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shallyne · 1 year

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SJM Romanceweek Day Three

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Feyquin, wooooooo! I think even though it's a crackship it's probably the least cracky and most fluffy ones. For @sjmromanceweek edited by @midnightgoldstone

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Feyre and Tarquin are just cuddling in bed and talk. That's all. It's super cute. They are cute.

A mild breeze was stroking Feyre’s face. She could feel the first sun rays of the day on her skin and hear the soft rustling of the pale blue gossamer curtains from the open windows. Birds were chirping outside among the soft crashing of the waves that Feyre learned to love. Feyre let out a sigh of content. As she took a deep breath, the scent of the ocean right beside her filled her nostrils. It was followed by the soft touch of fingers, stroking over her cheek and stroking her hair back. Slowly, she opened her eyes to meet the turquoise eyes of her husband. A smile was spreading on both their faces and Feyre threw her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Good morning," she murmured.

Tarquin put his arm around her waist and pulled Feyre closer. His hand was rubbing over her bare back and she could feel him still smiling as he echoed, "Good morning," and pressed a few kisses on her shoulder. Feyre pulled back enough to look at his face. "You were staring again, didn't you?"

"I didn't want to wake you," Tarquin replied.

"I don't mind," Feyre said as Tarquin threaded their fingers together. He looked at the diamond ring on Feyre's finger for a moment, then his mouth quirked up and he said, "I beg to differ."

She rolled her eyes, "I bit you one time." Tarquin still smirked which made Feyre giggle. "Stop," she said, planting her hand on his face. Tarquin laughed and pushed her hand away, pressing a quick kiss on her palm before he did so.

"What?" Feyre asked when guilt crept into his eyes. He sighed, "I need to get back to Adriata today, for a meeting. Only for an hour."

Feyre turned, straddling Tarquin and pinning him back into the mattress. "Don't," she whispered, pressing kisses on his mouthy the corner of his mouth and along his jaw. "It's our honeymoon!"

"I know and I'm so sorry!" Tarquin said, sitting up easily. Feyre moved back a bit but Tarquin put his hand on the small of her back, keeping her close. "It's just some minor trouble, it should be over quickly."

"If it's minor trouble can't Varian deal with it? Or Cresseida? Can't it wait a few days?" Feyre asked. She traced her finger down from his chest to his stomach. Tarquin shuddered a bit and answered. "It has to be dealt with now to stay minor."

Feyre frowned and played with a strand of his white hair, curling it around her finger. "When?" she asked as he kissed her shoulder. Tarquin sighed and looked to his right, at the clock. "Now."

"Now?" Feyre complained. Tarquin nodded, his frown mirroring her own. Feyre contemplated arguing but she knew it wouldn’t help much, so she slid from Tarquin’s lap and sat on her own half of the bed. She watched as her husband stood up and leaned down to her, pressing one kiss, two kisses, three kisses on her mouth before he was able to part with her.

Halfway on his way to the bathroom, Feyre was brave enough to ask, "Can I come with you?" She hadn't dared asking Tarquin this question when he had to leave, still scarred from the memories when Tamlin had locked her in. It was Tarquin offering to her, or Feyre staying behind.

Tarquin didn't even seem to think about it when he turned around. He stretched his arm out for Feyre to take his hand, looking genuinely happy that she asked. Feyre yelped happily, grabbing his hand.

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starfall-spirit · 11 months

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How much plot has to come before the porn (high lords/lady foursome)

Also, how stupid a title is Dirty Diplomacy? I'm keeping it either way, but...

#acotar #feysand #feyquin #feylion #give feyre all the thirsty males #fanfiction #oneshot

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vorpalmuchness · 1 year

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ngl I love Tarquin and Feyre more than I thought I would

#the way his court makes her hum and how happy she was to be around him #and their dynamic!!!#I'M THINKING IT WOULD BE VERY EASY TO LOVE YOU AND EASIER TO CALL YOU MY FRIEND #feyquin #they make me scream #the potential #emma liveblogs acotar #listening to acomaf audio book but am on frost and starlight #AND HE FELT THE SAME WAY

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foxcort · 3 months

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listen its not that tamlin locking feyre in a manor is ‘not a big deal’. its that sjm parallels tamlin and rhysand way too much for rhysand to be a viable, healthy option for feyre.

rhys put a whole city under a lockdown so severe people forgot about its existence (and from what the wiki says, the city was kept hidden for centuries even before, for the safety of its citizens) but tamlin locking feyre in a manor, so she wouldn’t follow him into an unsafe situation was crossing a line?

