#feyrexrhys

[unusuallyminature]

Ok, but what is even the point of Court of Thorn and Roses??? We spent all that time with Tamlin and Feyre during book 1, only to barely see Tamlin in book 2 and for her to be completely different character. And Rhrys, some edgelord that just misunderstood, which is fine, but why make him literally sexually assault her?? He's not misunderstood he's just an asshole.

Don't get me wrong, I totally get she's tramauztized because of the events of Under the Mountian, it just seems so odd that in two months she completely now in love with a man that sexually assaulted her. It just icky.

If the author wanted me to care so much about FeyrexRhys then why spend so much time on her relationship with Tamlin in book1?? Why make Rhrys so vile during the third act of book1?? I spent all of book 2 thinking he was going to betray Feyre because of how the author presented him. Only for them to be endgame???

And from the spoilers I've read It seems like the two main characters from book 1 don't get much character development. Ugh. I'm honestly not even going to waste my money on book 3. I don't even like the main character anymore, so what's the point?

#tamlin #court of throrn and roses #feyre archeron #ramblings of my feelings

[bookishfeylin]

I've been digging through some of the OLD posts on the Feylin tag and even on some blogs (think 2015/early2016, so the pre-ACOMAF era of the ACOTAR fandom) and aside from the very little Feylin content available, one thing I noticed is people who shipped Feylin complaining about FeyrexRhys shippers and about Feysand's popularity. PRIOR to ACOMAF!

I mean, yeah, it's gross that people read Rhysand groping Feyre in ACOTAR, then read chapter 55 of ACOMAF and decided said groping was ok because it was "for the greater good" according to his stupid explanation, but it's WORSE that people were shipping Feysand prior to that explanation.

Because Rhysand was "hot" and "dark" and "mysterious." So regardless of what people claim now, Feysand was NEVER about Rhysand being healthier for Feyre or saving her from an abusive relationship.

It has ALWAYS been about the dark-haired bad boy trope, to the point that people shipped them even when Rhysand was, as far as anyone knew, the villain of the story. Always. Please don't be gaslighted or guilted into thinking otherwise.

#acotar #feylin #pro feylin #anti rhysand #and no this is not me calling Feysand shippers abuse apologists or anything #this IS me saying that they shut down any criticism of the ship by claiming their love for it is due to the #healthiness of Feysand's relationship #but that clearly is not the case #its about the dark haired bad boy trope #not Rhysand being healthy for Feyre #no matter how much they lie about it #feyre x tamlin #tamlin x feyre

[lectophile]

Feyre was a wolf in a cage that eventually found a way out.

Nesta was a wolf in a cage that did not believe there was a way out, imprisoned in a world that would never invite her in as if she had ever wanted in in the first place.

Elain was a wolf in a cage that felt safer in sheep’s clothing—an imposter that found shelter and acceptance, and so she took them because it was better than feeling lonely.

Elain does not growl, does not howl, and does not claw, not because she is now a gentle little sheep that loves to nuzzle and roll in the dewy grass. No, Elain just forgot what it was to do all the things that a wolf does, because to save herself and to find the comforts of the world that others seemed so easily to find, she left behind what kept her sisters from finding their own place in the human world.

Nesta growled and bared her teeth because she had never been given the chance to learn how to claw and fight. She was stripped of her claws, muzzled with fine jewels and gowns and dancing lessons. She was a wolf forced to lay with the sheep because there was no other option.

Feyre howled and sank her claws deep. She had escaped Elain’s FOMO and Nesta’s declawing by poverty and a couple of muggers that stole her father’s ability to walk. Thrown out into the woods without anything but her hide and her sharp, taloned paws, she made her way through the world knowing what it was to be a true wolf, always on the prowl, always fighting, and always looking for her pack.

The three sisters are the versions of themselves the others could never attain because of whatever circumstances lay before them when they walked their individual paths.

