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the-lonelybarricade · 1 hour

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I want Rhys to keep a secret diary that Nyx finds in many many years and reads about Rhys's early relationship with Feyre

#it’s just pages and pages of ‘Rhysand Archeron’ scribbled in the margins

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the-lonelybarricade · 2 hours

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This is something I think about all the time!! Why is Elucien's bond scent so strong?? We're not introduced to the concept until Rhys mentions it in acomaf after Feysand accepted their bond.

If mating bonds can be scented before they're accepted, how did no one in the Spring Court notice Feysand's bond during those three months after UtM? 👀 When Tamlin notices their scent in Hybern, he's shocked, which tells me that the scent wasn't obvious before.

The only person who noticed the scent of Feysand's mating bond before they were mated (that we know of) was Amren:

So it was noticeable to some degree. I'm assuming it was just feint? Not detectable to your average fae? In ACoSF they needed to obscure Cassian's scent on Nesta for the Hewn City ball, but that was because they were sleeping together.

Which again begs the question—why is the scent of the Elucien mating bond so strong? 👀

It's still captivating to me how potent Elain and Lucien's bond scent remains, even though they barely interacted throughout the entire evening. Only Lucien looked at Elain with longing as she opened his present, while she avoided his gaze. The fact that it made Azriel physically sick and want to leave if it became overwhelming for him speaks volumes about the intensity of their connection.

If it affected him so strongly, one can only imagine the impact it must have on Elain and Lucien, who are directly entwined in it.

#I have such a fun AU idea that strives to answer this question #but I am tragically plagued by too many wips and too little time

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the-lonelybarricade · 3 hours

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lucien archeron, founding father of the sassy man apocalypse is coming home, i fear

#sassy Lucien is the best Lucien!!#🙌🙌🙌

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the-lonelybarricade · 3 hours

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“I… felt something,” he replied. “Like you were calling for me.”

The way my heart cracked and splintered oh my lord 😭😭😭 I love Elucien with a heaping side of longing and I especially love a good Elain finally snapping moment!! This was divine, thank you for sharing it with us! 💕

So um, to be honest I don’t know what this is. It was on a whim, written in one go so don’t take it too seriously lol

It was inspired by this post right here, by @dawntoducks

Hope you enjoy!

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The sound of the door slamming shut brought Elain back to reality.

Standing in the middle of the sitting-room, she glanced to the window, to the city beyond. Velaris was in full bloom, children running and laughing just outside. She could even spot some kites flying this and that way, guided by tiny, giggling kids.

She had always thought kites to belong in fairytales, somehow never considered actually playing with one. She marvelled at them.

She kept watching- stalling, as one little girl accidentally bumped into the big magnolia tree outside the gate and let go of the slim thread she was holding. A cry sounded, the girl immediately getting up and jumping towards the sky. Desperately trying to reach high, high, higher- like the hurt didn’t matter, like she just wanted to get back what she had lost. But it was too late.

Elain blinked. Once. Twice.

Her heart began racing, the rhythm akin a horse’s gallop. Frantic, but with purpose.

It was always like that, her soul recognising a song she sometimes could faintly hear herself. A poem that had existed within her since the dawn of time, somehow.

“Are you okay?”

Somewhere among the blooming trees…

Elain had never heard a voice like that. Not when she was human, not after. Non since she had heard his for the first time. A voice so stark and yet warm. So deep and yet melodious.

She could feel it, tingling on her skin.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked, still not looking at him.

Outside, on a magic wind, the girl’s kite flew right back in her arms. Elain smiled faintly.

“I… felt something,” he replied. “Like you were calling for me.”

She was? Honestly, it wouldn’t have surprised her. Elain still didn’t quite understand how this whole thing worked. But could he actually feel when she was thinking about him?

It was quite a lot.

“That’s why I thought you were in danger.” He went on, “I assumed it was the only way you could call for help.” His tone was low, steady. Like he didn’t want to scare her away.

Because I know it wouldn’t be me you’d call if you could help it.

She hated that he didn’t understand. She hated that she could not bring herself to tell him the truth, how his smile was the first thing she saw in the morning. That his laugh sounded in her ears with every step she took. That his hands were what she imagined when she… Red stained her cheeks.

She hadn’t yet looked at him, but she could just see his head dip to the side as if wondering what she was thinking about. Or rather, was she really thinking about what he suspected?

At the top of the tallest mountain…

“Elain,” he whispered and then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, okay?”

Elain furrowed her brows, but her chin remained dipped.

He sighed unevenly and then spat, voice higher, “I’m sorry the Cauldron made me your mate. I’m sorry I’m so abhorrent you can’t even look at me. Just tell me you’re fine and I’ll go.” His arms slackened at his sides. Defeated.

