathetic than he already was. Kier tried to apologize quickly but Rhys held up a finger silencing him.

All you could do was watch. Rhys didn’t hurt Kier physically or verbally. No, you and Feyre could tell he delved into Kier’s mind and was mentally messing with him. When Rhys was finished punishing him, Kier’s eyes were wide. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his skin was a sickly pale shade. “You are dismissed for the rest of the evening.”

Kier walked off, heading toward the door that leads to his living quarters. The party resumed once the door was shut. The three of you went back to the thrones. You went back to your spot on Rhys’ lap, smiling at the two of them. “Are you ok?” Feyre asked. You nod and rest your head on Rhys’ shoulder and nip at his neck.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

[bookbitchx]

Hello hello here's a lil rant about SJMs writing of Rhys and it driving me crazy :) (CC3 spoilers, ACOTAR spoilers, minor TOG spoilers)

I agree with your post that questions whether or not SJM was being purposeful when she created the dynamics of the IC and their allies. I personally think in order to determine if SJM is doing this purposefully its important to take all her books into account (especially with the crossover in CC3 😭 And because SJM's only finished series currently is TOG, most of my comparisons will involve that series)

I suspect that the IC's emotional journeys are still very far from over. Especially Rhys and Feyre since they have been arguing off page (which is understandable given it wasnt their POVs) and SJM purposefully included Ember Quinlan defending Nesta in the bonus chapter. Now each of these characters have VERY strong personalities, but Ember in particular comparing rhys to someone who abused her is EXTREMELY important for us as readers to note for future books. And i really hope that its because SJM is finally gonna let him be held accountable for being an ass towards his mate's sister and for meddling so much in their relationship.

Rhysand in particular out of all of the IC has probably the most potential for a good redemption arc. Hes traumatized by his families deaths and UTM in canon and it would be safe to assume his childhood in Windhaven wasn't exactly pleasant. So giving us the Archeron POVs to unpack these centuries old characters is bound to get messy due to their own lack of experience, (but it makes for good fan interaction, i see you sjm).

Rhys definitely has better intentions than the Highlords before him did, but he still has some iffy behavior that stems from needing to have control over his surroundings likely due to traumatic events where he felt powerless to save those he cares for. But that doesn't excuse the fact that he has (accidentally) hurt more people while trying to keep control. He withheld life saving info from his mate bc he didnt want her to worry, he threatened and chased Nesta from the city because she shared the info he was hiding, he stole the book from Tarquin despite the fact that he likely would have helped rhys anyway, he locked his IC in Velaris to protect them (when Amren could've solo'd anyone in UTM 🤫). All of which to me sounds like could be control issues.

Now for who I think is the closest character we have to really compare to Rhys, the MC of TOG also struggled with control issues throughout the series. And her own trauma also mirrors Rhys' to an extent, especially her family life and the fact she was also stuck without fresh air while she was in Endovier. She made bad choices throughout her story, ones that affected the people she loved directly. But when her arc concluded, she was able to make healthier decisions for herself and loved ones despite that.

If SJM truly loves rhys as much as she claims, I don't think she wouldn't give him an opportunity to heal like the one she gave to Aelin. Especially after she hinted in CC3 that things are NOT always all fine and dandy in Feysand's relationship, Feyre herself said she was furious with the IC in acosf, and the two of them have yet to discuss how Rhys' actions utm affected her.

Realistically, I don't the highest hopes for Rhys' character arc unfortunately, but a girl can dream of a better ACOTAR 😂 I wanna believe that it'll be a great series when it concludes but im hesitant in putting my faith into SJM tbh 😔 Anyway, I hope you have a wonderful rest of ur day/ night and im so excited to hear your thoughts!

Heyy

I hope you're having a good day/night too!

You definitely make some good points.

I can kind of see similarities between Rhysand and Aelin, but at the same time, I don't.

Aelin, for all her faults and mistakes, had at least tried to do the right thing, no matter how misguided it was. She was selfish and reckless and ended up hurting people close to her, but she owned up to it. She was also young. She was, what like 19-20? Not an excuse, but a factor.

Rhysand, on the other hand... God, where do I even start?

It's weird because ACOTAR is so different from TOG in terms of writing, and I'm just talking about first person/third person POVs.

I honestly believe that SJM tried to make the series black and white. Tamlin Bad, Rhysand good. Eris bad, Mor good. Nesta bad, Feyre good... and accidentally ended up with a controversial mess.

I mean good for her. Publicity is publicity no matter if it's positive or negative (here we are talking about it), but yeah.

Rhysand was supposed to be this morally grey character, but she ended up making him a self praising, self-proclaimed king of feminism, most powerful High Lord with nothing to back it up.

○ He gives Feyre 'choices' only when the outcome is in his favor.

○ He claims he's all for women's freedom to choose whatever they want... yet he lets those Illyrian camps keep women as glorified slaves and praises the leaders for giving them 2 hours of training.

○ He's 'the most powerful High Lord' yet he can't control the HC, and the camp leaders barely respond to him.

○ He, Feyre, and the IC feel entitled to information that affects the whole of Prythian... for what I don't know.

○ I'm not even going to get into the acts he commits against his 'family' bc I would be here for a while.