#finally resuming my reread of acomaf and thinking about feyquin-done-right aus in my head to get through it #at the risk of getting ‘too deep’ about the faerie smu t books its stupid to assume everyone would be on board with being locked in #velaris for 50 years #you’re telling me no one had doubts the half-fae HL could keep them protected? (ps. this is where you bring in doubts about his #illyrian bloodline sarah)#especially when the illyrians started joining amarantha’s side (bc they were following their HL’s example)#you’re telling me mor cassian and azriel were okay with rhysand suffering amarantha alone? (this is where you could’ve shown the strong #bond/ties within the IC sarah especially if azriel and his shadow powers and his spying came into play sarah)#this is why its taking me so long to finish reading acomaf i read one chapter and can’t resist writing a long rant about it #anti acomaf #anti feysand #anti sjm

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lorcandidlucienwill · 6 months

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I know I mainly defend Lucien, Eris, and Nesta on this account and analyze Tamlin fairly, but I just have to say: Tarquin deserved better. He's such a good boy. He shouldn't have retracted those blood gems. Also, Feyre should've run away with him in that brief scene we got at the Summer Court in ACOMAF.

#one day #i shall write the fanfic for this #feyre x tarquin #what's their ship name #feyquin?#tarquin #tarquin deserves better #pro tarquin #feyre archeron #pro feyre archeron #anti inner circle #anti ic

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zachberrie · 2 years

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I was feeling low and to cope I drew one of my most innocent, lovey-dovey, characters being a Yandere :)

This is my character Minki Valentine! Xe is a Feyquine Centaur Wild Magic Sorcerer and I love xem a lot but I miss playing xem so its Yandere AU time babes! I may draw more of this bc I am considering drawing more- such as a redone ref- but we’ll see! All I know is in this AU instead of having 5 levels in WM Sorcerer, xe has 2 in that and 3 in Alchemist Artificer for potion reasons :) Lyrics from Love Taste by Moe Shop

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #sorcerer #wild magic sorcerer #alchemist artificer #artificer #centaur #feyquine centaur #minki valentine #[makes yandere au for characters] i just think theyre neat #berrieartsy #angoshan dlc [dnd]

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bookishfeylin · 8 months

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Do you like any other ships like Feyquin or Feycien or are you a diehard Feylin

I used to envision Feyquin in an AU where Feyre doesn’t. you know. STEAL from Tarquin and brainwash him and do blackface buttttttt I’ve frankly faced so much harassment for loving Feylin that it’s made me even more set in my love for the ship and now I’m at the point where I don’t like the idea of any other Feyre ship lol

#I support y’all though! Anything is better than feysand #Feylin #feyre x tamlin #tamlin x Feyre #Feyre archeron #tamlin #acotar #anon #ask

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goddessofwisdom18 · 17 days

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Poly ACOTAR week, Day 7: Free day! Featuring Feyre's males ;)

She was engaged to Tamlin... is called to Tarquin... stays with Lucien no matter what... and is mates with Rhysand. And they all hate each other a little bit. Really intriguing material right there.

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thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid · 2 months

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A rough sketchy sketch of feyquin

Everyone appreciate @feyres-divorce-lawyer for the thought of this

#digital art #my art #art #rowan’s art #acotar #feyre archeron #feyre acotar #feyre x tarquin #feyquin #tarquin #tarquin acotar #pro tarquin #wip #let my girl wear her pants damnit #also can’t really tell but both of their shirts are supposed to be like slutty pirate shirts

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ae-neon · 1 year

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what are the ships you are going to write in your rewrite, and what is your opinion on them?

Hey anon

The ships voted for (and therefore most likely) are Feyre x Tarquin, Elain x Tamlin and Nesta x Eris

I say most likely but I've been honest all along the way that if they are too difficult to write or don't go with the story as it develops I will change them

Personal feelings?

Feyquin - I don't like it cause canon Feyre is such a white feminist is the worst way when she meets him. Imo it's also one of the most glaring examples of Rhys manipulating Feyre and maybe SJM's worst attempt at politics.

But since the book of breathings plot happens in Autumn in the rewrite, most of these problems don't exist.