Elain’s head snapped towards him then. Her eyes met one of russet and one of gold, like the brightest of suns on a fall day. She saw the tears first, the same ones she could feel marking her own cheeks.

In the depths of all the seas…

“You-,” she sniffed. “You stupid, stupid prick.”

She saw his eyes widen the instant she closed the distance between them and pointed an accusatory finger to his chest.

“You know nothing!” She yelled. Actually yelled.

Elain wiped some of the tears away, but they kept coming like an overflowing river. Feelings buried so deep came afloat.

“Don’t you understand I can’t look at you?” She demanded more than asked.

“How can you not see I’m burning?” Her index finger kept poking his chest of its own volition while his face had paled alarmingly. He was looking down at her, tears glistening in the light.

On a journey so certain…

“You think I don’t feel anything”? Elain sniffed again. “Well, you’re so terribly wrong! I feel so much every time I look at you, I don’t know what to do.” Words were flowing and she didn’t even have to think them.

“You live with me every second of every day. You render me useless every time I think of you because all I want is to touch you and kiss you and hold you and never let go.”

He caught her wrist and flattened her hand above his heart. It was beating so fast.

“I want you, Lucien.” She could feel him tremble underneath her palm, just when he closed his eyes as to savour her words. “I just don’t want to burn you.”

Lucien smiled, so sweet and wicked at the same time, eyes so full of hope she cursed herself for not telling him sooner. “Didn’t you hear?” He whispered, his breath caressing her neck. “I’m the Lord of Flames.”

I search for light and I find you.

#fic recs #elucien fic

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the-lonelybarricade · 3 hours

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you wouldnt last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

(happy wednesday!)

#I'll be thinking about that half step for the rest of my life actually

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the-lonelybarricade · 3 hours

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I should be working on event week stuff, or one of my many unfinished WIPs. But instead I am writing something ABSOLUTELY CURSED for my bestie's upcoming birthday and I'm grinning like an absolute FIEND.

Hope you're ready @secret-third-thing because I was not ready for the line I just wrote. 😈

#V-vanserra BROTHERS?#AS IN PLURAL??#oh dear 🥵🥵🥵#secret-third-thing is a lucky birthday girl 😏

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the-lonelybarricade · 3 hours

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I'm feeling a little warm myself 🥵 I'm such a sucker for moments where Elain is underprepared for how her body reacts to Lucien. Just looking into his eyes and she was gone!! Hehe girl same 😂

Do I have a fever? I feel so warm.

Elain looked up from her book as Lucien’s voice caught her ear, quiet as a whisper, but she heard it. Indeed, it was quite warm for Autumn, but the vacation house which the whole throttle of them were visiting was quite near to the border of summer. It did nothing to help that Lucien insisted on wearing dark colors in the bright sun. That doesn’t mean deep purple isn’t his color — she flushed, but it wasn’t very practical. She paused her lackadaisical pacing, raising a single eyebrow over the brim of her new novel. “Warm, you say?”

Like morning birds, both of them were awaiting the rest of the household to rise for a day of activities. “Are you sure you aren’t just chickening out because we’re going to spend a day at a farm and animals always get along with Tamlin better than you?”

Hearing his grumble was enough to prove her point, still, Elain sat down on the edge of the elegant chaise where Lucien lay dramatically with his arm covering his eyes. She bared her wrist and pressed it to his deep brown forehead.

“Feels fine…” She began softly, but drew back as he moved his arm and she found herself looking into his amber eyes. Oh — good gracious!

Smooth as a fox. Elain’s cheeks heated. She could hear the upstairs floor creaking as the others began to wake. There was never any privacy here. He always managed to catch her unguarded.

Elain stood up, backing away from the couch, and tripping over her own feet — towards the kitchen. “I should really…start breakfast.”

Her reasoning did not convince herself, but she quickly busied her hands all the same. She wasn’t about to be caught with her hands in his hair, or cauldron knew where else she wanted them. She began chopping fruit and Lucien silently fell into step behind her. They worked well as a team.

Tamlin walked down the stairs and into a kitchen filled with heat that was not warm from the oven. He locked eyes with the both of them, noticing immediately that they would not look at each other.

He wordlessly pointed to the stairs and left the room, shutting and locking the door to the kitchen with his magic.

It was warm.

Very warm indeed.

#this was lovely!!#thank you for sharing it with us!!#Elucien fic #fic recs

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the-lonelybarricade · 3 hours

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Elain "It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often." Archeron

🤝

Lucien "I also remember you telling me how witchberries were harmless, and the next thing I knew, I was half-delirious and falling all over myself" Vanserra

Can you imagine Elain and Lucien getting closer because of a prank Elain started to get Lucien away from her and Lucien responding with a prank of his own???