○ He encouraged his mate to take her petty revenge on Tamlin, destroying his entire court in the process, innocent lives and homes, not to mention making Prythian more vulnerable to Hybern.

○ He got mad at Nesta for giving the mask to Bryce... isn't that what he did with the book? Except he stole it and destroyed Summer Court property while Nesta controls the mask.

You're right about his control issues, though, as was seen with Nesta every time she didn't listen to him. I can see how that would relate to the lack of control he felt UTM, but...

Did 50 years UTM getting SA affect him? Obviously. I don't disregard the trauma he went through, but I also don't turn a blind eye to the things he did UTM.

He assaulted his mate with no excuse. He could've easily left her in that cell instead of making her wear a napkin and get drunk against her will. Amarantha didn't even care when he paraded her around and only got mad when she saw them kissing.

The children of the Winter Court that were killed, I don't know why it was brushed off with no consequences because who else would have done it? Daematis are extremely rare, and somehow, there was another one powerful trapped under the mountain, but he doesn't know who? Another Daemati who was working for Amarantha and didn't call out Rhysand on the Claire Beddor lie?

God, this turned into a rant, I know, and I'm sorry, lol.

I personally don't see a redemption arc satisfying enough happening or at all really. I read somewhere that Rhysand was created after SJM's husband Josh... yk where I'm going with this.

Anyway, if you sat through this, thanks!

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@officialfeysandweek Day 6: First of Their Kind

🎨: the_megabee33

Feysand Week Masterlist // Read on Ao3 // SFW Commission

Summary: Rhys and Feyre spend Solstice Eve bringing a fantasy to life at the Court of Nightmares.

AN: Art is awesome, but I think I speak for many of us when I say it's twice as fun to have art and a story. It was an absolute honor to write this for my fellow commissioners, @popjunkie42, @moonpatroclus, @foundress0fnothing, @tunaababee, and @cauldronblssd

CW: Public sex, egregious use of "good girl", naturally.

"I feel slighted, you know."

Rhys looked up from where he was fastening his cufflink, slowly crossing the room to join his mate at her vanity, reaching for a comb to start running it through her damp hair. "How's that, darling? Have I neglected you somehow?"

She huffed, meeting his eyes in the mirror. They'd be attending the revel held in the Court of Nightmares this evening, just as they were obligated to every Solstice Eve. "Not recently."

"Holding a grudge, are we?" He twisted the upper half of her hair into a smooth knot, gathering a few pins to keep it in place. "What's this about, Feyre?"

"Do you remember the first time you took me to the Court of Nightmares?" Even now he held a careful mask, but Feyre could sense the subtle shift in her mate all the same. "Before we were mated, all pent up, waiting for something to happen. I wanted you to take me right there, Rhys."

He cursed behind her, taking a large step back to finish dressing himself for the evening. "You can't—" He let out a long breath. "You can't say something like that when we're expected somewhere, Feyre. Fuck."

There was no way he was unaware of what her desires had been, now several years into their mating. There were no true secrets between them. But she'd never discussed that particular moment so brazenly. Put it in bold lettering for him to read. "Can't I, though? It's a revel after all. I'm sure that after living this long our dear subjects know how we came to have two children. If they can fuck out in the open why shouldn't we do the same from your throne?"