At their cores Feyre and Tarquin should get along especially if Feyre continues her path of learning empathy and being the liberator. Tarquin is young, and hot, and fun and kind. So he's just perfect as a love interest.

Tamlain - maybe the most difficult for me because I find Elain very difficult to write in general. Also with Tamlin I prefer Feylin and Neslin where their butting heads forces them to interact because it provokes Tamlin's emotional nature. Elain isn't someone who provokes.

I understand the aesthetic appeal but again I personally prefer Feylin or Neslin for that.

I think post Cauldron Elain might have the best chance at chemistry with Tamlin in my mind

Neris - I've done edits and a story-like headcanon for them before and even enjoyed some fanfic but I have no emotions towards this ship? I prefer Lucien x Nesta.

Also just looking at the dynamics, I've made posts arguing that Feyre x Eris is the actually good version of Fey/sand. I don't have any emotions towards this ship but just looking at everything sjm tried to achieve with canon, it would have worked better or at least made more sense given Eris' circumstances.

For this obvious reason it has been (strongly) suggested to me that I ship Nesta x Eris instead of Rhysand x Nesta but again, when you take emotions out of it - character wise, ability wise etc the second pair just make more sense to me so I prefer them.

#anon asks #acotar : the rewrite

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shallyne · 10 months

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SJM Crackshipmonth: Arranged Marriage

The Prince's Bride

Today's prompt is dedicated to Feyre x Tarquin! For @sjmcrackshipmonth

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The King wants to destroy the woods and with that the home of countless faeries, like Feyre. The prince Tarquin made a deal with a witch to unthrone the King but under rone ckndition: he Hase to take a bride before sundown.

"Twins are coming, looking for the girl in white."

Feyre looked at her sister as they all perched on a rack at the lake. Feyre let her legs dangle from the rock, Elain sat cross-legged at the edge and stared at the water's surface and sat straight-backed against the trunk of the tree.

"Are you sure she's a seer? Maybe she's recounting one of her fairytales." Feyre asked Nesta, who huffed annoyed in answer.

"I advise you not to tell mother." she told Feyre, "Stop complaining, you know it takes longer for seers to come in power and control their visions than other fairies."

Feyre looked at the bright blue sky, smiling at the cloud that looked like a butt. "I'm not complaining, I just think it's weird. Did you know that she stood at my bed last night and told me something about saving the fairies? That doesn't make sense, we don't need saving."

Nesta stayed quiet. Which wasn't weird if you didn't know Nesta like Feyre did. Usually, Nesta answered in grunts, and huffs and eyerolls and scoffs but now she just stayed silent, looking at the horizon.

"You're weird, too." Feyre told her, splashing some water with her foot.

Uncharacteristically for Nesta, she sighed. "I need to tell you something, but you can't tell anyone, okay?"

"Do I look like I have friends I could share anything with?" Feyre asked Nesta, who just stared. Feyre rolled her eyes, "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"The mortals are planning to destroy our forest." Nesta said quietly, "Father is in back to back meetings, discussing with other governors from different fairy towns in this forest and they are planning where to move."

Feyre gaped at Nesta. "You're lying!" she exclaimed and jumped up.

Her sister stiffened at Feyre's tone, her nostrils flaring, "I'm not! Why would I lie about this?"

"It can't be true!" Feyre balled her fists.

Nesta shook her head, "It is. Now sit back down, you can't change anything."

"They're coming." Elain said again, still staring at the lake.

"No they are not!" Feyre seethed, stomping down the path to their village. She could hear Nesta calling behind her but she didn't care. Feyre hurried through the bushes, thorns scratching her bare legs, ripping the hem of her blue dress.

She hoped it was a lie, an unfunny prank of her sister, that the house was empty when she stormed inside. It wasn't. Indeed, the governors were gathered around a table, in the midst of this was her father. "No! You can't do this!"

Her father's eyes widened at her intrusion. "Feyre," he put the paper down he was just reading. "How do you–" he shook his head, "Nevermind. There is no other way, they will destroy our home. We have to flee."

She shook her head in disbelief. "There has to be another way. Do you just want to sit by and watch?"

"They will kill us if we stay, if we put up a fight." another male from the round threw in, earning approving sounds.