Hating on one is hating a woman for becoming what she had to. They are the epitome of female strength, of seeing the world before them and knowing that it will limit them, find ways to murder their hopes and curdle their dreams. No matter the person that writes them, no matter the ways their characters are many times misconstrued to fit faulty plots, I always remember this. The Archeron sisters are beautiful and wonderful and perfectly flawed and I love them each.

#nesta archeron #nesta #acsf #sjm #acotar #pro nesta #acowar #acomaf #nesta deserves better #feyrexrhys #rhys x feyre #rhysand x feyre #feyre high lady #feyre #elain #feyre Archeron #elain Archeron #eliriel #elucien #Elriel #feysand #nessian #elain king slayer #kingslayer #feyre cursebreaker #death herself

[crescentcitysymphony]

Feyre and Rhys! (2.0)

Made on Artbreeder and Photoshop!

#feyre x rhysand #feyre x rhys #feyrexrhys #feyre cursebreaker #feyre #feyre archeron #rhys x feyre #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and embers #a court of silver flames #sarah j. maas #sarah j maas #sarahjmaas #sjm #sj maas #sjm books

[im-someone-i-guess]

Imagine Rhysand singing Speak Now, drunk on the day Feyre was gonna marry Tamlin.

#feyre x rhys #feyrexrhys #rhys x feyre #rhysxfeyre #rhysand #rhys acotar #feyre high lady #feyre archeron #taylor swift #speak now #acotar #acomaf #acowar #a court of thorns and roses

[proseandpinotnoir]

🏹Pro-Feyre Post as I kick of 2021 rereading ACOMAF (again), ft. a vibey palm tree shadow 🏹

SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVE NOT READ ACOTAR AND ACOMAF.

⠀

ACOMAF is a host unto itself within the world of YA/new adult fiction, and a huge part of that - to me - is the result of the unfettered access SJM gives us into the gritty, deadened reality that is the inside of Feyre’s head after surviving the horrors of Under the Mountain.

Within the YA/new adult genre, I can’t help but notice how miraculously characters tend to bounce back from tragedy for the sake of rising action. In YA, someone’s best friend will die and after 100 or so pages of intermittent mourning, the main character will literally be like, “wait, who?” and the former best friend is never mentioned again. It’s annoying because it takes something - something human - away from the characters who suffered.

But the plot of ACOMAF is not contingent on Feyre having impeccable mental health. In fact, the book weaves the often dismal state of her mental health through the plot in way that feels authentic and organic. Her head is a miserable, dimmed-down, sometimes scary place to be, and the unguarded honesty with which she reveals how debilitating her pain can be - not to other characters but to you and me , the readers - makes her, in my opinion, an easier character to trust and understand. It makes her vulnerability accessible and relatable.

This book is the DEFINITION of “the only way out is through.”

Feyre’s journey back to herself is slow, unsteady, non-linear, and sometimes involves taking one step forward to stumble two steps back, but she perseveres and struggles until she ultimately gets to say, “I know who I am because I built myself this way.” Rhys points her in the direction of the door to healing, but Feyre is the one who mustered the courage to stand up, open it, and walk through. She grows and matures in the depths of her struggle, and I find myself inspired by her each time I reread. To me, she’s is the embodiment of a strong female protagonist and if you feel otherwise, call me because we gotta talk.

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#proseandpinotnoir #prose #Florida #ACOTAR #ACOMAF #ACOWAR #sarah j maas #SJm #ya fantasy #strong female protagonist #feyre archeron #Feyre #bibliophile #book blog #bookthoughts #feyrexrhys #rhys x feyre #feta and #Rhys #Rhysand #velaris #bookish #book review #books #bookstagram #fort lauderdale #book quotes #reading #booklr #booknerd

[high-bitch-of-the-night-court]

Two by Sleeping At Last

https://open.spotify.com/track/62CprXvSWsKBvYu3Yba55A?si=tqYEeZHKSnWdgiK3VGJHLg

If every word of this isn't Rhys thinking about Feyre in ACOMAF then I don't know what is...

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #sarahjmaas #feyre #rhysand #feysand #bookish #books #acourtofthornsandroses #rhysxfeyre #feyrexrhys

[aelin-and-feyre]

Pajama Day

Requested by @darkheartsdontbreaktheybruise 88: “I vote for today to be pajama day.”