"My little exhibitionist," he teased, shrugging into his evening jacket. The slight amusement she caught in his voice faded when he rejoined her at the vanity, gripping her chin. "You're sure?" She nodded and his smile returned. "They won't know what to do with you, wearing a crown and warming my cock." She shivered, eyes fluttering shut when he pressed a kiss to the corner of her painted mouth. "I hardly know half the time. Come, my love. Let's go give the sycophants a show."

~~~~~

They started with a dance. “I suppose we should be someone respectable this evening,” she’d told him upon arrival. He’dd taken her in his arms, pressed another kiss beneath her ear, kept his head bent low to whisper every filthy thing he planned for her tonight, before their court and behind closed doors. She made it through two songs before letting him lead her up the dais. She passed her own throne without hesitation and let him turn her around to more easily pull her down by her hips. She only paused a moment before a soft tap against her leg had her reclining into his chest, slightly off center so her legs were parted over one muscled thigh. Not that she had any intention of resisting if he wanted to keep her spread open to play with.

Feyre had no fear when it came to what the court would think tonight. She wore a crown from their High Lord’s family trove, was happily mated to a male with unwavering loyalty. There was a tender stroke of affection at the very edge of her mental shields that reinforced the thought all the more.

But most importantly when it came to the views of the people not-so-discreetly watching the two of them, in the near decade since she’d been Made her power had only grown, a force to rival their High Lord’s when his had gone unmatched for so long. Even if she spread her legs and bowed to his whim tonight they new better than to make a comment to degrade her when the walls of the Hewn City had ears of their own.

The proclaimed Cursebreaker could be just as ruthless as the male holding her.

“I love you more for it, you know.”

She let herself grant him a slow smile, tilting her head back to expose the length of her throat, almost hoping to feel his teeth there. “Show me how much.”

His thumb was already slipping under the dark panel covering her breast, absently teasing her nipple, the other four fingers dropping down to cup her breast from beneath. She barely started to roll her hips before his other arm banded around her waist. “Rhys,” she whined, curling into that little space he left open for her in his mind, content to stay there for the remainder of the evening.

“Keep still for me, darling. You want to be a good pet for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, High Lord.”

He groaned softly, the tip of his tongue flicking the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “Good girl. Close your eyes. You’re going to sit here and take what I give you.”

Feyre took a breath, deep and slow. Let her legs go limp against him and bit back her whimper when he spread them wide, her ankles caught between the cold throne and his knees. Cool air brushed over her center when he slipped his hand beneath the fabric, the chill made worse by the wetness already building there.

Rhys let out a low hum and she honestly couldn’t tell if it was a chastisement of praise for what he found waiting for him. Thoughts muddled, all she knew was that she was left open and waiting for him to torment or please. “I’ll always please you, little mate,” he said just loud enough for the nearest court members to hear. “The only question is how long I want to play with you first.”

She couldn’t suppress her whine at that. The promise in her ear, his fingers dragging up her center, thumb circling her clit. The shadows rising from the throne should have been warning enough that Rhys was up to something, but it hardly took a moment for the dark wisps to secure her wrists on either side of Rhys’ thighs. She still couldn’t contain her sharp cry when Rhys pushed two fingers into her core, the sharp curl of his fingers hitting a tender spot he was well aquainted with by now. She’d put herself in the lap of a male who could play her like a fiddle. And he had every intention of doing just that.

“Rhys.”

“Do we need to stop?” His movements slowed, the drag of his fingers gentling.

“No. Just wasn’t expecting that.”

He kissed her temple, keeping the slow pace, but pushing a little deeper. “Alright, darling. I need you to breath through it. If you want my cock tonight you’ve got to come on my fingers first. That’s it. Breathe. Good girl.” She thought to open her eyes. See how much attention she’d drawn, yelling like that. “No, pet. That’s not for you to worry about. I don’t want you thinking anymore tonight. The only thing you need to do is feel.” He gave her a third finger and she whined, teeth scraping his neck. “Good girl. Good.”

“Close. Need—”

“I know. I know, pet. I need you to come like this first. Then you can have my cock, sweet girl.”

She let out another whine, jaw clenched tight to keep from crying out even as she trembled in his arms. She was halfway down his length before she came back to herself, panting between her teeth.

“Such a good little pet,” he crooned. “Now that you’ve been satisfied, darling, I believe we have a few matters of the court to tend to this evening. A shame to mix business and pleasure, but such is life.”

“Rhys.”

It was hardly a whisper. It couldn’t be considered a true protest, but she needed something else in that moment. Not necessarily soft comfort. An anchor of another kind. He snapped to summon a nearby courtier and then his hand was around her throat. Not applying pressure, just a steady weight, guiding her to lean back into his chest, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

She felt like she was there for ages, still as a statue even as she soaked through the fabric of his pants. A good pet, there to warm his cock while he conferred with the members of their court. He let her get away with biting and sucking at his neck, but nothing more than that. By the end of the night she was trembling in his arms, overstimulated from the constant edging through the evening. In the years they’d been mated they never stayed in attendance for so long.

An hour or two at most, making an appearance for their people before winnowing home to celebrate Solstice Eve in their own way. But Rhys had always enjoyed testing her limits. Confessing she wanted to be his plaything, she should have known he’d drag it out until she was a desperate mess. She could have told him to stop. He would have respected it. Took her home and finished what they started in the privacy of their room. But part of her liked it too. Letting go of that control, endless thoughts and worries evaporating simply because she was told not to resist. To channel her focus to feeling alone.

Maybe she was her mate’s plaything tonight, but she was also cherished. “Always, darling. Never forget that.”

“Can we go home?” she whispered. He kissed her brow, lifting her off of him. A moment later her feet were planted on the familiar wood of their bedroom at the Riverhouse. “How long was that?”

“Three hours,” Rhys murmured, setting her crown aside and easing the dress from her shoulders before carrying her to the bed.

“It felt like years.”

“I’m sure,” he responded, not showing any sign of amusement, though Feyre was sure she sounded ridiculous. Vanishing his clothes with his magic, he settled in too, bracing himself over her, hips resting between her legs. “You’ve been so patient for me tonight, sweet girl. Gonna take you nice and slow. You can come when you need to.”

He did his best to ease into her, but it did little to help the sensitivity that had built through the past few hours. Whimpering, she started to push up the bed. Her plan was foiled when Rhys used one hand to catch her leg, rubbing soothing circles to the inside of her knee. “Deep breath.” She obeyed. “Again. Good girl. Again.” He peppered tiny kisses along her cheeks and brow, thumbs sweeping just under her eyes when a tear fell. “Alright?”

“Yes."

“Good.” He was careful, his movements slow and even until she wrapped her legs around his waist, raising her hips with his next thrust. The pressure inside of her was climbing, just starting to overtake that teetering edge she’d been standing on all night. “Don’t try to stop it, darling.”

Squeezing a hand down between them, he flicked her clit, sending her flying over the edge, nails biting into his shoulders in a weak attempt to ground herself. He swore when she clenched around him, shuddering through his own release before reversing their positions so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight.

For a good long while they stayed just like that, time meaningless when the only thing either of them cared to think about was the bond glowing between them. Shields down, connected in every way, they could rest for a while. Rhys was the first to speak, drawing back enough to meet her eyes. “That was… something.”

“A lot,” she murmured in response. “But I liked it.”

He bent to kiss her, stroking her hair back from where it clung to her sweaty face. “I’m going to draw you a bath.”

“Alone?” she pouted.

He chuckled, pecking her lips again. “I’m going to look in on the kids, then I’ll join you. How does that sound?”

Feyre sighed, pure contentment overtaking any other feeling she’d faced that evening. “That sounds perfect.”