"Do you have a better idea, girl?" another asked, warning laughs. They didn't take this seriously at all. This was their home and they just let it go. They had built their whole lives around this place. Feyre opened her mouth, to say what, she didn't know, but she didn't have to as her ears picked up the clattering of hooves. She turned around, standing at the side of the road. More people who picked up the sound came out of their houses and stopped their work to look at the commotion. Pretty much everyone was gathered by the time a carriage entered the streets of the village, stopping at the well beside the town hall where Feyre stood. She stepped closer when the door opened and two dark-skinned mortals stepped out, a man and a woman. Their white hair shimmered in the noon sun.

"Who is your leader?" asked the woman, the villagers looked all in Feyre's direction because behind her, her father stood. They stepped forward and handed her father a scroll. Sceptically, he took it from her and read it. "The prince sent you?" They both dipped their chins in confirmation. Her father huffed. "I will not send one of my people to marry into this family." he told them, giving back the scroll. "We are not interested?"

"Marry?" Feyre asked, but he ignored her.

"I would think about it. I heard that the current king is planning to destroy these woods. What a pity." she shrugged. "But if you are so sure."

"Why does the prince look for a wife?" Feyre asked.

It wasn't the woman who answered this time, but the man. "If he is to wed before sundown, he will become King. He is forbidden to take the throne without a wife at his side."

"Why does he look to take a fairy as a bride? I'm sure there are mortals who would sell their soul to become his bride."

"So many questions." the woman said. "For some reason prince Tarquin is concerned about the…inhabitants of these woods. It's not my job to ask questions, Lady, it's my job to bring this message forward. So either someone agrees to this arrangement or we will be on our way."

Feyre's gaze wandered to her father, who was wary of mortals. Of course he was, the current King would destroy their home and kill anyone who refuses to leave. But this was an opportunity to save them all. So Feyre stepped forward, straight back, as she often saw Nesta stand, and announced, "I will do it. I will become the prince's bride!"

Nesta caught her eye, as she had her arms wrapped around Elain and she stared at Feyre, wide-eyed. Feyre smiled at her, a wordless promise that she would be fine. The man and woman smiled satisfied.

"Come here, then," the man said, holding the door open for Feyre as the woman stepped to her father. She smiled at Nesta and Elain again, then entered the carriage, the eyes of every Villager on her. A few minutes later the woman took the place opposite from her, the man joining them last beside the woman, knocking on the ceiling, then the carriage started moving. She didn't look out the window, scared that seeing her sisters faces would change her mind.

The man took the scroll from the woman, stuffing it into the pocket of their jacket. "What are your names?"

"I'm Varian," the man smiled, "This is my sister, Cresseida."

The woman only nodded once, looking out the window.

"I'm Feyre." She introduced herself. "SO you are the siblings of prince Tarquin?"

"Cousins." Varian replied. Feyre took a look at him and decided she liked the male. He seemed nice, although he also gave the impression that he could be very serious if needed.

"Excuse my many questions," Feyre threw a look at Cresseida, "But why can the prince only we'd until sundown?"

Varian looked at his sister but she didn't deem to answer although she had turned her gaze towards Feyre. So Varian replied, "He made a deal with a witch, allowing him to take the throne under the condition that he would find a bride that very same day and marry her before the sun sets. He would have married a princess or a commoner if we hadn't found you but he was adamant that we, at least, tried to find a fairy. He wants peace between the peoples, that's what your leader had to sign before we could leave." he patted the inside pocket with the scroll. "It's noble of you to take this responsibility to save your folk." Cresseida huffed, Varian threw her a sidewards glance but continued. "The current King is a tyrant. Just know, Feyre, that you saved more than your own peoples life with your decision today."

Feyre turned her voice down, as if anyone outside the carriage could hear, "Is the King the reason the witches went into hiding years ago?"

"Yes." Cresseida said, her voice rawer than Feyre got to know it. Feyre nodded, it was hard to figure out the woman in front of her. She knew that Cresseida was wearing a mask, acting as if she was uncaring. Feyre looked through that the second she spoke but she didn't know what was hiding behind this mask, although she was sure she just glimpsed something.

They were mostly silent on their way back. It was afternoon when they reached the castle ground, practically running down the halls of the castle to get Feyre ready for the incoming ceremony.

Water was already gurgling in the adjacent bathing chamber. Maids ushered Feyre in the tub, scrubbing her clean and then ushering her out again. Weirdly, Feyre wasn't scared or annoyed. The maids weren't rude, just in a hurry. They asked her how she felt and Feyre told them she was fine, and she was. Admittedly, she was a little excited about this. Was that weird? She didn't know but she didn't have any time to think about it as the maids combed through her hair, and others put blush on her cheeks and painted Feyres lips a soft pink.