Feysand - sick Rhys

Rhys is most definitely not sick. Or so he says.

Feyre, however, knows that this is most certainly bullshit. She was awake too when he was coughing up a lung at two in the morning, and when his nose was so clogged he woke abruptly when he couldn't breathe normally. Her husband had had such a rough night sleep, in fact, that Feyre woke up before him, and was the first to feel his forehead. It practically burned her hand.

Immediately, she had canceled all of his meetings and obligations for the day. She called upon a healer, who inspected him quickly, quietly, while he was still sleeping, and left after telling Feyre just to make him rest and he would be fine in a couple days.

Feyre had closed the blinds so no light reached Rhys' sleeping form, allowing him the chance to sleep rather peacefully for many more hours. His wife was completely content to watch over him while he slept, reading her book and brushing his hair back from his face from time to time.

He woke with a start, sitting up and practically trying to jump from the bed, upsetting the damp washcloth that had been sitting on his brow. His legs got twisted with the blanket, however, and he fell to the floor, groaning in discomfort. Feyre had tsked a couple times as she made her way around and helped her mate back to his feet before easing him on the bed again.

Rhys refused to lie down however, insisting that he was completely okay, even as his voice made a scratchy sound every time he talked and snot was currently pouring from his nose. Feyre simply handed him a tissue and pushed his shoulders so he was at least sitting against the headboard.

"But I have so much work to do Feyre. I'm not sick!" He kept saying, though he had just gratefully accepted the cup of tea she offered for his sore throat.

"I already canceled all your appointments for the day. Everyone understands that even the High Lord needs a sick day once in a while." Feyre calmly explained, brushing his sticky hair off of his forehead. He looked like crap, she had to admit.

Thank you so much, darling.

Oops. It's not a bad thing, Rhys. It's actually a little nice to know that you don't look perfect all the time. She winked at him.

"Yeah, well I can get dressed now so you don't have to keep looking at me in my less than perfect state." He said playfully, going to stand but Feyre pushed him down yet again.

"Nuh uh, sir, you are staying in this bed. In fact, I vote today to be pajama day!" She exclaimed. Rhys sighed, smiling slightly as he looked at her fondly. He was so easy to convince

Now, he grasps her hand in his and squeezes once. "What did I do to deserve you?"

Feyre winks again. "I ask myself the same thing everyday." Suddenly, she stands up and skitters to the door. "Okay, you stay put and get comfy. I'll be right back with food and stuff for the day. It's about time we just spent a day together." Her smile takes his breath away as she opens the door and swiftly departs.

The High Lord shakes his head, blows his nose, and takes a couple sips of his tea. When the cup was almost empty, he stands, stretching his sore limbs and thanking Feyre for getting him out of training with Cassian today. To be honest, he doesn't think he would be able to do it in this state.

Rhys walks to his closet, going to the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of footie pajamas with stars all over it that Mor had gotten him as a joke. He decides if he was going to spoil Feyre's image of him as this sexy, perfect High Lord, he might as well do it comfortably.

About half an hour later, Rhys snuggled halfway beneath his covers, halfway not, warm and cozy in his pjs, Feyre comes back. She drops three bags of groceries on the table, scampers over to the bed to place a kiss on Rhys' forehead, and then dashes for the closet. Rhys sits up in his bed in preparation, having a slight coughing fit in the meantime.

Rhys is just picking up another tissue when the closet door opens. Rhys drops the tissue. As well as his jaw. However, as always, he recovers quickly. "I didn't know it was that kind of pajama day, darling. You should have told me and I wouldn't look like such a dork." He smirks, eyes freely roaming up and down her body which is scantily covered in a incredibly small black nightgown. He is working to stand and go to her as she holds up a finger.

"We're not doing that today, not when you're still sick. Though it doesn't mean you can't enjoy the view." Feyre grins, causing Rhys to groan and fall back on his pillows.

"You torture me, you know that?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and following the movements of her body as she makes her way to the bed.