~~~~~

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This Is Halloween

Azris, Elucien, Nessian, Gwyn, Emerie, Mor, Feysand & Nyx, Jassa, Amren, Varian etc. type: fluff word count: 2k words warnings: little vulgar wording summary: Halloween special

"I want you to wear this tonight." Eris gently reaches around Azriel's chest from behind, his fingers sliding over the row of buttons, fastening one after the other. 

"It is my costume for the party, obviously I am going to wear this," Azriel chuckles, relishing in his husband's embrace, leaning back against Eris' hard chest. 

"I think you did not understand," Eris drawls and clicks his tongue. "I want you to wear this tonight. After we get home. I want you wear this while I am on the ground, between your thighs, my mouth wrapped around you."

Eris grins, looking into the mirror right into Azriel's eyes, covered by the ghostface mask he is already wearing. A shiver of lust and anticipation courses through Azriel, and he chuckles lowly. 

"And do you also want me to chase you through the house, making you beg to let you live?" 

Azriel grins behind his mask, heat rising into his cheeks. Even after years of marriage, the spark between them, as well as the passion and the lust, are still there, and he couldn't be happier.

"I definitely want that," Eris hums, kissing Azriel's shoulder. "But it won't be my life I will be begging for. It will be your—"

The ringing of the door bell interrupts their sensual conversation.

"Trick or treat!" the little boy, Nyx, hollers. The whole Archeron family is dressed up as Dracula. Rhysand wears a black cape, fake fangs in his mouth, a droplet of blood painted below his lip, and his dark hair slicked-back. Feyre, the queen of midnight she is, donned a long black gown with red accents and a vampire collar. She also has fake fangs in her mouth, and a droplet of blood below her lower lip. And baby Nyx looks adorable. He wears a small cape, mini fangs in his mouth and tiny bat bings are strapped to his back. He wiggles on his feet, holding a big plastic pumpkin in his small hands as he is waiting for his uncles to put sweets in. 

"Uncle Az!" cheers when Azriel finally lifts his mask and chuckles. The tiny boy runs, rather waddles very quickly to his uncle, who immediately coops him up, cuddling him tightly. 

Lifted up, Nyx dangles his little plastic pumpkin in front of Eris's face, beaming brightly, so Eris can fill it up with sweets, which he of course does. Nyx cheers, grins, giggles and thanks his uncles which warmth and makes happy smiles spread over their faces. 

"Your outfits don't quite match, right?" Feyre lets her gaze run over the two males, the corner of her mouth tugging upwards. 

Eris takes a step closer to Azriel and gives his mate's rear a gentle slap, which makes Azriel jump slightly, yet a sly smile creeps up on his face. "We couldn't agree, so no."

Rhys and Feyre laugh at that.

"And so we ended up as Ghostface and Dr. Frankenstein."

"Well, it suits you," Rhys compliments, allowing Nyx to take hold of his hand. Instantly, the little boy tugs eagerly at his father's hand. With a pleading tone, Nyx exclaims, "Let's go," stretching out the word "go". Rhys offers a wave to the two men, already trailing after Nyx, who had sets off towards the next house on the street.

"We won't be joining you at the party. So, have a wonderful evening," Feyre says with a smile on her lips. 

Eris and Azriel's smiles are radiant. "You too."

The two men stay at the door until the family disappears and then they also return inside, adding their last touches to their costumes. 

"What if we also ditch the party?"

Azriel turns his head to the side, amusement playing on his lips. "Your brother is hosting."

"And my brother will forgive me for ditching the party." Eris slings his arms around Azriel from behind and kisses his husband's shoulder. He brings a hand up, to slide the ghostface mask back over Azriel's face and grins. "We will have a good reason for not coming," Eris muses. 

"You wanting me to bang you in this mask?"

Eris gives his eyes a dramatic roll, and steps away, gently tapping his mate's butt. "Alright, we are going to the party."

Azriel wants to remind his husband that it actually had been Eris who had been trying to convince Azriel to go to the halloween party for weeks, who had wanted them to dress up, and who had been on fire to go there together. But Azriel decides to keep his mouth shut, just chuckling lowly, his gaze following Eris until he disappears into the kitchen to collect his wallet or whatever. 

