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eospaint · 9 months
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Feyre and Rhysand 🖤
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soulofstarsandink · 10 months
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FORESHADOWING IN ACOTAR YOU MAY HAVE MISSED
*Spoilers*
1. Feyre painted the night sky on her drawer in the cottage.
2. Feyre had heard of Rhysand long before she met him. She recalled hearing of “One High Fae that could turn your bones to dust from a hundred yards away.”
3. One of the first things Lucien says to Feyre is that her eyes “are like stars.”
4. When first arrived at the Spring Court, Feyre unknowingly dresses herself in Night Court colours. (A dark blue tunic, another tunic “one of purple so deep it could have been black.”)
5. When Lucien and Feyre encounter the Bogge, Feyre distracts herself by thinking of “a starry, unclouded night sky, peaceful and glittering and endless.”
6. Rhysand appears as a “shadow I could never quite glimpse” in Feyre’s nightmares before they met. “Behind me - a shadow lurked - no, watched. I didn’t dare turn to look at it, to see who might be within the shadows, observing.”
7. Amarantha appeared in Feyre’s nightmares before she knew of her, as a “A pale, faceless woman dragging her bloodred nails across my throat” - a nightmare of Rhysands perhaps?
8. When the Suriel told Feyre to “Stay with the High Lord”, it didn’t specify which High Lord.
9. When Tamlin takes Feyre to see the pool of starlight, she describes the setting filling her with “both longing and mirth…it just seemed…right.”
10. Despite only having heard and not seen the Attor, Feyre manages to paint its exact image “a tall, skeletally thin gray creature with bat ears and giant, membranous wings.” How would she have been able to do this? Possibly an image from someone else’s mind?
11. During Calanmai, Feyre disregards Tamlin’s order to stay in her room as “there was a string - a string tied to my gut that pulled me towards those hills, commanding me to go, to hear the faerie drums…” “but a wild wicked voice weaving in between the drumbeats whispered otherwise. Go, that voice said, tugging at me. Go see.”
12. The first thing Rhysand ever says to Feyre is “There you are, I’ve been looking for you” before telling the three lesser faeries, “Thank you for finding her for me.”
13. During Feysand’s first encounter, Feyre thinks to herself Rhysand’s words “were tinged with an arrogance that only an immortal could achieve” to which he “laughed under his breath” having heard the insult.
14. When Feyre first drinks faerie wine, she describes it as “like a million fireworks exploring inside of me, filling my veins with starlight.”
15. Still intoxicated she states she wants to swim in the night sky, “to bathe in its colours and feel the stars twinkling between my fingers.”
16. Tamlin and Feyre had their first kiss during the shortest night of the year.
17. Rhysand states “only my prisoners and my enemies call me (Rhysand).” It’s then interesting that Feyre refers to him as ‘Rhys’ in her POV in moments when she can see beneath his villain mask. (And EXTRA interesting when she refers to him as such during their first kiss.)
18. When Rhysand senses Tamlin and Lucien have hidden Feyre “a flicker of excitement - perhaps disbelief - flashed across his features.”
19. Rhysand was the only person Under the Mountain that bet on Feyre slaying the worm.
20. Feyre’s bargain tattoo is similar to the Illyrian tattoos that are given for luck and glory.
21. When Rhysand dressed Feyre under the mountain he crowned her with a “small golden diadem imbedded with lapis lazuli” - a stone that inspires confidence and is worn by royalty.
22. When Rhysand informs Amarantha of his bargain with Feyre, it’s also an act of defiance as he mentions the bargain is “for the rest of her life”, hinting he believes she will survive the remaining tasks.
23. Before the second trial, Rhysand dresses Feyre in a ‘blood orange’ gown - a colour symbolising good fortune.
24. During their first mind convo, Rhysand says “Good girl.” (Not a fact, just hot tbh.)
25. When Rhysand sends the music to her cell, she unknowingly imagines Velaris and “a palace in the sky of alabaster and moonstone, where all that was lovely dwelled in peace…everything I wanted was there - the one I loved was there-“
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danikamariewrites · 19 days
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Together for the First Time
Feysand x reader
A/n: happy Poly week! I’m so excited to be doing this and reading what everyone else has come up with. Today is Day 1 which is beginnings. I decided to do when Feysand and reader start being open with the Inner Circle about their relationship and of course Cassian’s inability to keep a secret. @polyacotarweek
Warnings: none
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For the first time in two hundred years Cassian was actually early for a meeting with his brothers. He even had a lil pep in his step. Things were good, great even. He and Nesta were good, Nyx loved spending time with him, the family was at peace. Nothing could ruin Cassian’s day.