"Oh, yes, I do." She hums, sliding under the covers next to him and peeking at what he is wearing underneath. "Love the footie pajamas by the way, so incredibly sexy."

Rhys' smirk comes back as he slides a hand under the covers towards her. "Sexy, you say?" But the act is ruined by a coughing fit that takes over his body.

Feyre rubs his back soothingly until he is done and then gets out of bed to bring him the snacks from the table, ready to settle in for a relaxing day with her mate.

For a couple hours, Feyre and Rhys simply read, eat, and cuddle, content in the silent company of each other. Eventually, Rhys' eyes grow tired and he can no longer focus on what he is reading. So, Feyre takes the book from his hands, pulls Rhys down to lay his head in her lap, and reads aloud to him. Too many times, Feyre feels a hand start brushing along the edge of her nightgown and each time, with the hand that is constantly brushing through his hair, Feyre pulls at the strands slightly, causing him to growl and stop.

Later in the afternoon, Feyre leaves for a few minutes to make him soup. When Rhys spies the bowl in her hands, his eyes sparkle. She feeds him the hot soup but his eyes never leave hers as he eats, no doubt remembering the first time she made him soup. When the bowl is empty, he once again lays his head on her lap and stares up at her with pleading eyes.

His footsie pajamas have someone become unzipped to the waist, the upper half tied around his waist. Whether this is because he is hot or for some other reason, Feyre can't be entirely sure. She laughs and shakes her head down at him, causing her hair to fall down in his face. He tugs at the loose strands in a silent question. "You're insufferable."

"But you love me." Rhys reminds helpfully.

"That I do, however you know that I will not make love to you until you are 100% better." Feyre retorts.

Her husband harrumphs, crossing his arms and sniffing. Feyre watches, however, as his eyes begin to slide shut once more. He snuggles around her, burying his head in her stomach. She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair again, feeling absolutely perfect in this moment.

That is, until she sneezes.

She feels Rhys smirk against her tummy. "Guess we're having another pajama day tomorrow."

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Masterlist

#Feysand #feyrhys #feysand fanfic #feyrhys fanfic #feysand fanfiction #feyrhys fanfiction #feyre x rhys #feyrexrhys #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotar fanfic #writing prompts #my writing #feyre #feyre archeron #rhys #rhysand #sick rhys

[wiselemonpie]

Loyally Mated Part 3 {Feysand Fic}

This is part 3. Thank you for reading. I love writing. You can find Part1 and Part2 here. It may take longer for part 4, because my exams are starting next week, they are weekly. So… we will see. :)

@the-bookish-soul

Feyre woke up in the forest a little disoriented, how did she end up here? She couldn’t tell what was happening. She stood up and started walking in a slow pace, it was dark, and the sun hadn’t risen yet. 

She tried to focus and find her way out, looking at the stars for guidance. Feyre always looked to the stars for wisdom, strength, fearlessness and guidance. She never knew why, it was an automatic response she had. Then she heard footsteps, somewhat close to her.

Could it be Rhys? she thought. Maybe he was looking for her. Feyre had to see, and look for him. But something stopped her, what if it wasn’t Rhys? She needed to be sure, before giving her location. After all, she was a warrior too, she knew how to fight in hand to hand combat. However she hadn’t master a weapon yet. 

Feyre listened closely, she needed to remember how Rhys moved in the forest, when he found her in the river after the mating ceremony, she barely heard his noise, and she only smelled him when he was close enough, the smell of starlight and mist. That was it, she had to smell him. Moving light and soundlessly she started sniffing. Nothing, Rhys was not here, then who? Then the smell of red roses and the movement of forest magic hit her so hard, she froze.

She didn’t know what to do. Could she run? Could she escape? Did he see her? Did he felt her? He probably did, he was so close to her. She had to run, find haven, and be free. Because if Tamlin took on a hold on her, everything will be over.

So, Feyre did the only thing she could do, she ran and ran. She didn’t care her legs protested, she wouldn’t stop. Not now, not ever.  She cursed when she heard Tamlin growl. Feyre twisted her head, to see how far he was, but she only saw him shift to a wolf-like animal, with antlers and three tails. Fear gripped her as he came closer, she screamed as a paw brushed her ankle.  She heard him calling her in her mind.

Come, Feyre.

You can’t escape.

You never will.

I will always have you.

Come Feyre.

Tears stung her eyes, but she wouldn’t cry, not to him or anyone. She covered more ground and then she turned around and positioned herself in her fighting stance and when he drew near, she lifted her leg and hit him hard on the face. The animal yelped as he shifted back into Tamlin. He seemed unconscious, Feyre was breathing hard, she closed her eyes, for a second and she heard:

Feyre

Feyre

Feyre!!!

She quickly opened her eyes and a body was close, too close to her. She thrust her arm with all her might and hit the body in the eye. He staggered back, cursing, apparently he was a man. That gave her the time to move away.

“Get away from me,” she growled. 

A soothing voice emanated from the man saying, “Feyre, calm down, it was a dream, you are alright, you are safe, and you are free.” He said it emphasizing every word.

Dream, but it was so real, she breathed and took in her surrounding; she was in a room, a bedroom. She could see the armoire, the bookshelf, the balcony. Rhys, Rhys’ room. Feyre tried to recognize the man, a smell hit her; mist and starlight with the magic of darkness. 

“Rhys?” She asked slowly. 

“I am here, I will always be.” He intoned so soothingly. 

She breathe and relaxed. Feyre moved closer to him, taking small steps. He didn’t hesitate, he move gracefully and pulled her in into a hug, comforting her. She gladly took it. It was a dream she told him and he kept saying she was free. She could feel her heart racing or was it his, she felt? Feyre moved away first. Then she remembered she punched him hard on the face. 

“Rhys, your eye, it’s bleeding.” She said worriedly.

“Well, you did punch me hard, may I say good technique you have there. I see promised.” Rhys’ voice was full of glee. 

“Don’t joke with me Rhysand, if could get infected.” Feyre said as she moved to get a small towel for his face in the night stand.

“Oh, now we are going to full names, are we Feyre, darling.” He said as he followed her, as if he needed her heat as much as she did his. 

“How did I manage to hit you any way, aren’t you a highly trained warrior?”

Feyre move closer to him with the towel, cleaning his face. 

“I am, but whenever I am around you, I get distracted by you.” He stated boldly.

Thank the Gods it was still dark so he didn’t see her blush. Just then, did she realized that Rhys didn’t have a shirt on. That she hugged a man, her mate without a shirt. That, that same man told her she was distracting. Did the Gods hear her before, when she was thinking about him without a shirt? She tried to act normal, finished cleaning his face and then she asked.

“Why are you naked?” Her voice was a bit too out of breath. Damn, she cursed herself. That beautiful torso and the pectorals with the swirls tattoos coming and going from his front to back. STOP she said to herself if she continued, she would faint–

“I am not naked, I have pants on." 

"I meant, why do you only have pants, where is your shirt?" 

"Do you like what you see?” He winked.

Feyre only looked at him, using all her force not to nod and keep a blank stare. Gods, he was a hand full. 

“Okay fine, I heard you screaming and I ran like hell thinking you were in danger.” Rhys explained, then she noticed he was holding a sword very tightly. 

“Well that explains the lack of clothing and the sword.” She took a sit at the edge of the bed. He followed her, he seemed as if he were to say something, but he stopped and froze. Feyre looked up and said, “Rhys?” However he wasn’t looking at her but past her. 

Rhys was at a loss of words. He kept stammering and didn’t know what to say.

Feyre turned around to see what was he looking at, but she actually had an idea what was it. She saw it, it was Rhys’ special book, and she probably tossed it while she was in the nightmare. She turned back to him and pursed her lips. He seemed mortified, ashamed and afraid at the same time. She never thought she would live to see the day where Rhysand, Heir of the Northern Tribe was afraid.

Feyre cleared her throat, “I—umh— I found the book on your bookshelf. It was quite…” She tried to look for an appropriate word. “—explicit” she said at last.

Rhys eyed widened, he was still processing this it seemed. “Cassian gave it me.” He finally blurted out. 

Feyre couldn’t help as her lips quirked upward, she couldn’t believe he was so flustered. She thought the book was weird at first, now she just thought it was funny. “Yeah, I could tell, I read the dedication,” she mused. “Quite a friend you have." 

He seemed about to explode. Feyre couldn’t help it anymore, she burst out laughing. Rhys now seemed confused, but he started to laugh a long with her, because her laugh was contagious. When the laughing ended she asked what she wanted to ask him earlier in dinner. 

"Do—do you want that?” She said in a low voice. She was surprised she asked, she thought it wouldn’t just die in her throat. Did she really just asked that? What kind of question was that? She had to know, though. It was imperative she know. 

He stammered again, but a little amusingly he said, “Feyre, darling, I have as much experience with that as you do. This is all new to me.” For emphasis he showed her his forearms, with the mating ceremony. If he had experience he wouldn’t have been able to mate.  For now, the mating lines were still just lines, once consummated those lines would swirl around into intricate patterns. 

“You know,” Rhys said breaking the silence. “You have a beautiful laugh. It’s really contagious. I never thought I actually hear it." 

A small smile was forming in her lips. He never thought he would hear her laugh. "Why,” she said curiously. “Why didn’t you?”

“I wasn’t the best gentleman towards you before, I treated you wrongly and you didn’t deserve it. I thought you would rather mate with any other than me. I tried to push you away, mostly because of Isaac, I didn’t want to hurt him either. But you were so devastatingly beautiful, strong willed, braver than I’ll ever be, that I kept following you and kept falling more for you. I couldn’t stay away and I wanted to make it up for everything I did to you. I am so sorry, could you ever forgive me?” His voice was so truthful, her heart broke as she look into his eyes and his eyes never left hers.

Feyre thought of all those mood swings Rhys used to have. When he was caring at first and cold the next. Like if everything they shared was nothing. All those days thinking what might have triggered his detachment. Not just this past day, but two weeks before, when she first arrived at the capitol. Before she lived in town close to the Western Tribe; Isaac’s tribe. Where they met all the time. Ever since she got here Rhys was all she could think about. But the constant detachment made her steel walls grow. But now, everything shattered, she was bare, he was bare. They could see each other utterly and entirely. 

“I forgive you, Rhys.” She told him.

Feyre couldn’t believe what she felt in her own heart, what she felt emanating from him as she spoke her words. She could feel his magic, the darkness shifting, from the stiffness, nightmare warrior to the soothing, dreamer knight.  His magic added up to hers so thoroughly, she felt the soft caress of it, as it expanded to her and filled the room. Her own magic danced and twirl around his. Feyre was conscious that he could feel it too, so Rhys’ magic grew, but her magic wasn’t left behind.  She threw her magic to take a hold of his, their tattoos brighten turning gold, that was the only light in the room. 

Rhys reached for her hands, “Gods, Feyre,” he said breathlessly. As a powerful cooling darkness flew through her and swooned. “It feels do good to hold your hand,” he finally said. 

Now it was her turn to be at a loss of words. She didn’t know what to say, but it didn’t last long because he continued, “Feyre, darling, I never heard a more beautiful name, I feel as if I could not go on with my life with you in it. May— may I court you Feyre?" 

His eyes glittered and shunned, he was serious she thought, more than serious, he was hesitant, expecting her to turn him down but also expecting her to say yes. She couldn’t believe the uncertainty in his eyes, in those dark violet eyes, that resemble his magic. So she just said showing him her arm, "Don’t you think you are doing this, the other way around.” A smile forming in her lips, at the little teasing.

But he didn’t grin, or rolled his eyes or replied with a snarky remark. He look as he had his answer and was ready to leave. He didn’t know she was teasing, she couldn’t believe it. Then he took a step back, trying to release her other hand. Feyre wouldn’t take it, she held firm, as he once had. To save him from making a mistake and leave, she took steps toward him. She was so close, she heard his breath ragged, heard the pumping of her own heart. Feyre wouldn’t let him leave, he had to know. 

“I would love that very much, Rhys, Fy Seren.” My star. That is she told him, his eyes widened, Feyre seized him by the cheeks and kissed him deeply. Rhys didn’t stiffened at her touch, as if he was waiting for her to just that. He kissed her back, as first slowly not wanting his magic to drown her, but she didn’t hold back and sent all of her into him. Rhys smiled as he felt the sparks, the darkness, the obliteration of everything, with every touch, so he deepened the kiss. She became oblivious, to everything but him. He pulled her close, as their bodies were now so close it looked like one. 

He was still without a shirt, but she wasn’t going to protest anytime soon. Rhys lifted her up and walked towards the bed, not once breaking the kiss, she longed for gods knew how. He lounged slowly, still sending more magic towards her and her magic singing in his pattern, and only his. She could live like this she thought, every day, waking up and seeing Rhys, kissing him so deeply that she couldn’t get enough, just living with Rhys. 

Feyre broke the kiss to look at him, just to look at him at her friend, her husband, her mate.  She realized she too couldn’t go back to how things where before, that she couldn’t move on, not without Rhys. He appeared so undeniable happy, “Sleep, darling.” His lips moved slowly in her ear. 

“Stay, Fy Seren, sleep with me.”

“With pleasure,” without shifting to much, he settled next to her and held her close. She scooted closer, she never felt like this before, like she belonged, like she was free to make her own choices. Being mated to Rhys was not the most horrible thing that happened to her. It was a gift, a gift to her and Rhys all of it. Feyre close her eyes and was drifting to sleep, as she heard him whisper, “My mate." 

#part 3 of loyally mated #feyrexrhys #feysand #mates

[the-odd-aardvadillo]

Tagged by @jamdoughnutmagician​

People I would like to know better

1)Name/alias I’ve gone by Honalae as a screen name for years and was Flarimar even before that, but name wise you can call me Alene!

2)Birthday September 3rd

3)Zodiac sign I’m a Virgo

4) Height I am 5′6″

5)Hobbies Reading, writing, DnD, listening to music, video games, watching media

6)Favourite colours I am a big fan of blues and greens

7)Favourite books The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini will always have a special place in my heart. More recently the Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J Mass has become a favorite. Honestly I could talk books forever. Someone make my day and message me so I can talk books

8)Last song i listened to El Tango De Roxanne from the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack

9)Last film i watched Oh lord, I think that would believe be when I rewatched Pink Panther on a whim

10)Inspiration for muse Literally anything and everything

11)Dream job Author first and foremost, anything with a creative bent

12)Meaning behind your url I am odd and on a whim I decided to mash together aardvark and armadillo, here are the results

13)Top 3 ships Fuck.... Stucky, jeanmarco, ineffable husbands (?) 2 old and 1 new, although I am sure I am missing one. Oh! FeyrexRhys from ACOTAR

14)Lipstick or chapstick I love lipstick but tend to make a mess of it and I almost always have dry lips so a good smelling chapstick is always with me

15)Currently reading Ruin by John Gwynne, it’s the third in the series and I am loving this series

#jamdoughnutmagician #tagged #some fun facts bout me

[paper-stardust]

Tag Games

Thanks @inkinpages for tagging me :)

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

Top three ships: FeyreXRhys, GeraltXYennefer, GhanseyXBlue

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick

Last song: I Like Me Better by Lauv

Last movie: Nightmare Before Christmas

Top three shows: I don’t watch a lot of actual tv shows so I’ll post my top three favorite Let’s Play series. Subnautica with Markiplier, The Witcher 3 with Jesse Cox, and Bloodborne with Game Grumps

So I’ll tag @phoenixtears, @readaroundtheclock @staars-eternal, @highladyofthenightcourt2101

#only if you want to #about me

[hufflepuffgoth]

Do even need to say more? PS for all night court fans give a listen to this song and tell me if you like it! "Alive" by word nerd FeyrexRhys

[lectophile]

So Feyre is 21 years old.

During those 21 years she has:

Almost died helping her family survive harsh winters;

Survived tortures at UTM that included killing innocent Fae in order to save all Fae (which we know traumatized her indefinitely);

Actually died to save Prythian;

Was reborn as an immortal High Fae with the powers of all seven High Lords and is therefore one of the most powerful and threatening/threatened High Fae in Prythian;

Saw her sisters be turned immortal against their will after being taken hostage by her former emotionally abusive lover indirectly due to her own actions;

Was part of an extremely traumatizing war which killed her mate for a couple seconds, her older sister was kidnapped, saw her best friend sacrifice her life as a High Fae to save them all, lost her father unknowingly and when she found out realized that the last time she ever saw or spoke to him was when she was kidnapped by Tamlin, lost hundreds of Illyrian warriors, saw entire territories be decimated, etc.

So, that’s a lot right? I don’t think anyone could disagree, and I feel it’s why a lot of us admire Feyre because she’s been through so much and has still seen the other side.

BUT, now she wants to have a baby.

That’s fine. It’s her choice. But...I feel that her and Rhys deciding to have a baby is a sort of mechanism used to avoid talking about everything that has happened to her the last 2-3 years. 

And I feel like this fandom is full of so many readers that claim to love strong, independent, “not-like-other-girls” female protagonists BUT are upset when those female protagonists don’t eventually fall down the “how a woman’s life should work out” rabbit hole—i.e. be a bad ass, but if you don’t eventually get married and then have children your character’s arc is still incomplete.

Like I seriously enjoyed that Aelin supposedly had years of personal time to heal as well as time to focus on regaining control of her territory and really owning being a Queen for her people and the Fae before she and Rowan had five kids (I think).

And I think it’s kind of ridiculous that Rhys enabled Feyre to rush this so much when she has JUST begun her immortal life. She literally has like 59 more years until she reaches what the Fae consider is adulthood. 59 YEARS. They seriously can’t even wait until then?

I mean maybe it’s because she’s a human at heart and so she has a hard time comprehending that she could literally wait 300 years to have a child and still have over 500 more years with them. I don’t know. Just another personal flaw in SJM’s writing of Feyre which I think deteriorated a possibly phenomenal character development arc.

And I’m not saying she shouldn’t be allowed to settle down, but why can’t she settle down as a woman without kids. Why can’t she just paint for a couple hundred years and work with local communities to better them and build massive estate houses here and there? Why does it have to be: bad ass, mate, marry, build nest, and have babies all within the first 25 years of a possible 1,000 year life span?

#feyre #feyre high lady #feyrug #feyre darling #Sjm #Sjm critical #feyre archeron #feyrearcheron #feyre x rhys #feyrexrhys #rhys x feyre #rhysxfeyre #a court of war and ruin #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of frost and starlight #a court of dreams #a court of nightmares #under the mountain #night court #spring court #prythian

[crescentcitysymphony]

Feyre and Rhys as I imagine them!

Made on Artbreeder and Photoshop

#acotar #acofas #acosf #feyre #feyre cursebreaker #high queen feyre #feyre archeron #feyre x rhysand #feyrexrhys #feyre x rhys #rhys #rhysand #sarahjmaas #sarah j maas #sjm #sarah j. maas #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and embers #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of frost and starlight #acomaf #acowar #a court of wings and ruin

[halfagony-halfh0pe]

Feyre and Rhys are mates, guys. I know it, I feel it in my bones, I smell it in the air.

#acotar #feyrexrhys #a court of thorns and roses #feyre #rhysand #sara j maas #seriously I ship them with my life

[lectophile]

When you learn that the name Tamlin originated from the Scottish folk talk about Tam Lin, a knight forced into the service of a Faerie Queen and saved by a mortal girl.

The more you know.

#acotar #tamlin #feyre #feyre Archeron #sjm #nesta #nesta archeron #acsf #pro nesta #acomaf #acowar #nesta deserves better #feyrexrhys #rhys x feyre #rhysand x feyre