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Merely half an hour later, Eris and Azriel, their hands intertwined, arrive at the Vanserra-Archeron home. It is a beautiful, and lovely forest cottage, perfect for the couple. Nestled deep within the large forest, there is their delicate cottage, its facade now adorned with delightful Halloween decorations. A cobblestone path leads to the cottage's entrance, gently illuminated by flickering candlelight. Jack-o'-lanterns accompany the path, their faces carved perfectly, as they create both an eerie but also inviting atmosphere. Each pumpkin has a different face, some look friendly with big smiles, while others seem spooky with sharp, toothy grins — Elain simply did an amazing job, Eris concludes. As they move closer to the house, halloween music already sounding from the inside, they marvel at he meticulously decorated facade — tattered pieces of frabic in shades of black and white flutter in the breeze, while cobwebs adorn the windows. Hanging bats, their wings outstretched, seem to soar through the night sky above the roof and Eris knows that his poor little brother probably had a heart attack watching his wife put them up there (or vice versa, because those two are protective as hell). 

The party is already in full swing as they enter, immediately being greeted by one of the hosts of the party — Lucien, dressed as the Mad Hatter. Elain is a few steps behind him, greeting some other guests. They create a stunning picture together, looking absolutely fabulous. 

With a broad smile under his bizarre hat, Lucien says, "Eris, you make an amazing Dr. Frankenstein! And you," he adds, gesturing to the his brother-in-law, "that’s truly not a bad costume."

Lucien and Azriel are not the best of friends, but they get along, mostly for Eris' happiness. 

The male dressed as Dr. Frankenstein responds with a chuckle, "Thanks, little brother! You two look absolutely dashing. Thank you for the invite, by the way."

Elain finally also joins her husband at the door, and playfully curtsies and says, "Welcome to Wonderland, Eris, Azriel! It's going to be an amazing night of spookiness and wonder!"

Lucien has to laugh at his breathtaking wife, his arm wrapping around her so he can kiss the top of her head. 

Together, they all make their way into the living room, where they join the others. Elain's sister Nesta and her husband are dressed as Michael Myers and Laurie Strode. They look absolutely fantastic. Cassian hollers and laughs loudly as he hugs his best friend and then claps his hand on Eris' shoulder. "You two," he chuckles. 

Gwyn, beaming brightly next to Nesta, is rocking a Harley Quinn costume. She already had one or two drinks and finds it hilarious that she introduces herself as "Harley Gwyn."

And Emerie who is dressed as the Batwoman has to laugh from the bottom of her heart every single time she hears it. Soon, they are also joined by Mor who shows a dashing Barbie look, grinning brightly, swaying to the music. 

Eris, his hand once again sliding into Azriel's, turns to look around in the room, mareveling at all the decoration adorning the walls, all the work Elain and Lucien put into it. 

Halloween music sounds around them, accompanied by chatter, laughter and people singing along with it. 

The living room looks like a magical, spooky world. The lights are dimmed, and they create long, scary shadows on the walls. Even inside there are jack-o'-lanterns everywhere, and Eris wonders how long it must have taken Elain and Lucien to carve them. Cobwebs hang from the ceilings and corners, and are joined by bats and ghosts. There are fake spiders hanging from strings, or at least Eris hopes they are fake. The large dining table is incredibly, once again Elain has outdone herself. 

There is a great variety of treats from neon gummy worms, candy corn scattered like autumn leaves, and sandwiches shaped like tombstones. A big bowl of witches' brew punch is set in the centre of the table, fake spiders sitting on the edge of it. There are also mummified hot dogs and Eris can only grin at them. Alongside those dishes there are even more ghastly treats like monster eyeballs that also must be some kind of sweets. 

Eris lets his gaze stray, watching Amren lean against the doorframe dresses as Cleopatra, putting all her jewellery on display. She is talking to Tarquin, and his nephew Varian who is Amren's boyfriend. They are dressed like they are straight out of Baywatch. 

And there are Vassa and Jurian – Superman and Wonder Woman. They are happily chatting and also dancing a little, while eating the lovely treats Elain has provided.

"This party is fucking fantastic," Eris expresses. Lucien brings drinks over for all of them which they down after their cheers, happy chatter and laughter following. 

Azriel and Eris inform the others about having met Feyre and Rhysand plus their little baby boy and all once again come to the conclusion that Nyx is just the sweetest little baby boy in the whole entire world.

"You being so terribly calm is even scarier with the mask, Az," Nesta chuckles and nudges Azriel with her elbow. "The longer you stay quiet, the more unsettling it becomes."

The others join in laughing and even Azriel, muffled behind his mask, chortles. As the music gets louder, people start dancing in the middle of the living room and soon are joined by Eris and the others.

Some random zombies join in alongside skeletons and a Joker. He is a friend of Nesta, his name is Balthazar and he soon catches Gwyn's attention, who turns to him with a smile as they start dancing together, freely, wildly, and without a care in the world.

There is only one night in the world where you can be this crazy and free and you have to celebrate it to the fullest. Their dancing only shows how much they love Halloween and having a good time together with friends and family. As the music gets louder, more people start dancing and having fun. Also more alcohol flows, the witches' brew and some stronger liquors. 

Azriel's hand rest on Eris' waist while the man starts to sway, chatting with brother and his sister-in-law. In the meantime, Cassian is talking to Azriel about everything and anything, and Azriel listens and laughs slightly from time to time, simply enjoying his brother's company. They haven't seen each other in a minute, and it just feels good to have him around him again. 

Nesta is dancing with Mor and Emerie, all of them showing off their fabulous costumes and dance moves. When Balthazar and Gwyn also join, them dancing, Gwyn giggles and says, "I lost all sense of who I was, I only had eyes for puddin'." Balthazar is laughing and so are the others. 