"Which one?" asked a dark haired maid, holding up two tiaras. Feyre's eyes wandered to an old looking wood box, where she could glimpse a flower crown.

"That!" She pointed to it.

The maid looked unsure, opening her mouth but Cresseidas voice sounded from the door. "The prince ordered to grant the lady every wish, let her wear the flower crown."

The maid nodded and retrieved the flower crown, setting it on Feyre's head. She smiled gratefully at Cresseida, who didn't return it. But her eyes didn't look so cold anymore. "I am to walk you down the aisle, lady."

"Please call me Feyre," she told her as another maid was taking measure of Feyre's ringfinger. Then they led Feyre in front of a mirror. She gasped. They put her into a white, flowy dress with tulip sleeves. Her skirt was glittering where the sun shone it and the bodice had a corsage. Feyre looked beautiful, as if someone had taken the dress directly out of her daydreams.

"Are you ready?" Cresseida asked, "It's time."

Feyre smiled brightly, "I'm ready!" she said, linking her arm with Cresseidas, ignoring the surprise lighting her eyes. Why would she be surprised? Feyre shook the thought as they descended the stairs, walking through a few corridors. Some servants who saw them stopped and bowed for Cresseida, until they reached the huge double doors. They waited there, silently. Until Feyre could hear the organ starting to play inside. Then the doors opened, and they started walking. The chapel was packed with people who tried to get a glance of Feyre, but her eyes were fixed forward to the end of the aisle where prince Tarquin stood. He was beautiful, more handsome than Feyre had expected. She stumbled over her own two feet but Cresseida helped her to stay steady. "Sorry." she mumbled, embarrassed.

"It's fine, just keep walking." She calmed her down.

Tarquin smiles turned brighter than the setting sun behind the mosaic windows, Feyre echoed it. When they reached the end of the smile, Tarquin took Feyre's hand and thanked Cresseida. They stood opposite of each other, clasping their hands as the officiant spoke.

"So, you must be my husband, your highness." Feyre whispered, feeling her face heaten.

"Call me Tarquin, please." he whispered back, "You'll be my wife, after all."

When it was time for the Vows, Tarquin took a deep breath before he repeated, "In the name of the Goddess, I, Tarquin, take you, Feyre, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow."

Feyre's face already hurt from smiling when it was her turn to speak the vow, "In the name of the Goddess, I, Feyre, take you, Tarquin, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow."

Then Varian stepped forward, holding a velvet pillow with their rings. They both took each other's ring and as Tarquin slid the Ring on Feyre's finger, she saw his hands trembling, "I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. All that I am I give to you, all that I have I share with you. I promise to be faithful and loyal, to respect and cherish you, throughout our lives together." he spoke.

Feyre slid the ring on his finger, clutching his trembling hands between her own as she spoke the same words.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." the officiant announced. They both smiled as Feyre stepped forward, one of Tarquins arms slid around her waist, his other hand cupping her cheek as he kissed her. And as their lips met, something shifted in the air, and Feyre was acutely aware that this is where she was always meant to be. She didn't know if it was one of her daydreams or if it was fate bringing her here but as her arm slid behind Tarquins neck and she melted into him, she knew this was her place.

When they parted, silver swirls were visible on Tarquins forearm. Feyre could feel the power radiating from it, a bargain tattoo. The same that now glittered on Feyres arm, across her hand, because she took Tarquin as her husband.

"What was the cost?" She breathed.

Something haunted joined Tarquins eyes as he told her, "My mortality."

No one seemed to hear their conversation as the people erupted in applause. Their King, now standing in front of them. Their immortal king, with his immortal wife. "It's not as bad as it seems." Feyre said, pointing to her ears. Although, it was. Not the life but Tarquin would witness all his acquaintances die as he stayed the same age. But that was a matter for another time, this was their wedding day. Tarquin seemed to think the same as he smiled and took her hand, "Wife." he nodded.

Feyre dipped her chin, "Husband," she said, then he led her back down the aisle, through the castle to the ballroom, where their reception would take place.

It was a beautiful ceremony, a beautiful reception and Feyre had a lot of fun drinking and dancing with Tarquin. She was glad when he introduced her to his court but she was just as glad when they took a break, getting fresh air, later into the night. The castle sat on a mountain, and on the bench where they sat they could overlook the ocean, the moon reflecting on its surface.

