#pro feyrhys

[highbabyofthenightcourt]

The double standards in this fandom kill me.

Tamlin can lock Feyre in a house, emotionally manipulate her, and subject her to literal domestic abuse, Lucien can sit there and tell Feyre to not even bother trying to escape her abuser, and then try to drag her back to him against her will. They can take Elain and Nesta to Hybern without knowing—or caring—if they’d survive. Yet some of y’all will still call them “misunderstood.”

But, after unimaginable trauma, Feyre says one slightly insensitive thing? Or Elain doesn’t immediately pick up a sword and chooses kindness over confrontation? Suddenly, they’re selfish and useless. Every action, every word, is dissected, criticized, and deemed unforgivable. The same grace that is extended to literal antagonists is nowhere to be found for the women who fought, bled, and sacrificed to save their world.

It’s giving internalized misogyny. The female characters people do support tend to only earn that support by rejecting traditionally “feminine” traits. Being cold, combative, arrogant etc. Even the feminist male characters are starting to get hated on. They’re scrutinized for every little thing that isn’t considered “feminist enough,” while the actual bad guys get a pass.

Hold everyone accountable, sure—but maybe examine why the bar for forgiveness is on the floor for some while others are expected to jump through flaming hoops.

Food for thought.

[feyresdaughter]

A Court of Wings and Ruin, chapter 37:

We go into Rhys's head during the summer court attack, lesgo

“Such a remarkable girl— your mate,” the king mused.

I hate the King of Hybern but even he knows how special Feyre is

“I’m a lucky male to have her as my mate.” The king smiled again. “For the little time you have remaining.” I could have sworn Rhys blocked out the words.

Please shut up, KoH, PLEASE

"And when you have given everything and you are dead, Rhysand, when your mate is mourning over your corpse, I am going to take her.”

Not the King of Hybern predicting the future

Except for his part bc he's dead

“She defeated Amarantha and the Attor,” Rhys countered. “I doubt you’ll be much of an effort, either.”

HELL YES

Rhys allowed the Hybern soldiers aboard the ship, aboard the ones around him, the honor of at least lifting their blades. Then he turned them all into nothing but red mist and splinters floating on the waves.

YES RHYSIE, MIST THEM INTO NOTHING! THAT'S MY BOY!

[nightcourtshighlady]

The Night Court

[feyresdaughter]

A Court of Wings and Ruin, chapter 39:

So I kept fetching bowls of fresh water, kept hauling away the bloodied ones. Helped pin down screaming soldiers until my teeth clacked against each other with the force of their thrashing. I sat down only when my legs could no longer keep me upright, upon an overturned bucket outside the healers’ tent. Just a few minutes— I’d sit for just a few minutes. I awoke inside another tent, laid upon a pile of furs, the faelight dim and soft.

Feyre working her ass off for the injured and wounded, I love her

“I’m not the one who fell face-first off a bucket into the mud.”

She was so exhausted 😭

And it was precisely because of it that I said, “I love you.” His head lifted, eyes churning. “There was a time when I dreamed of hearing that,” he murmured. “When I never thought I’d hear it from you.” He gestured to the tent— to Adriata beyond it. “Our trip here was the first time I let myself … hope.” To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.

"We go as ourselves. As a family.”

FAMILY. Just a few months prior, Feyre didn't even dare dream about having a family

“It’s fine,” he said before I could speak. “A lucky shot.” - “With what?” Again, that half smile. “A spear?”

He's such a little shit 😭 A SPEAR

“There’s little privacy in a war-camp,” he warned, some of the light coming back to his eyes. “Then I suppose you’ll have to be quiet,” I felt his shield settle around our tent as I unbuttoned his pants. As I kissed my way across the muscled pane of his stomach. His growls of pleasure filled the tent, drowning out the distant cries of the injured and dying. [....] and hoped that this shard of life we offered up, this undimming light between us, would drive death a bit further away. At least for another day.

I don't know what y'alls problem is with this scene. He put a SHIELD around the the tent so no one could hear them. LET THEM FUCK, THEY WERE SEPERATED FOR OVER SIX WEEKS

[nightcourtshighlady]

Feyre x Rhysand