As the night progresses, Eris, with quite a bit of alcohol in his blood and trying to be absolutely seductive while dancing, makes finger guns, moving them up and down his body, away from one side to another, dancing, or rather trying to dance, always keeping eye-contact with his husband. Azriel can barely contain it, laughing so hard and loud, his ghostface mask starts to vibrate.

"I can't wait for us to get home," Eris rasps as he moves closer to his husband, a slight slur in his voice, trying to dance with the man who hasn't moved a single bit this evening. Azriel laughs again and grabs his husband's hand. "Soon, baby. Soon." 

Somehow Eris manages to make Azriel dance with him, and soon both of them are moving together, joined by Nesta, Cassian, Mor, Emerie, Gwyn and Balthazar. 

Lucien and Elain are swaying together close to the bar, her hands on his chest, Lucien's hands on the small of her back. "You've truly outdone yourself." He smiles down at her. "The party is absolutely perfect." 

Elain beams and bounces on her toes to kiss his lips. "I am already looking forward to next year."

~~~~~~~~ azris, feysand, nessian, elucien tag lists: @helhjertet @moonlightazriel @aayo-whatt @crushedcloudsx @brekkershadowsinger @girasoli-e-sorrisi @ignite-me @swifti-ed @cassiansbigwingspan @ladyelain@vulpes-fennec @girlinglass999  @autumndreaming7 @a-frog-with-a-laptop @rippahwrites @shadowhunter2003 @my-inner-crisis  @acourtofthought @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @multifictional @sunshinebingo @gracie-rosee @azrielsbabyg @lady-riel@aayo-whatt@ofduskanddreams@banasheefan56 @thelovelymadone

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Fantasy Couples that give Elriel vibes Part 1:

Robin Hood and Marian - Robin Hood: The Prince of Thieves (1991)

Side note: This is part 1 of a series that I plan to continue with each post featuring a different couple all relating to Elriel (I might also do some Feysand and Nessian posts too bc it’s just too tempting) so I want to be clear that these posts will be focused more on the vibes, energy, chemistry etc. of the couples I choose, not necessarily the actual story and arc of the movie. That being said though, there are going to be couples (I have a list), that I feel mirror or relate more to Elriel in terms of story and relationship progression than others, and I may include that in my posts going forward.

Starting off with Marian and Robin, I think it’s pretty obvious why I chose them. Oh and please take note that I am being specific about which Marian and Robin I am choosing (although I may love them, I am not talking about the foxes and Russel Crowe does not live here). If you have not scene this particular movie iteration then please find it and enjoy and all I’ll say is that Alan Rickman is the actual star of the show and has beef with Christmas.

Back to Marian and Robin, This scene alone SCREAMS the Elriel rescue scene with Marian and Elain both quoting the timeless perfection: “You came for me.”

Other than that this couple is your staple fantasy duo (sh*t does Robin Hood even count as fantasy??) complete with all the goodness and HEA that comes with it. Marian and Robin don’t really parallel Elriel in much else but I will reaffirm that this one scene was enough for a post because of its pure devotion, willing to die for you, damsel -in-distress vibes (that everyone loves to hate but I think if done right, is so f*cking romantic).

I also do believe in my heart of hearts that Azriel would die for Elain. He may not have said it outright (yet) like Robin here, but by God I believe he was thinking it.

Love this film, love this couple and I squealed gleefully during my rewatch of this movie and this scene because it reminded me so much of Elain and Azriel.

Final side note: these are my own personal thoughts and feelings (I of course don’t own any characters or stories mentioned) so if anyone agrees or disagrees it is all totally valid and I welcome and cherish intelligible comments and opinions. My only plea is for no hate.

[popjunkie42]

😭 and 💔 for the Feysand Ask game

Ps. Love love love those thoughts about Feysand’s wedding scene. I so agree with everything you said and I want to see/read this so bad 🥹

All the heartbreak!!!!

Feysand scene that made me cry - I agree with LB, Rhys in Chapter 54 talking about watching Feyre die and losing her…I can’t handle it!

Okay #2 is when Feyre gives Rhys the portrait of her in the mirror in ACOFAS and he realizes what it is and 😭😭😭

Feysand heartbreak - everything at the end of ACOMAF - Rhys freaking out in front of everyone when Feyre asks to break the bond? Him playing along with her plan even though he is DYING inside? Again - all the ACOTAR throne room flashbacks all over again…Now I am a mess 😅

[deathsweetblossoms]

Why I Love Jurdan

Someone left these tags on one of my meta posts and I am nonstop laughing because this reading experience was similar to mine when reading TCP. I “didn’t like” the book at first, and yet it obsessively took up my thoughts. In The Cruel Prince, both Jude and Cardan were difficult and prickly, and they mirrored aspects of myself that I didn’t particularly like. I remember feeling that, despite the fact that I allegedly “didn’t like” TCP, I couldn’t put it down. I went back to the bookstore, excited but also begrudgingly, to buy TWK, and then QON, and then HTKOELTHS. (I had also just come out of reading ACOTAR for the first time, hopelessly so in love with Feysand, that I had read ACOMAF consecutively six times. So, I believe I was wanting some intense, tender love story in the way of Feysand, but was missing the point of Jurdan.)

And yet, something about TCP kept niggling at me, in the back of my mind. Before I knew it, I was thinking about Jurdan every day, and I even read some fanfic, before giving in and rereading series. Once I did, it was like clouds parting to reveal sunlight — I was CONSUMED by the world, the characters, the quotes, the stories.

It’s so similar to how Jude and Cardan went from “wow I HATE them” to “omg love of my LIFE”, and it just always goes back to why I love storytelling so much. I learned something from these books and, through these characters, I felt what they went through. Moreso than that, I saw myself reflected there.

At the root of everything, the reason I loved Jurdan (and Feysand) so much was because it allowed me to experience a love growing between characters who weren’t perfect, who didn’t have everything figured out, who found themselves changed (possibly for the worst) by their pasts. And yet, despite being at their worsts, their romantic counterparts still loved them. For me, the thing I didn’t realize at the time, was that Jurdan was teaching me you are still worthy of love regardless of what you’ve been through, of what it made you into, of what you lost along the way. It taught me that even if I feel unrecognizable to myself after experiencing some bad things, I still belong somewhere.

ANYWAYS. *DUCKS HEAD AND PUTS ON SUNGLASSES TO HIDE MY TEARS* this is why I love Jurdan and TFOTA thanks so much for coming to my Ted talk.

[stargirlfeyre]

opinions on the next book being about nesta (again) and reviving the dusk court to become valkyrie HQ? just to be clear, the theories are that it's an azriel/nesta centric book, but azriel/gwyn are the narrators bc it's still gonna be a gwynriel book, apparently

Let me take my Nesta hater cap off for a second.