#ELUCIEN PRANK WARS?????#I need this like I need oxygen

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the-lonelybarricade · 3 hours

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@feydarling : i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.

their plan couldn't have been going worse. on the run, hiding in a motel room that only had one bed, while the rain relentlessly pours down. nothing else around them for miles. by the time rhysand is finished ransacking the vending machines, desperate for anything that didn't look past it's expiration date, he's drenched. a palm pushes back raven strands clinging to his forehead, dumping his haul onto the table while feyre freshens up in the restroom. the rain soaked shirt he was wearing is shed off, as he grabs a pillow from the bed, & the flask he keeps on him, planting himself on the floor.

when feyre emerges, there's an attempt at hiding his grimace — casually shrugging, as if his skin weren't crawling at the thought of sleeping on this carpet. " i've slept in dirtier places, feyre darling. " he nods towards the pile of junk food, taking a swig of whiskey before holding it up to her. " hope you're hungry. we have a lovely spread of stale chips, expired pop-tarts, and luckily ... alcohol. "

#AM I SENSING A MODERN DAY INN SCENE???#I'm going ravenous

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the-lonelybarricade · 4 hours

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‘Gwyn, where did you get this?’

He winced as he tried to steady the tremor of his hand. Oscar-nominated my arse. But how could he play pretend when everything he’d been searching for was found tossed amidst sheafs of paper on his housekeeper’s desk?

Gwyn startled, face jumping from the book it had been buried in as his voice echoed a tad too loud, more than a chunk too desperate in the feet between them.

‘What is wrong with you? If this is about my organisational system, I’ll tell you what I’ve always told you, find someone else to put up with your ornery self and maybe I’ll feel my job is threatened enough to use a more conventional means of filing.’

‘This isn’t about your penchant for sheer fucking chaos, Gwyn.’

He spat, totally vicious, feeling the bile rising from his stomach, burning and eating its way to the hole in his chest where his heart once lay. She could disappear again, like steam from the old kettle that he as a child tried to grasp but could not hold.

Not this time.

Not if he had anything to do with it.

‘How do you know Feyre Archeron?’

#COOKING INDEED!!!!#WHAT IS GOING ON?? 👀👀#That line about steam from an old kettle made my heart clench #I sense Rhys is in his Archeron pining era

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the-lonelybarricade · 5 hours

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OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 LOOK AT HER!!! She really does look like a goddess, she’s so poised and steady!! I’m obsessed with her expression!! Suddenly I’m Rhys with an endless internal dialogue about how hot she is 😩🙏🏻 This is so lovely, thank you so much for sharing it with us!!

I’m almost finished with the watercolor version so I’m just going to throw this little teaser out there.

Inspired by The Other Side of the Apocalypse by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade

#IM LOSING MY MIND #IF YOU GLIMBSEE INTO MY BRAIN YOUD JUST HEAR ME SCREAMING #TOSOTA is so special to me and I’m so honored you made this 🥺#Feysand art #TOSOTA

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the-lonelybarricade · 16 hours

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@animezinglife your tags are everything

Re-reading ACOTAR and I can’t help but notice how much Rhys actually accentuated and strengthened Feyre’s feminine energy.

#I love rereading acotar and watching Feyre slowly grow into her femininity and confidence #her transition from cringing in a mirror and comparing herself to Ianthe to feeling like a goddess sprawled on her throne is so good #I love that she can be a huntress and High Lady and mother #powerful AND feminine #I guess I'm in my Feyre feels today

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the-lonelybarricade · 16 hours

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I found one in acofas too! 🥺

Chapter 22:

Something I thought about today is that I don’t think Rhys ever specified when he got the knee tattoos, just their meaning. I always assumed he’d had them for centuries, but what if they were new?

What if he got them once he returned from Under the Mountain? A permanent reminder that he was free, and that he would never be forced to bow to Amarantha or anyone else ever again.

#this scene is actually so much more heartbreaking in that context 🥺

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the-lonelybarricade · 16 hours

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Had a check in acowar too!

Chapter 14

Chapter 56

Something I thought about today is that I don’t think Rhys ever specified when he got the knee tattoos, just their meaning. I always assumed he’d had them for centuries, but what if they were new?

What if he got them once he returned from Under the Mountain? A permanent reminder that he was free, and that he would never be forced to bow to Amarantha or anyone else ever again.

#didn’t see anything when I looked in acofas

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the-lonelybarricade · 17 hours

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Sorry anon my wife has spoken and I do everything she tells me 🥰

Marry me? I'll bake you treats and give good cuddles.

I’ll have to double check with my wife @separatist-apologist about this, she can get a little possessive. But we can still exchange baking recipes! 💕

#you’re so hot when you get possessive

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the-lonelybarricade · 17 hours

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Marry me? I'll bake you treats and give good cuddles.