"Is Cresseida against witches?" Feyre broke the silence when she remembered the carriage ride earlier.

"Not at all," Tarquin replied. "Her lover was a witch," he explained. "But when the King came to power, he planned to kill them, so they went into hiding. They hadn't seen each other since."

"They can come out of hiding now." Feyre said.

Tarquin sighed, "It will take some time and a lot of trust but I hope that there will be a world someday where we can live in peace with each other." he looked at Feyre. "All of us."

Feyre put a hand on his knee and squeezed. "You will make a great King, Tarquin. I have no doubt about that."

"Thank you." he replied quietly.

"So what now?" Feyre asked. He raised his brow in question. "Are you going to…consummate the marriage?"

"I won't do anything that you are not comfortable with Feyre. You can live in your own quarters if you want that, or you could live in mine."

"That depends." she said thoughtfully.

"On what?"

"Can you, well, can you imagine loving me someday? As your wife?" she asked.

Tarquin smiled, tucking a strand of Feyre's golden-brown hair behind her ear. "I would be a fool if I didn't. Could you?"

"I think it would be very easy to love you, Tarquin, and it would be easier to be your friend." Feyre told him, meaning every word.

Tarquin put his hand above Feyre's, "Fortunately, I think it would be very easy to love you, too, Feyre."

A vow, one that only the stars and the moon witnessed.

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darling-of-the-stars · 3 years

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Waters of Adriata😇😇

I found it finally.

The scene feyre likes when she and Rhys are visiting summer court🧜‍♂️🧜‍♀️🧜🚣🏊‍♂️🏄‍♂️

#Summer court #A court of thorns and roses #Feyre Archeron #Feyre #Rhysand #Feysand #Tarquin #High Lord of summer court #Feyquin #Jealous Rhysand #High Lord of Night #Night court #I forgot Amren #The firedrake is gonna kill me

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ratabrasileira · 3 years

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Feyre and Tarquin fight with their water animals just for fun.

#the ic and helion + lucien are betting who will win #it is... if tarquin can shape the water as animal #but i think he can #acotar headcanon #acotar #headcanon #feyre #feyre archeron #tarquin #feyquin brotp #varian secretly bets on feyre

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lorcandidlucienwill · 6 months

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Ranking the top 10 most pathetic SJM men

10: Ithan Holstrom Come on, if you didn't think him simping for Bryce after knowing her for like 5 seconds was pathetic then idk what is. Also, him being mad about the Fendyr heir being enslaved and stealing fire sprites for revenge will never not be hilarious

9: Fenrys Moonbeam Bro was so desperate to escape Maeve that he almost killed himself. Then he had that "You'd rather my queen die than your king" line. Like bro is Aelin's dog at this point.

8. Eris Vanserra Thanks to @kateduchessofdolittle for making me see how pathetic Eris is.

-Fiancee goes to *great lengths* to get out their engagement. After all that, bro still bailed her out by dealing with her father Keir in ACOSF

- Got to be a passive little bitch to monster father

- seems to be a surrogate father to the *worst* people

- he's giving mama's boy

- his allies taunt him with another engagement and she laughs in his face too

At least he has his dogs.

7. Hunt Athalar Not sure how to explain this one. It's just the *vibes*

6. Tarquin Poor Tarquin. I felt so bad for him during that Feyre-Tarquin scene in ACOMAF (one of these days I shall write the Feyquin fanfic and rectify Feyre's mistakes here).

5. Ruhn Danaan You may be surprised Ruhn is so high up on this list. But bro, Hypaxia duped him so badly. Also, he was so desperate to get back in his sister Bryce's good books. Here are just a few examples from the book:

Ruhn bared his teeth at Maximus as the glowering vamp headed toward the golden steps. “Riso called me a few minutes ago and said you were here. With that fucking creep.” “Excuse me?” Her voice sharpened. It had nothing to do with the fact that she highly doubted the diplomatic club owner had used those terms. Riso was more the type to say, She’s with someone who might cause the dancing to cease. Which would have been Riso’s idea of Hel. Ruhn said, “Riso can’t risk tossing Tertian to the curb—he implied the prick was being handsy and you needed backup.” A purely predatory gleam entered her brother’s eyes. “Don’t you know what Tertian’s father does?” She grinned, and knew it didn’t reach her eyes. None of her smiles did these days. “I do,” she said sweetly. Ruhn shook his head in disgust. Bryce leaned forward to grab her drink, each movement controlled—if only to keep from taking the water and throwing it in his face. “Shouldn’t you be home?” Ruhn asked. “It’s a weekday. You’ve got work in six hours.” “Thanks, Mom,” she said.

She just opened the door. “If you hear anything about the Viper Queen, call me.” Ruhn stiffened, his heart thundering. “Do not provoke her.” “Bye, Ruhn.” He was desperate enough that he said, “I’ll go with you to—” “Bye.”

She flinched as Ruhn said at her ear, “You don’t need to see this.” This was another murder. Another body. Another year. A medwitch even knelt before the body, a wand buzzing with firstlight in her hands, trying to piece the corpse—the girl—back together. Ruhn tugged her away, toward the screen and open air beyond— The movement shook her loose. Snapped the droning in her ears. She yanked her body free from his grip, not caring if anyone else saw, not caring that he, as head of the Fae Aux units, had the right to be here. “Don’t fucking touch me.” Ruhn’s mouth tightened. But he looked over her shoulder to Hunt. “You’re an asshole.”

Ruhn was in the apartment lobby when Fury dropped her off. Tharion left them at the docks, saying he was going to help haul in the seized synth shipment, and Fury departed fast enough that Bryce knew she was heading out to make sure the Viper Queen didn’t abscond with any of it, either. Ruhn said nothing as they rode the elevator. But she knew Fury had told him. Summoned him here. Her friend had been messaging someone on the walk back from the docks. And she’d spied Flynn and Declan standing guard on the rooftops of her block, armed with their long-range rifles. Her brother didn’t speak until they were in the apartment, the place dark and hollow and foreign. Every piece of clothing and gear belonging to Hunt was like an asp, ready to strike. That bloodstain on the couch was the worst of all. Bryce made it halfway across the great room before she puked all over the carpet. Ruhn was instantly there, his arms and shadows around her. She could feel her sobs, hear them, but they were distant. The entire world was distant as Ruhn picked her up and carried her to the couch, keeping away from that spot where she’d yielded herself entirely to Hunt. But he made no comment about the bloodstain or any lingering scent. 4. Lucien Vanserra (or Spell-Cleaver? Vanserra sounds better)

Ah, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. My poor baby just wants somebody to marry him. Does it get any more pathetic than "I'm a mated male now?" My man prepares for rejection every holiday without fail. He and Lucien did not exchange gifts, though the male had brought a gift for Feyre and one for his mate, who barely thanked him after opening the pearl earrings. Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing. 3. Chaol Westfall I don't think many people remember Lithaen, but Chaol was in love with her and she fucked Dorian's cousin instead. Also there was this:

Babe, ily but wtf. You ran into a different fucking dimension to save your ex-girlfriend's DOG??? Talk about pathetic. 2. Lorcan Salvaterre Bro abandoned the queen he served more loyally than any of the rest of the cadre the moment a tiny little human with witch blood showed a little cleavage and bossed him around. Bro wanted to be someone's bitch SO BAD. He RIPPED his shirts up for her periods even after she refused to even speak with him and said she hopes he's miserable and spends the rest of his life alone (and threatened to gut Rowan and Gavriel if they ever told her it was him). He swore a blood oath to his greatest enemy just to protect her and lost the will to live when she called him a monster. Absolutely fucking pathetic and we love him for it. 1. Tamlin It was a close fight to first, but nobody can beat Tamlin in the pathetic category. For one, of all the love interests we have seen, he is in possession of the least rizz. Negative rizz, actually. Lucien actually roasted him so badly for his negative rizz, and Lucien personally backed off so Tamlin and his negative rizz could rizz up Feyre. Bro sacrificed all of PRYTHIAN to keep Feyre safe, bartered with his enemy to get her back, only to have her destroy his court. Even after that, he saved her life at the Hybern camp and revived her mate. And unlike the others above, he didn't get the girl, and probably won't get any girl, actually. We could always put him up for adoption and one of the members of the fandom can take him? Maybe??? Maybe @kateduchessofdolittle will take him.

#ithan holstrom #fenrys moonbeam #eris vanserra #hunt athalar #tarquin #ruhn danaan #lucien vanserra #chaol westfall #lorcan salvaterre #tamlin

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