Her getting another book does not make sense and is high unlikely. Short answer: there’s not enough plot left to give each sister more than one book and given how Acosf left off, it’s clear that that won’t happen.

Long answer: If Nesta was getting more books then Sjm wouldn’t have shoved her healing all into one. Acosf wouldn’t have been rushed as much as it was and the end wouldn’t have been as “finite”. A lot of things that happen in her book would have been done later (like her getting into bed with Cassian which happened way too soon in my opinion but that’s another conversation).

Think of how Feyre’s books ended during her trilogy. Acotar ended after she had just been killed, turned Fae, and was entering arguably the lowest point of her life. Acomaf ended…a damn mess to say the least. And finally Acowar’s ending is very similar to Acosf’s. Feyre’s not fully healed but on the right road to it and ended up with Rhysand (and acofas is kind of a continuation of that). Feyre’s last book directly mirrors the ending of Nesta’s first and last book (Acosf).

If Sjm was planning to write more Nesta centric books then she would have left Acosf’s ending more open like she did with Feyre’s books. Yet she didn’t.

Now I can maybe see her giving Nessian a novella like she did Feysand but I don’t think she likes them enough to.

Also in reference to the Dusk Court…it already belongs to Rhys. It’s his territory and it’s even stated that even if it’s an 8th Court, it still falls under his jurisdiction. He’s literally blood bound to it. The only way the Dusk Court is going to became a Valkyrie headquarters is if Rhys gives them permission for it seeing as his blood is the only thing that can open the gates. Again it all comes back to him. If that Court is revived it’s going to remain his as it’s always been.

And lastly why would Sjm write a Gwynriel book but have Nesta as the female center and not…Gwyn? Are some Gwynriels really pushing for that to happen? Wow.

[leiawritesstories]

Since you included Feysand's son in the Lysaedion off to college fic could you write one from Feyre & Rhysand POV sending their kid off to college? Thanks

ooh my feysand is a little rusty but I can try! thanks for the prompt 😊

word count: 914

warnings: language, emotions

enjoy!

companion to THIS ONESHOT

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"Do we have--"

"Yeah, Mom, we've got everything," Nyx interrupted, breaking through Feyre's question before she could finish asking. "You've asked me five times in the last two minutes, and the answer is still yes."

"Son," Rhys sighed, running his fingers through his hair, "please, for the love of all things holy, be polite to your mother."

"Sorry," Nyx mumbled, not really sounding very apologetic.

"My--"

"Rhysand." Feyre cut her husband off before he could say something he might regret. "It's late, we're all tired, and we have a flight at five-fifteen tomorrow morning. Let's not do this."

"All right, darling." He leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "See you in bed."

"Fuckin' gods," Nyx grumbled when his father was out of earshot. "You two are hornier than I am."

Feyre snickered. "Mijo, you're a teenage boy, I assure you that statement is a lie." She winked. "Your dad just never grew out of the horny teenager phase."

"Urgh!" Nyx groaned. "Mom, no!"

"Love you too, my boy," she laughed. "Good night, please do us all a favor and go to sleep instead of getting on your phone."

"Night, Mom," her son replied, unexpectedly giving her a hug.

~

They arrived at the airport at four o'clock the next morning, parked, and joined the trickle of early-morning travelers inside the terminal. Given the unholy hour, the lines moved quickly, and they were able to check their bags and get through security in about half an hour altogether. They stopped at a coffee shop for some much-needed caffeine and found their gate, Feyre leaning into Rhys's shoulder and closing her eyes as they waited for the bearding call.

A couple of hours later, they landed in Rifthold, the flight smooth except for one brief patch of turbulence. They headed down to baggage claim to pick up the large suitcases and then crossed the street to get the rental car, all of them sighing in relief when they'd loaded up the car and it finally sank in that this was it.

They were moving Nyx into college.

"Remind me why in hell we decided to fly out on move-in day?" Rhys grumbled as they made their way to Costco to pick up an order.

"Remind me again who planned it that way?" Feyre crooned, winking at her husband. "That's right, not me."

"Godsdammit," Rhys mumbled.

"Checkmate," Nyx snickered from the backseat.

"Quiet, young one," Rhys laughed.

Nyx smirked, almost exactly mirroring the way his father looked when he was up to no good. "All right, all right, I won't. But can we get food?"

"Such a boy," Feyre sighed, winking at him. "Of course."

~

Several hours and potentially a few minor disagreements later, they pulled into the parking lot of Nyx's dorm, having followed the signs all the way to the building.

"Thank god for move-in week signs," Feyre huffed. "This place is a maze!"

"Please tell us you're not on the seventh floor," Rhys begged, his gaze catching the line of freshmen and families spilling out the front doors.

"Nope!" Nyx smirked. "Fourth."

"Not that bad," Feyre offered, trying to be optimistic.

"Tell that to dad," her son snickered. "Gonna need to take the elevator, old man?"

"Fuck off," Rhys snorted, reaching back to toss an affectionate punch at his son.

"And this is where you stop before either of you gets hurt," Feyre interrupted, breaking her husband and son apart. "Such males."

Rhys whispered something into Feyre's ear that Nyx chose not to hear.

"Gods above!" he groaned, jumping out of the car. "C'mon, I think we can get all this shit in two or three trips."

"Says the child," his mother scoffed. "We'll see about that, son."

And she was right.

They took the suitcases up first, each of them grabbing a big suitcase and carrying a few other things, and waited in the elevator line for ten or so minutes.

"Honestly, that wasn't as bad as I thought," Rhys mused as they got in with another family, pressing the button for the fourth floor. "The way the line was, I thought it'd be a longer wait."

"You do realize there are two elevators," Nyx deadpanned. "I know you're gettin' there, Dad, but you did see that there are two, yeah?"

"Shut it," his father huffed, nudging the boy in the shoulder with the bag in his hand.

The elevator arrived with a ping and everyone piled out, pulling suitcases behind them. "Where's your room?" Feyre asked.

Nyx flashed her a slightly wicked smirk. "420."

Rhys snorted, nearly dropping the bags in his hands. "The hell it is."

Grinning like a fiend, Nyx pulled out his phone and showed his parents the reminder text. "I'm not shitting you."

"Gods, that's--fuck!" Rhys yelped, scrambling to catch the bags before they spilled and shuddering under the awkward weight.

"Go on ahead," Feyre chuckled, nodding to Nyx. "I'll help the old man resettle his bags." Nyx headed off down the hall and she turned to her husband, shaking her head. "All right, I'll get that..."

"Fuck just go ahead and say it," Rhys sighed, his eyes twinkling at her.

She beamed. "I told you so!"

Shortly later, they pushed through the door to Room 420, finding...

Emerson Ashryver, one of Nyx's oldest friends, had his arm flung around Nyx's shoulders, the two young men talking animatedly.

And Feyre smiled softly to herself, knowing her son would be well set for the year.