A giggle from inside Rhys’s office interrupted his thoughts. It sounded unfamiliar.
Creeping closer to the door Cassian finds it cracked open. Willing his massive body to be stealthy he holds his breath and listens.
That sweet giggle rings through the room again along with Rhys and Feyre’s laughter. Odd. Cassian wasn’t aware of any other meetings today. He was supposed to take up all of his brothers’ time today.
“Alright,” that voice. Cassian knows that voice. Where has he heard that voice?
“We should probably go get Nyx from his nap together. Since Rhys put him down he’s going to want us.”
Cassian slightly turned his head to look through the cracked door. The sight had his jaw unhinging, practically hitting the floor. Rhys kissing Feyre then you. You, y/n! With his brother and Feyre! When on earth did this happen?
Cassian began to panic. Oh Mother, what if he’s the only one that knows? Cass won’t be able to keep his mouth shut.
As you and Feyre made your way to the door Cassian began to jog as quietly as possible around the corner. Peaking, he watched you and Feyre walk down the hall hand in hand.
Plastering himself against the wall he waits a few moments before heading into Rhys’s office. Composing himself he enters the office ready to give Rhys his update about the Illyrian army.
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Rhys thought about his brother's odd behavior as he followed the sound of his son's playful giggles. What on earth had Cassian so jumpy and tense?
He shook his head forgetting all about the stressful conversation.
Upon seeing you and Feyre playing with Nyx his smile widened. Sitting on the floor Rhys began to hand his son blocks for the little village he was focused on constructing.
“Are you two sure you want to do this tonight?” You ask from your spot in the corner of the room, propped up by the mountain the size of Ramiel of Nyx’s stuffed toys.
Feyre and Rhys give you a sad look. “Why wouldn’t we be sure?” Rhys coos at you.
You shrug at them, looking away absentmindedly playing with the wing of a stuffed owl. “What if the family doesn’t accept us, me?”
They move to either side of you, squishing you in a side hug. “Of course they will. And even if they don’t it doesn’t matter.” “You’re positive?”
“Sweet girl, you are our mate. Of course we are sure.” Rhys kisses your forehead as Feyre kisses your cheek. Nyx huffs, feeling left out the small boy yells, “Hey! No fair, I want kisses too!” He throws his small body onto the three of you. Knocking you back into the stuffed animals in a fit of giggles.
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Dinner started with light conversation and a delicious appetizer thanks to Elain. You sit with Rhys and Feyre at the end of the table. Your chair very close to the two of them.
Cassian felt like he was going to explode. He has kept this gods damned secret to himself all day. Another new record.
As the main course appears with a wave of Rhys’s hand he clears his throat. The family’s attention turns to him. All happy and content faces.
“Feyre and I have exciting news to share with you.” The two look at you, bright smiles on their faces as the bond hums between the three of you.
Anticipation coursed through the room as Rhys grasped your hand, giving it a loving squeeze.
“We have discovered a triad bond. Between myself, Feyre, and y/n.” He said happily, beaming at his friends. You couldn’t look at them. Holding your breath your eyes dart around everyone’s faces.
You found nothing but love and acceptance. Mor raised her wine glass, “Congratulations! This is rare, but wow! You deserve all the happiness in the world.”
The rest raise their glasses cheering, “here, here!”
At that hour anxiety was relieved. It seemed so was Cassian’s. After taking a huge gulp of wine Cass he breathed out the loudest sigh of relief. His head hitting the table. “Thank the Mother!” Everyone looked at him, Azriel let out one of those rare laughs at his brother's antics. “Cass?” Feyre asks with a chuckle.
“I saw you and y/n earlier coming out of the office, I also saw you guys in the office because I was early. I’ve been keeping this damn secret all day and thank gods you said something!” He rambled.
“Wait,” Rhys looks at him with a raised brow, “you were early?
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jmoonjones · 1 year
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Feyre: I'm going to paint a super fond memory from the early days I knew you!
Rhys: well, let me model for you then! No, I insist! Which heroic or sexy moment is this? I'll hang it in my office!
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austenmarie · 1 year
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More Rhys and Feyre stills from my tiktok! xx ( @ austenmarie on tiktok btw! )
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cupidslove1 · 9 months
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Cassian [does something stupid]
Nesta: What an absolute fucking idiot.
Nesta: I can’t believe I’d die for him.
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jealousveronya · 1 year
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Feyre to Rhys: You want soup?
Nesta to Cassian: You want a biscuit?
Elain if she accepts the bond:
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viradeity · 1 year
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wingspan
summary: The Inner Circle ladies have a much needed night out, talk about wingspan ensues.
oh yeah requests are open!
azriel x reader
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A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one. This was based off a popular Tik Tok sound going around now. Also, I am currently drinking Arizona while writing this, I realize I love Arizona just as much as I love Azriel.
THIS IS SUPER SHORT, I JUST NEED TO POST SOMETHING.
Warnings: Extremely Suggestive.
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You sighed against the loveseat you were sitting in, swirling around your wine in its glass. The girls have decided it was time for a night out. Honestly, you couldn't pass up the chance to hang with them.
The night was perfect, starting with you guys going for dinner, then doing a little shopping. Now, you were having a chat over drinks. You were completely lost in thought until someone called your attention.
"Y/n?" Elain asked.
"Yeah?" you replied, words not coming to you as fast doing to being a little tipsy.
"We were wondering um..." Elain seemed to blush and not continue.
Thankfully, Nesta finished, "We were wondering if Azriel has the biggest wingspan, for real."
The rest only looked at you with a look that screamed, "give us the details"
You laughed and took one big swing of your drink, "He might not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches!"
When you finished, the girls jaws literally fell to the floor. Mor was the first to speak.
"I am actually crying for your cervix."
To this, Amren thoughtfully replied with, "In all my years of knowing him.....holy fucking shit."
Feyre just laughed, "Well- he's 100% the biggest, no question there."
Nesta looked at you thoughtfully and said, "I gotta say, I am pretty jealous, not even Cass could compare."
Elain had a face that said "what in Mother's name-"
When you got home, you saw Az. Rhys, and Cassian having a talk on the couch, they all looked up at you all as you came in.
"Hey love, how was your night?" Azriel asked.
"It was good, we talked about stuff."
"LIke what?"
"Wingspan." you deadpanned.
To this, the three batboys sighed, and brought out the measuring tape.
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azrielsbxtch · 11 months
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[Trigger warning/SA]
If at this point you think what happened between Rhys and Amarantha was consensual you need an exorcism and I’m praying for your last two braincells…
The man literally has nightmares about it…nightmares he can’t even talk to Feyre about..
It’s one thing to not like Rhys. That’s fine you do you…
But saying he wasn’t SA’ed????
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You can dislike characters and not invalidate their trauma.
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moondrawss · 1 year
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Feyre with nyx💕🥹
I really wanted to draw feyre with him to celebrate that Mother's Day is coming✨
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vmiae · 6 months
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Alexa, play Sad Girl Summer: Fantasy Man edition 🫡😔
I’m big on Adventure time and when I came across this sound on tik tok all I could think of is ✨ depression tam tam ✨ when feyre left him. Sooooo I drew them 🙃
It’s so funny bc he’s this powerful High Lord and now all he wanna do is eat ice cream and cry 😢 I love Tamlin but like, COME ON KING—GET OVER URSELF PLS 🗣️
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sarahsoba · 9 months
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he KNOWS she prefers strawberry 😤
(For anyone interested there’s an alternate version posted to my Instagram >:) )
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danikamariewrites · 18 days
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Watch Your Step
Feysand x reader
A/n: happy day 2 and another Feysand fic! Comfort fics are some of my favorites especially for Rhys. Some of my favorite moments with him and Feyre are in ACOWAR and he’s just doting on her. @polyacotarweek
Warnings: descriptions on injuries and comfort
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“Nyx, slow down!” You yelled over the little boy's screeches and giggles as he ran through the upstairs hall. You held your dress above your calves, feet carrying you quickly.
You jumped toys littered across the carpet. Sighing mentally you make a note to have the boy clean up his toys. “Bet ya can’t catch me mom!” He giggled, disappearing around the corner. “No running on the stairs young man!” He giggled again as you heard the sound of winnowing. You came to a halt. The three of you knew Nyx’s powers were developing. He could finally hide his wings on command like Rhys. But winnowing was very new.
The first time he winnowed he had taken Rhys with him. Ending up outside the Winter Court palace wanting to see his friend, the Princess of Winter. To know he could winnow so far at such a young age was impressive but terrifying.
Your thoughts raced you began sprinting for the stairs. Praying to the Cauldron your little boy was only downstairs and not somewhere unknown.
Not keeping your eyes on the ground you completely missed the pair of toy swords in a small wagon on the first step. Your bare foot landed right on the center of the wooden toys, splintering them in half. Not even getting a chance to right yourself your other foot stays suspended in midair as the wagon moves across the stair.
Your ankle turns and you feel something pop. Falling down the stairs backwards you let out a scream. You try to grab hold of the banister to slow down, your fingers screaming in protest. You hit the curved landing hard. Rolling to a stop thanks to the wall.
Thanks to the pain numbing your body and ringing ears you didn’t hear Nyx scream for you. Or the multiple pairs of feet thundering to get to you as quickly as possible.
Groaning, you roll over onto your back, trying to keep your breathing steady. You keep your eyes screwed shut at the pain still coursing through your bones.
Nyx was now sitting next to you. A little hand on your face to comfort you. “Like mommy and daddy do for you,” he said once.
“I’m ok buddy, I’m ok.” You manage through gritted teeth. Opening your eyes you smile up at him. Panic on his little features. “See, mom’s ok. Just a little fall.”
Nesta and Azriel are first to arrive, Rhys and Feyre looking destressed right behind them. Nesta quickly gathers Nyx in her arms much to the boys dismay. He starts fidgeting wildly in his aunts arms fighting to get back to you.
Before he can be told to Az winnows away to get Madja. Rhys scoops you into his arms making his way to the bedroom quickly. Feyre prepares you a spot, fluffing your pillow as Rhys set you down gently.
“Questions later. I don’t want stress her out and add to her pain.” Rhys says into Feyre’s mind. He looks back at his mate to see silver lining her eyes. Her hand in yours, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb. “It’s ok angel, we’re here.” Feyre whispered softly. You squeezed her hand in response. The both of them could feel your pain through the bond and it was breaking their hearts.
Madja came bustling in as quickly as possible leaving Azriel to linger in the doorway. The old healer shoos your mates away, “I can’t work with you two breathing down my neck. Go with the Shadowsinger. I’ll come get you once she’s patched up.” Her tone leaves no room for argument. They’re hesitant to leave you but know it’s for the best.
An hour later Madja had left you with your ankle wrapped and strict bed rest orders which Feyre and Rhys took very seriously. For the next week your mates kept a close eye on you, not letting you move an inch.
“I still think you should keep your ankle elevated, my love.” Feyre sweetly chastises you a few days later. You roll your eyes as she puts the lunch tray down to fluff the throw pillow you abandoned a half hour ago.
“I’m fine, Fey. Besides, it’s practically healed.” She hummed, raising a brow at you, gently placing your foot on the pillow. “You want to tell Rhys that?” You sigh, dropping your head against the headboard.
Rhys has been worse than normal. Maybe because it was the worst at home injury any of you had sustained. He wouldn’t even let you sleep in the middle of the bed like usual. Rhys insisted you take his side while he slept in the middle so it would be easier to carry you out of bed.
Feyre placed the tray on your lap as she settled next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your delicately pointed ear. “How are you feeling?” She asks softly.
“Better. The pain in my side is gone and my head is fine, the only problem is the pain in my ankle.” Feyre hums looking back at your bandaged ankle. You start to pick at your food when you notice a card under the plate. Picking it up you smile. Nyx had drawn you many get well soon cards over the last few days. “Good.”
In the middle of your meal and chat with Feyre, Rhys made his way into the bedroom taking the other spot next to you in bed. He takes your chin gently in his fingers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. As if he was afraid of causing you more pain. “Hi angel, how are you feeling?” You smile against his lips, “Good.” He lets out a content hum leaning away from you.
As the week went on your mates let up on their hovering. When the bandage came off Rhys would massage your ankle every night, rubbing a special salve Madja gave you. While their overbearing nature at times can be aggravating, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’d never stop being thankful to have mates and a family that cares so much about you.
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maryberry · 3 months
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"And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him."
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evebookreviews · 10 months
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Literally blushing thinking about when Rhys was the only one who didn't bet against feyre. Like the confidence this man had on his girl who wasn't his girl
I would've folded if I was feyre
😳😳🤭🤭🤭
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literaryhottie · 10 months
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Tweets Rhys would write
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