~~~

I don't know if anyone wants to be tagged for the spattering of ACOTAR fics I may or may not write, let me know if you do!

[danikamariewrites]

would you write something with feyre like a date?

Anniversary

Feyre x reader

A/n: thank you for the request anon! I’d like to write more Feyre or Feysand so if anyone has any requests plz feel free to send them in. This is just a lil drabble, I hope you like it

Warnings: none

Sitting at your vanity, putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup, there’s a knock on your door. Feyre enters, clad in a beautiful deep blue gown with simple diamond and silver jewelry.

You smile at her in the mirror. Feyre stands behind you, resting her hands on your shoulders. “You look stunning y/n. Are you ready?” Putting on your earrings you nod, “Yup. Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

Standing, you hold Feyre’s hand. “Nope.” She giggles. Jokingly rolling your eyes Feyre leads you out the door for your surprise anniversary date.

After walking along the Sidra you stop at the restaurant you had your first date at. Looking in, you saw that it was empty. Feyre wordlessly leads you through the open double doors.

The hostess shows you to your table decorated with candles and your favorite flowers. Feyre pulls out your chair for you and pushes you in before taking her own seat. Resting your chin on your palm you take in the view of your stunning girlfriend.

She’s such a beautiful, kind, caring person. You’d give her all the stars in the sky if she asked. Feyre catches you staring and gives you loving look back.

“What’s on your mind dearest?” Feyre asks sweetly. “You. Just how loving and wonderful you are.”

She reaches out for you, squeezing your hands in hers. “I love you y/n. Everyday. You deserve all the love I give you.” You wipe at your teary eyes. Feyre pulls a box from one of those secret pockets in the world she can control.

She places it on the table sliding the box to you. “Happy anniversary, dearest.”

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane