#feyrexrhysand

[bookishfeylin]

I saw in the tags of one of your more recent posts that you couldn't find more pro-Feylin content on AO3. Have you heard of the OTP:True search function? By typing in "otp:true" in the Any Field tag when you look for Feyre Archeron/Tamlin fics (or for any pair, really), the search function will filter out any fics that don't feature Feylin as a pair. Basically it filters out the Feylin tag if it's in second place or further back, especially if Feysand tags are in first place.

The upside is that it worked! There was only one "unhappy ending" fic I saw for Feylin, but the author made it clear Rhysand was not part of it. The downside of this experiment is that there are only 16 fics according to my search results. :( But now you can this tip to find whatever OTP pair you want. :)

Thank you! I hadn't really heard of that trick before, but I've found an unfinished Feylin fics (and a few short fics that have since been deleted) that were also tagged FeyrexRhysand, so... it's rough

#ask #acotar

[notproofread]

A Court of Mist and Fury

or The Beginning of the End

hi & hello fellow book-lovers and/or fans of the ACOTAR/ACOMAF-series. I have recently finished A Court of Mist and Fury and can't stop thinking about a bunch of different aspects of the story. So after three days of contemplation I have finally decided to blast my thoughts out onto tumblr just to get them out of my brain. You are more than welcomed to read through them & interact with them in any way you like, but please bear in mind that these are my personal opinions & that I do not have to agree with you. (and this should go without saying but I am not hating on Sarah J. Maas). It's just what I thought while and after reading it. So don't expect something too based here but still read it to the end hehe :)

Let's start with some characters shall we? How about our High Lord of the Spring Court first, since I know that he is not liked by many lol So Tamlin, right...

...why does he turn to be the evil guy even before the third part of ACOMAF?

He broke as well Under the Mountain, probably even before because of having to risk his entire court to find a woman who could help him lift the curse but why does Tamlin not get the chance to heal like Feyre and/or Rhysand? He has done some dumb shit, i'll admit, and definitely treated Feyre wrong in so many ways before Rhys took her away. But why does he not get a chance to redeem himself? Why are his actions immediately labeled as bad when he is just as broken as many other characters in this book, when literally his whole character in the first book had been labeled as a protective person who had already lost so much in his life? I DONT WANT TO EXCUSE HIS BEHAVIOUR IN ACOMAF but isn't it to be expected that someone who is protective, broken and traumatised will not always act rationally when fearing something might happen to their loved ones? I guess my main issue here is that Rhysand (the best man in the entire series btw go argue with a wall), an equally traumatised, broken, protective person, gets to have healing moments, happiness and a found family (we love to see it, you go king) but the same attributes make Tamlin the bad guy.

Like from a plot-standpoint I totally get making him side with the enemy but wouldn't it have been way more impactful if it was out of actual hate towards Feyre and/or Rhysand? We as readers get told that Tamlin & Rhys do not like each other but throughout the main part of the book it mostly seems like Tamlin is not intervening at all (except for sending Lucien once after what feels like months?). If he was so heavily and undyingly in love with Feyre wouldn't there have been more attempts in various ways? It makes his appearance as a "traitor" seem so weak because we have not heard from him after the locked-in incident and Feyre's arrival at the Night Court. In fact I have completely forgotten about him after a few chapters and just got reminded when Feyre mentioned him.

I do have to say that I love this take on a love triangle. Feyre is not stuck between Tamlin and Rhysand because it is obvious who the better choice is and she chooses exactly that.

I am extremely interested to see how his character will evolve in the coming books but as for now it just feels like SJM wants to make the reader hate Tamlin to justify FeyrexRhysand even though their interactions alone in comparison to FeyrexTamlin are enough validation for the reader to prefer them (or at least they should if they know what a healthy relationship is). The reader gets enough reason from Feyre and her comparison of the two males already, why are we led to think/feel that Tamlin "slaughtered" Rhysands family, when Rhysand himself said that he doesn't know if Tamlin was part-taking beyond telling his father the location. Slaughtered is such a strong word, especially considering that Feyre goes on a killing spree to save Rhysand mere pages later, indeed slaughtering her enemies... Then she herself is thinking that Under the Mountain changed both her and Tamlin so much, that they were no longer a good fit for each other and I loved that! Show me more of Feyre actually comparing herself before and after Under the Mountain, how Rhysand treats her and what new role he offers her. Why does Tamlin need to be the root of all evil to justify Feyre's new relationship? And when will he get to heal?

#please dont kill me if you dont like him #trauma doesnt excuse actions but it explains them #and it doesnt seem like anyone in the story accepts that when it comes to tamlin #kinda sus #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin #feyre acotar #feyre x tamlin #feyre archeron #rhysand #spring court #acotar #acomaf #night court #sarah j maas

[julemmaes]

Prompt: person A comes home to Person B singing,dancing and just being really happy/laugh-y in the empty house and Person A is just all 🥰🥰😍😍

My Everything - October 5th

Feyre Archeron x Rhysand

THANK YOU GUYS SO SO SO MUCH FOR 500 FOLLOWERS, I LOVE YOU ALL SO FREAKING MUCH IT’S UNBELIEVABLE

A/N: I changed things a little cause it was way too similar to what I wrote for Fenrys/Asterin today and I couldn’t stand to do two things just the same, also, I’m sorry if I’m posting so late but I’ve traveled all day and I couldn’t find any plugs to charge my pc, really hope you guys like this.

One more thing, sorry. I added many of you to my acotar tag list because of the post/au I made about the IC being mean to Nesta and lots of the comments said that Rhys and the rest of their group aren’t your favs and bla bla bla, what I ask you is, if you are one of those who really cannot even read about Feysand cause *gag*, please refrain from leaving a “bad” comment on the characters.

Word count: 1,475

Rhysand was still in the shower sitting on the ground, taking the soap out of his hair, when he heard the door of the house open and the lively and amused laughter of his daughter and wife. He smiled instinctively when he heard Adelaide calling him from the other room.

"Honey, I'm in the bathroom," he screamed loud enough so she could hear it. He heard Feyre say something to the little girl, but he couldn't distinguish the words under the jet of water.

He heard someone running, laughing excitedly and slamming on the door. He laughed, knowing exaclty what had just happened. He was used to lock the bathroom door, although he hadn't lived with Cassian and Azriel for many years he was always afraid that they might come in and disturb his lazy showers.

And once their daughter was born, this habit seemed to have returned to him, as Adelaide had absolutely no idea what privacy meant.

Feyre let her into the bathroom with her as much as she wanted, Rhysand was more hesitant about the invasion of his personal space.

"Dada! The door is closed," said Adelaide in an annoyed voice. Rhysand chuckled again, standing up. His mood was already improving dramatically since he returned from work just thirty minutes ago.

"Of course it's closed, honey, I didn't want your mother to ambush me while I was showering," he joked, finishing off. He waited for his daughter to answer and when no joke came he wrinkled his forehead. He heard the door move again and then fingers popped out from under the door. He smiled, walking to the door and bent over on the floor, touching his daughter's fingers. She immediately took her hand away, screaming amusedly. They played that silly game for a little while longer, before Feyre yelled, "Ade leave your dad alone and go pack your backpack for tomorrow!"

Rhysand laughed when he heard Adelaide complainin. Feyre just told her that if she didn't pack her schoolbag at that time, the next day she wouldn't have the toys she wanted at kindergarten and Rhysand heard her gasp. And then Adelaide's hand popped out again under the door, her fingers moving upwards, "Bye daddy, I have to go do something important," he squeezed her fingers, smiling and looking up at the ceiling, shaking his head, "Sure, see you later."

He heard her running down the corridor and imagined her black ponytails flying behind her.

He returned to the sink, looking in the mirror and deciding at that moment he needed to shave. He turned on the electric razor and heard someone knocking at the door. He closed his eyes sighing, "What's wrong?"

"I just wanted to know if everything was alright."

It was Feyre.

Rhysand leaned against the sink, nodding and convincing himself more than his wife, "Yes, alright. I'll tell you later."

He heard Feyre move against the door, "If you have something to tell me, it means it's not alright." a pause and then the handle moved, "Come on, let me in."

"No, really, nothing serious." he reassured her, "And besides, if I let you in, we have to let Ade in too, and I don't feel like talking about work in front of her."

"Yeah, I know." she sounded down, but Rhysand knew it wasn't because he wasn't letting her in, more because she couldn't comfort him now. "I see you made dinner, thank you." she added.

"No need to thank me Feyre, you do it every night." he chuckled.

He heard her yawn, "And you thank me every night, so I can thank you too."

Their quarrel ended there, as Adelaide was calling her mother loudly, unable to find her favorite toy car.

Rhysand allowed himself to stay in the bathroom for a few more minutes, enjoying the steam from the shower and letting his hair dry without the need for a hair dryer. It was hot enough that he wouldn't risk catching a cold if he didn't.

He came out of the bathroom and headed into his room, trying not to make any noise and attract his daughter's attention. He managed to get dressed quickly and tiptoed to the kitchen, where his intention was to scare his girls, but once he got to the door he froze. Heart in his throat.

Feyre was holding Adelaide in her arms and they were dancing hugging. His daughter's head bent back in a carefree laugh. His wife was moving her hands on her sides as Ade tried in every way to free herself. As soon as Feyre stopped tickling her, she turned to Rhysand and screamed excitedly, throwing herself at her father.

He took her mid-air when she jumped up, clutching both hands to his arms and flew her into the air, covering her with kisses and continuing the torture that Feyre had begun.

He couldn't remember the title of the song, but he knew the words by heart, and when the chorus arrived, Feyre joined them, hugging his daughter from behind and leaning forward to kiss Rhysand on the lips. They looked into each other's eyes and those of her shone with emotion when they both sang, shifting their attention to Adelaide.

I'll give you everything I have

I'll teach you everything I know

I promise I'll do better

Adelaide stopped squirming, bending over backwards and placing her chubby little hands on her mother's cheeks. Feyre smiled at her and made funny grimaces that made their child laugh. Rhysand held her tightly on his chest. She could feel Feyre's warmth so close to hers that it merged with Adelaide's.

They sang at the top of their lungs and at a certain point they were joined by the little one, taking Rhysand's ears in their hands and squeezing them.

Cause you are loved

You are loved more than you know

It almost made him cry when towards the end of the song, Feyre put her arms around his hips and began to swing, moving slowly. He looked at her again, leaning forward and leaving a kiss on those rosy, perfect lips.

"Dada I want a kiss too!" shouted Adelaide, taking his face in her hands and making him turn towards her. Feyre laughed, shaking her head and squeezing his side, "I don't think so. He is all mine." Rhysand laughed with her and whitened immediately afterwards as he heard Feyre's words, "You must find your beautiful man to make children with, I have worked so hard to win your father's heart."

Adelaide sulked and squeezed her father's cheeks. Before she could speak, Rhysand had covered her mouth with one hand, a hand that was big enough to cover most of her nose and neck. He looked her straight in the eyes and with a very serious expression, "You don't have to find anything at all. You are all mine," he said to her, kissing her forehead, "Don't listen to your mother," he specified, "and she didn't have to do anything at all, this slacker here, I had to fight to make your mother marry me."

Feyre giggled, taking Adelaide from his arms, "And yet, the day will come when you will find someone as beautiful as your father and marry him and give us many beautiful grandchildren." she looked at him with an amused expression, making fun of him.

"Ade, don't you dare listen to her."

Their daughter seemed unaware of that little bickering between her parents, but she didn't mind being passed from the arms of one to the other, receiving many loving kisses.

Feyre looked at him shaking her head, "Is everything alright?" she asked him, worrying that he wasn't getting any better. Rhysand nodded, "Are you sure?" she asked, just in case he was lying. He approached her, rubbing his nose against hers, "Sure. You are my everything, and you both seem more than alright."

Feyre snorted, "That was so lame."

"But you like me all the same." she nodded, despite herself.

They ate on the couch that evening, hugging each other, then put on a cartoon. One of those cartoons that Feyre hated so much, full of useless and morbid songs. Songs that seemed to drive her daughter and especially her husband crazy, who never complained about how many times Adelaide wanted to see a movie over and over again.

Feyre had parted from the other two for a moment to clean up the kitchen and when she returned she found them both lying on the floor on the carpet. Adelaide was lying entirely on her father's chest, who wrapped her with his arms. She decided not to wake her family up, both of them looking more than at peace with themselves, and she lay down on the sofa next to them, placing one hand on her daughter's back and falling asleep shortly afterwards.

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[feysanded]

rhysand helping feyre put pins in her braid while they get ready to go to the court of nightmares. if that’s not domesticated enough for you, then get out. 

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[aelin-and-feyre]

Just Pretend?

Requested by @evilqueen729 69: “Just pretend to be my date”.  

Feysand - modern au, Nessian wedding

"Come on, Feyre, please?" Rhys begs, catching Feyre off guard for a good two seconds, seeing a grown, strong man begging. She quickly recovers, however, flipping her hair as she studies her dress in the mirror.

"Don't come crying to me last minute, Rhysand, you should have figured out this problem a long time ago." Feyre answers, intent not to ever agree to any deal involving Rhysand Night, her outspoken enemy but somehow the best friend of her sister's fiancee.

She is about to walk away from him when Rhys steps into her path, hands raised to stop her from going anywhere. "You don't understand, Cassian just told me that she was invited, and I was planning on going solo tonight but now, that's not possible unless we want there to be a scene."

Feyre puts her hands on her hips. "Just get any other girl to pretend to be your girlfriend for the night, I'm sure there are at least ten listening at the door right now, eager for the chance." She comments bitterly.

Rhys doesn't even glance away from her eyes. "That's the point. With you, there are no expectations, just pretend. Please, Feyre," He literally gets on his knees. "I'm on my knees, begging you. Just pretend to be my date. One night."

Feyre studies him for a few moments, weighing the pros and cons. It would keep potential creeps away from her, but would also ward off any cute guys that might notice her as maid of honor. It would also be feeding into the best man screws maid of honor stereotype, but she would love to see the look on the other girls' faces when they saw them walk in together, as a couple. Not to mention it would be hilarious to see the reaction of this crazy ex-girlfriend of his.

Finally, Feyre sighs. "One night, Rhysand, and I'm not sleeping with you either, so don't even think about it."

A brilliant smile lights up Rhys' face and Feyre can't help but feel that this is a terrible idea.

The ceremony was beautiful, Nesta was breathtaking and Cassian was indeed, breathless. Feyre's not sure he stopped smiling the entire time. Nesta is happy and that's all that matters to Feyre.

Pictures went quickly, as Nesta was impatient and Cassian was inclined to give her anything she wanted no matter what. When they get to the reception hall, Rhys wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him and putting his lips to the side of her head as if he's giving her a kiss. "Show time, darling."

Discreetly, Feyre elbows his side. "Don't make me regret this, Rhysand." She warns.

Rhys turns back as they get into the line for the bridal party grand entrance. "You might want to start calling me Rhys, as that’s what my friends call me."

Elain and Azriel are introduced and Feyre and Rhys step up behind them, his fingers laced through hers. Feyre never thought she would be in this position, walking into a wedding reception next to Rhysand Night. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, his hand is extremely comfortable in hers. Before they go in, she quickly reminds herself that everything that happens tonight is just pretend.

"The maid of honor and best man, Feyre and Rhysand!" The announcer proclaims, cueing the two of them to step into the room as all eyes turn to see. A beat starts playing and Rhys takes control, twirling her multiple times while they weave through the tables, stopping in the middle of the room to dip her deeply and then pull her close to him. She doesn't fail to notice that his eyes never leave hers.  

People clap and whoop, Feyre's cheeks heating when she breaks her gaze from his and looks around, smiling at the attendees. They walk hand in hand to the head table, sitting in their designated spots while Cassian and Nesta make their own grand entrance.

When Nesta sits down next to her, her sister's own cheeks are flushed, breathing uneven. It doesn't help the situation when the whole room starts clinking their utensils against their glasses and Cassian gently takes Nesta's face in both his hands and kisses her. They smile at each other when they pull away and Feyre feels her heart melt. Nesta hasn’t been this happy in a long time.

The food is brought out shortly after, absolutely delicious of course, but the entire meal, Feyre can feel Rhys' eyes on her, and knows he's trying to get her attention from across the bride and groom. Halfway through her steak, she finally decides to actually play her part and sends a sultry glance his way, actually catching him off guard. Rhys smiles back, winking at her, something Nesta doesn't fail to notice.

The eldest Archeron sister glances at Feyre in a silent question. "I'll tell you later. Just enjoy your day." Nesta easily agrees and goes back to her food. When Feyre glances back at Rhys, his face is pale, staring somewhere in the sea of round tables at something, or someone, she can't pinpoint. Feyre grits her teeth and sighs, knowing this is what she agreed to, and swears to make Rhys pay through the nose.

After dabbing her mouth a couple times, Feyre stands from her chair and walks over to the back of Rhys'. She leans down and drapes her arms around his shoulders, smiling as she whispers in his ear. "Come with me to get a drink, darling?"

Rhysand instantly relaxes, a small smile replacing the frown from before. He takes the hand that's resting on his chest and stands up, wrapping an arm around her waist so they can walk to the bar together. His eyes focus on her completely as they walk, though he easily makes his ways through the maze of tables without even looking. Most people are so engrossed in their own conversations and meals that no one looks up as they pass, perhaps except the pair of eyes that this whole show is for.

"Is she looking at us?" Feyre mutters under her breath, but peeking up at him through her eyelashes.

Rhys' smile tightens. "Most likely." He replies. They reach the bar, Rhys leaning an arm against it and ordering their drinks. She leans next to him, facing each other, and Rhysand takes the opportunity to reach over and push a strand of hair behind her ear. Feyre, far too easily for her liking, makes herself blush at the gesture.

The drinks are placed next to them but Feyre finds herself too entranced in his gaze to notice. "Thank you for doing this, Feyre." Rhys finally breaks the tense silence.

"You know you owe me, though, right? Big time." She reminds.

"Oh, yes, I know." He hands her the drink and takes a sip of his own.

To try and win back some of her conscience, Feyre decides to change the topic. "So where is she?" Glancing around the collected guests, she can't pinpoint any one girl that looks awful enough for Rhys to have gotten on his knees to be warded from. 

"One of the tables in the back." He replies, then glances at the DJ stand. "Hey, we should go request a song for later, and soon or else we'll have to wait forever to get it played." He grabs her hand and Feyre has to scramble to set her drink down before it falls. 

They get to the DJ and Rhys requests a song. While looking around for Rhysand's ex, Feyre notices that there are a number of girls here who are continuously glancing their way. Another glance at the attendees makes Feyre realize that she can have a lot of fun with this deal. 

She glances back at Rhys, who is still quietly conversing with the DJ. It's no secret that he is definitely the most attractive guy here, might be the most attractive guy in Prythian, and she gets to rub it in all these stuck up girl's faces that she get's to be on his arm tonight, even if it's fake. She's always hated her sister's friends, and this is the perfect way to finally show them up. 

When Rhysand is done talking, Feyre makes a bold choice. She grasps his arm and pulls him down so she can whisper in his ear. "Change of plans, Rhysand. I'll play your girlfriend, but everything is my choice, I make the decisions tonight and you play along, got it?" Rhys' eyes widen comically before he recovers himself and smirks, turning his head to look at her and nodding. 

Plans are easily forming in Feyre's mind. She bites her lip, takes his hand, and starts guiding him towards the door. A glance back at the head table reveals that Nesta has barely noticed she is gone, too preoccupied in Cassian's eyes. Feyre makes a promise to herself that no matter what she does tonight with Rhys, she can't ruin her sister's big day. 

A little less than ten minutes later, Feyre and Rhys re-enter the reception room and half a dozen eyes snap to look at them, scanning their slightly disheveled clothes and Rhys' messed up hair, Feyre's own handiwork. Half a dozen pairs of eyes flick to Feyre, some with impressed expressions while others are more sinister. 

Feyre and Rhys smile at each other slyly, an unspoken innuendo to anyone else, however they both knew that the look was purely between associates in a scheme. In reality, nothing romantic or elicit had happened when they left, as many people in the room now assumed as they noticed them heading back to their table. 

Feyre had expertly messed up his hair just enough to look like it had been pulled with considerable passion, had smudged her lipstick and placed a bit on his own lips - which had been more than a little awkward - and let one of the straps on her shoulder fall when she walked in, which she promptly fixed once enough people had noticed it. Rhys had also loosened his tie just a touch to add to the affect and then they had waited, talking quietly for a couple minutes until Feyre had decided they had been gone for enough time to encourage the appropriate response. 

The whole time they had talked, Rhysand had looked at her with a weird expression that Feyre took as gratitude. This was definitely going to make any ex-girlfriend very wary of approaching a man so obviously involved with another woman. He ought to be grateful for her efforts. 

When they passed the bar, Feyre grabbed a water bottle, giving it to Nesta when they got back to the head table who looked at her thankfully. Her sister hadn't even noticed they were gone. Rhys meets her eye and notices as well, shaking his head at the humor of it. 

"Hey, Elain," Feyre turns to her other sister on her right. "How's your dinner tasting?"

"Oh, absolutely delicious Feyre, how's Rhysand tasting?" If Feyre had been drinking something, she would have spit it out at this moment, and then she would have taken another sip just to spit it out again. Elain had literally just said that and Feyre could not believe her ears. Elain let out a laugh. "Why didn't you tell me you are Rhys were a thing? I thought you hated him!" 

Feyre sputtered, unable to find the words. Elain kept speaking though. "Would you like to sit by him? I wanted to go talk to Lucien anyway, I can offer Rhys the opprotunity to sit here for a while in my stead." Feyre could only manage a nod. So Elain stood up, making sure her long, flowery dress wouldn't get caught, and then walked over to Feyre's fake-boyfriend and gave up her spot. 

Rhys smiles and thanks Elain, standing to change his seating arrangement. "How did you convince her?" He wonders as he sits. 

Feyre shakes her head, trying to get rid of her shock. "She just gave it up once she noticed that you and I are together." Rhysand laughs, successfully shaking Feyre from her stupor finally. 

She reaches over and grabs his hand, bringing it into her lap. His arm stiffens for a split second and then he relaxes, letting her guide his hand until it's resting on her thigh. Then, she leans over and whispers, "Don't tone down the fact that your hand is very close to me... it'll drive her wild." 

She felt Rhys' grip on her leg tighten but his lips stretched into a grin, as if she'd just whispered something incredibly dirty to him. "Good, boy, now don't freak out." She whispers again and lets her lips touch the shell of his ear, looking very intimate to outsiders... and very intimate to her as well.

What the fuck am I doing? 

Feyre honestly isn't sure what has gotten into her, and as she draws away from a shuddering Rhysand, she realizes she doesn't particularly care. Her heart is racing wildly, and she's having a hard time keeping the facade of being turned on, a facade.

It's alright as long as you keep a level head. Don't have anything alcoholic to drink and don't do anything irrational. It’s all just pretend.

So instead of escalating the public display of intimacy as she had planned, Feyre instead rests her chin on her hand and turns to Rhys, giving him an appreciative look and batting her eyelashes. As they talk, Rhys' hand slowly, in incredibly tiny increments, sneaks it's way up her thigh until it's only a couple inches from her center. To her infinite surprise, Feyre doesn't stop it's assent, though she tells herself every time it moves that she will halt it's advance next time. 

Thankfully, the DJ announces the bride and groom's first dance and saves Feyre from having to follow through on her promise. Not breaking eye contact, Rhys removes his hand with a small caress and then turns to clap as Nesta and Cassian enter the dance floor. Feyre catches Elain’s eye from the other side of the room and her sister winks at her suggestively, her own arm slung through Lucien's. Feyre's not sure what has gotten into her sister either. 

Nesta and Cassian dance beautifully, their eyes never leaving each other, and Feyre can't help feeling jealous. Maybe that's why she's acting this way, same with Elain. The two unmarried Archerons feel vulnerable and alone tonight, and two men are happy to fill the gaps. 

When the song finishes, the floor is open for anyone to join, and Rhysand stands, offering his hand to her. "Dance with me?" He asks, arching an eyebrow. 

"I'd be delighted." They start to make their way to the dance floor when something catches Rhys' eye and his whole body tightens. 

"What's wrong, Rhys?" Feyre asks, trying to keep her tone flirty and seductive. 

"She's coming this way, Feyre, what do we do?" He mutters, and Feyre has to make a split second decision. 

Without even looking for the girl who is the cause of all this, Feyre steps in front of Rhys, facing him, and slings her arms around his neck. His eyes widen a fraction. "Just relax." She murmurs, and then steps onto her tiptoes, closes her eyes, and presses her lips to his. 

If Rhys is surprised, he does a good job not showing it, as he easily slides his arms around her waist and pulls her flush against him, perhaps a little too close for polite company, but that's the point. Though she should, Feyre can't find herself able to pull away from the feeling of his soft lips moving against hers, nor can she find it in herself to regret her decision as she sinks deeper into his form. 

"Mmm," Feyre hums as Rhys is the one to finally pull away, resting his forehead against hers and breathing slightly heavily.

"Wow." He gasps, catching his breath.

Feyre smirks, looking at him through her eyelashes. "Wow, indeed, who knew Rhysand Night could kiss like that?" Her hand somehow finds it's way onto the back of his head and she gently scrapes her nails through his hair. Rhys practically purrs in response. 

"We should get on the dance floor." He says hoarsely, finally pulling away in an attempt to not kiss her again, for sure. 

Feyre, now that she's no longer pressed against him, finds her mind and looks around. It’s just pretend. "Is she gone?" 

"Turned right around as soon as you lips met mine." He confirms. Feyre feels a little smug that he could have pulled away then right away, but kept kissing her instead, and then she remembers that this is all fake. Just pretend. Nothing more. 

"Good, then let's go." She pulls him, rather roughly, into the small throng of people dancing and attempts to lose herself to the music, a much more safe alternative to his eyes. 

When the music slows down, Feyre is separated from Rhys and spots him a couple yards away, about to be approached by a few different girls for a dance. "Rhys!" She calls and his eyes immediately snap to hers, a smile breaking across his face as he completely ignores the other girls and makes his way promptly over to her. "You're about to get mauled by at least three girls in their fight over you so you better put your hands on my hips right now."

He does as he is told and she slings her arms easily around his neck, beginning to sway with the beat. His thumbs stroke her sides as he studies her, Feyre tries to get lost in the music again but fails. "Why are you doing this?" Rhysand asks quietly at last.

"Because you asked me to?" Feyre responds, not sure where this is going."No, I mean, you could have simply walked in here with me and held my hand a little to show I was taken, but instead... Why?" He wonders.

Feyre inclines her head a bit to the side, indicating the girls sitting in chairs at tables around the perimeter of the dance floor, still looking longingly at Rhys. "My sister's friends are bitches, it's nice to see them knocked down a few pegs by seeing me with the hottest guy in the room." She answers truthfully, though it may not be the whole truth. She shrugs. "And, I don't know, with Nesta getting married, it kinda makes me realize that I don't have that, and probably won't have that for a really long time, so it's nice to pretend for the night, y'know?"

Rhys nods, pulling her closer so his hands rest on the small of her back. "It doesn't have to be a really long time, Feyre." He says, searching her eyes. 

Feyre lets out a short laugh. "What, feeling like a matchmaker right now, Rhys? Or are you offering yourself? I said you're hot but it doesn't mean I want a relationship with you. Besides - "

"There is no ex-girlfriend, Feyre." Rhysand suddenly bursts. 

"What?" Feyre stops swaying.

He takes a deep breath. "None of the girls at this wedding were once my girlfriend, it was all just a ruse so that I could spend the night with you." 

Feyre stops breathing, taking his hand wordlessly and leading them off the dance floor, out of the reception hall, and into a little alcove. "Explain." She demands shortly.

"I'm sorry, I just thought it could be a nice, innocent way of spending more time with you without you yelling at me every two seconds. I just wanted to be able to dance and talk and pretend for a night because, Cauldron, Feyre, I like you, a lot. And with Cassian getting married, especially to your sister, I wanted the chance to show it. And then you took over and I just went with it and I'm sorry for that too, I should have stopped it before it went as far as it did-"

Feyre can't take it anymore. She cuts off his rambling by doing the thing that she had failed to stop thinking about the whole time she was dancing and presses her lips to his in a fierce kiss. Rhys stumbles back but regains his footing quickly, wrapping his arms firmly around her middle like a vice, her own hands making their way to his hair.

When she finally pulls away, in need of air, Rhys tries to apologize again so she pecks his lips once more. Rhysand finally shuts up after that, staring at her with wide eyes.She disentangles herself from his arms and drags a hand down her face. "Okay. Okay, fine, that's new knowledge, huh." She mumbles, pacing slightly in front of a stunned Rhysand. 

“Feyre, please. Be with me.” He begs, the second time Feyre has seen his beg in the last day. 

She thinks for a good five minutes, making Rhys anxious. "What the hell. Fine." She finally turns to him. "Somehow, I'm incredibly attracted to you. So fine, we can try. I'm not promising you anything though because I did hate you at the beginning of the night but I'm willing to try." 

Rhys' answering smile is almost blinding as he surges forward and places a sweet kiss to her still tingling lips. "You won't regret this, Feyre, I promise." He whispers against her mouth, his hands lightly grasping the sides of her face.

 She allows a small smile to grace her features and smacks him on the shoulder, pulling out of his hold. "I better not. I can not believe you made up a fake girl!" Inside the reception hall, the music shift and Feyre gasps. "I love this song!"

"I know, that's why I requested it. Care to dance with me? No pretending this time?" He holds out his hand. 

Feyre sees Nesta and Cassian still dancing together, the white gown flowing beautifully with the multicolored lights. She also spots Elain and Lucien smiling at each other by the bar, drinking and conversing quietly. The bride is happy, her sister is content, so Feyre finally puts her hand in Rhys' and decides to throw caution to the wind. "No more pretending."

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[whatever-df]

Rhysand ❤️❤️❤️#acowar #rhysand #feyre #feysand #feyrexrhysand

#rhysand #feysand #acowar #feyrexrhysand #feyre

[dragkingdragon]

ACOTAR re-read Chain

Every one else is re reading acotar, so why can’t I? We all know ACOWAR is coming out in 15 days (YAAAASSSS) so might as well re read the series to re catch up on things!

#ACOTAR #REREAD #SO SAD #acowar #acomaf #sjm #Sarah J Maas #FeyrexRhysand #Feysand #Ew tamlin the tool

[awkward-finger-guns]

what are your top 3 OTPs

percabeth (percyXannabeth, PJO)

destiel (deanXcastiel, supernatural)

feyshand (I think thats how its spelled?) (feyreXrhysand, ACOTAR)

[maas-passion]

Aries: RowanxAelin

Taurus: ElainxAzriel

Gemini: LysandraxAedion

Cancer: FeyrexRhysand

Leo: NestaxCassian

Virgo: ElidexLorcan

Libra: ChaolxYrene

Scorpio: ManonxDorian

Sagittarius: FenrysxDorian

Capricorn: Asterin x Her Hunter

Aquarius: ElainxLucien

Pieces: ChaolxDorian

#ships #ship wars #acotar #tog #textpost #zodiac #zodiac memes #feysand #rowaelin #manorian #elriel #elucien #ishipit #crackship #nessian

[ao3feed-acotar]

My Love Will Never Die

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2P1GxzC

by imaginemotherofdragons

From the anon tumblr prompt "I'd give my left toes for some FeyrexRhysand angst"

Title from the Hozier song by the same name

Words: 453, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of ACOTAR prompts

Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Feyre Archeron, Rhysand (ACoTaR)

Relationships: Feyre Archeron/Rhysand

Additional Tags: Angst, ngl this one is kinda sad folks, Drabble, Tumblr Prompt, feysand

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2P1GxzC

#ao3feed #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[ladyofthefanart]

Hey!! This is kinda out there but I saw your post about not wanting to read ACOMAF and I totally get it but as someone who read the two within one week, it is so so so worth it...I'm not a fan of love triangles and I can say with certainty that past like, the first few chapters, it is not at all

I....I mean, maybe one day I will read it. I know that after the first bit of book two, there's no love triangle at all and it's just straight FeyreXRhysand. I know the entire plot, I looked it up. But I just....eeeeehhhh....The story has so many parallels with two OCs of mine in terms of character personalities and I'm kind of...not delighted with the character assassination Tamlin gets hit with, especially since (from what I've read in Book One) it seems soooo OOC. Now of course I can't speak because I haven't READ the second book. And looking back on Tamlin's behavior during the trials, I mean, I GUESS I could see him winding up the way he does but...it feels forced to me right now. And I really, really enjoyed the purity of the relationship and story and the refreshing and original twist on a tale as old as time, and I feel at the moment like the second book went and ruined a good thing. One day. But I do appreciate the message! I think it's more that I need to break away from my emotional investment in FeyreXTamlin and set it aside for a while before reading book two.

[the-odd-aardvadillo]

I have been tagged!

Tagged by: @zerotounfinity

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know better.

Relationship Status: Actually engaged to the wonderful boof ^_^ but would totally not say no to a girlfriend...

Lipstick or Chapstick: I’m gonna have to say Chapstick, cause as much as I do enjoy lipstick here and there I HAVE to have Chapstick on me at all times

Last song I listened to: Now I haven’t played music in like three days since I’ve been on a mini vacation. But it was either a Sia song or Straight Outta Vagina by Pussy Riot 

Last movie I watched: The Secret Life Of Pets

Top 3 shows: I hate top three and favorite questions with a passion as I have lots of love for many things so I am going to follow in @zerotounfinity‘s footsteps and tell you what I am currently watching which is Hawaii 5-0, The Grand Tour, Yuri!!! On Ice

Top 3 characters: Ugh so many but I will try. Murtagh, Feyre, Captain America, and Harley Quinn. I know that’s four bite me.

Top 3 ships: Jeanmarco, Victuuri, FeyrexRhysand. There are many more but like I love these three so damn much

Now for the tagging. @jamdoughnutmagician, @und1ne-prince, @rylynneslandofmakebelieve, @bb8isbbgr8, @answrs, @youngtiredandhungry, @ferretphobos, @radical-eli, @a--sleepingbear

If I tagged you and you don’t want to do it no worries ^_^

[julemmaes]

i was re-reading acofas because yes, i desperately needed a break from eos (you can easily understand why) and i got to this point and i was shocked.

i didn't remember this conversation at all, not even the fact that feyre wanted to get her tattoos changed into the night court insignia, but that is not what made me stop reading.

it was that rhysand, this brave handsome man who gave everything, even his life, to save his mate and the world, who literally spend fifty years of his life being tortured and abused just to see feyre being killed in front of him and being tortured as well. rhysand, who gave every part of his soul to her.

it was that this king, despite everything, could think that he wasn't worth it. that he was not enough for her to spend the rest of her life with someone like him.

it was the fact that he thought she might one day change her mind and he wanted her to think about the "consequences" having those tattoos would bring.

AND I'M NOT HERE TO ACCEPT THIS SHIT- NOT EVEN A DAMN BIT OF IT

#rhysand #feyre archeron #feyre #feysand #feyrexrhysand #rhysandxfeyre #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruins #a court of frost and starlight #sarah j maas #maas #acotar series

[feysanded]

If he was the sweet, terrifying darkness, I was the glittering light that only his shadows could make clear.

Feyre, A Court of Wings and Ruin

#acotar #acowar #a court of wings and ruin #acowar spoilers #feyre #quotes #feyrexrhysand

[aelin-and-feyre]

Cuddles

Requested by @the-bookish-soul 126: “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…” 127: “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

Feysand - simply domestic fluff, modern au

Rhysand sighed as he settled back into the couch with a glass of water in one hand and the tv remote in the other. He had just gotten home from work and is looking forward to spending the night with his wife.

His ears perk up when the sound of the elevator dinging comes through their thick apartment door. A small smile finds it’s way onto his lips as he sets his drink on the coffee table and stands to greet Feyre.

Her footsteps are heavy as she tromps down the hallway and Rhys’ brow crinkles slightly. He becomes even more worried when he hears her pause outside the door and take a shuddering, deep breath. The sound of a key turning and clicking rings in his ears and he is already walking towards the door, arms prepared to envelope her in comfort.

She barely takes one step across the threshold and he’s there, one hand cupping the back of her head and the other resting on the small of her back, pulling her towards him. Feyre drops her bag and physically sags into him, fisting her hands in the back of his t-shirt and burying her face in his chest.

She breathes him in, her hands relaxing a bit as she breathes out, placing a light kiss on his chest. Rhys runs a hand through her hair as she looks up at him, resting her chin where her forehead used to be.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He wonders, cupping the side of her face in his palm.

Feyre sighs, fingers clenching and unclenching in his shirt, eyes searching his. “Nothing, I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”

Rhys smiles. “I think that could be arranged. Do you want some dinner first?”

She pulls away from his embrace and Rhys helps her out of her coat, hanging it up on the rack and then following her into the kitchen. “Depends. What are you making?”

Rhysand smirks, darting forward suddenly and grasping her hips, then hoisting her up to sit on the edge of the counter. He slides into the space between her knees. “Anything you want.”

His forehead resting against hers, his hands still playing at her sides, and his violet eyes staring deeply into her own, Feyre lets out a relaxed sigh. “Mmh, Chinese?”

Rhys chuckles, reaching around her to grab the phone. “Chinese, it is.” He declares, punching in the number they both know by heart. He walks a couple paces away while he places the order, but keeps his eyes on Feyre, whose shoulders are once again tense.

She glances about their kitchen warily, eyes stopping on seemingly random places and Rhys has to concentrate to finish the phone conversation instead of getting swept up in his wife’s thoughts. He can usually read her extremely easily, but tonight her guards are up high enough even he can’t see over them.

Once he hangs up the phone, Rhys goes straight for the fridge, opening it up and scouring through their various selection of alcohol. “Is tonight a wine, martini, or vodka night, darling?”

"Um, I've actually been thinking about orange juice all day, could I get some of that please?" Feyre asks from her perch on the counter. Rhys raises an eyebrow but doesn't question her further as he grabs the orange bottle and pours her a glass.

"Here you are, my love." He hands her the drink and then starts mixing his own. "Do you want to talk about your day?"

Feyre sighs, Rhys hearing as she sets her glass down. He continues to shake and pour, feigning nonchalance even though he's itching to know what is making her act like this. "Not really. Work was just really rough today and Mor and I got together for lunch and drama erupted from that. I've also had this raging headache. All of it combined has made me extremely crabby and impatient. Everything just kinda stacked up."

He knows she's not telling him everything but also understands that she will tell him when she wants to. He takes a sip of his drink as he turns around and leans back, studying her. "Thank you for the warning, and we don't have to talk about your troubles for the rest of the night. Did you take some medicine for your headache?" Feyre nods. "Good, and let's see..." He makes a show of looking her over. "I've gotten you a drink but I believe there was another thing you requested.... Oh yes." Without warning, he slides his arm under her knees and around her back, swiftly lifting her in the air and carrying her towards the living room.

Feyre giggles, grabbing both their drinks before they're too far out of reach and kicking her legs in the air as he walks. When Rhys sits on the couch, he keeps her firmly seated on his lap. Feyre sets the drinks on the table and then links her hands behind his neck expectantly. "I believe you said something about cuddling." He reminded.

Feyre thinks about it for a few seconds, a grin growing as she taps her chin with one finger. "Yes, I believe I said something like that."

"Well then allow me to oblige." With one movement, he has his legs out from under her, and is pressed up against the back of the couch with her laying in front of him. Feyre gasps in a surprise that is short lived when an arm snakes around her waist and pulls her tightly against his chest so as not to fall off the front of the couch. He tangles their legs together and then grabs the blanket that was resting on the arm to drape over the both of them. "Cuddle, cuddle, cuddle." He mumbles into her neck, gripping her tightly.

His wife lets out a laugh that makes Rhys beam with satisfaction. She looks over her shoulder at him and shakes her head. "You are absolutely ridiculous."

Rhys shrugs, a goofy smirk playing on his lips. He nips at her ear, making her shudder. "You love me."

Feyre nods. "I do." She pecks his lips and then turns to look at the tv. Rhys grabs the remote from the crack in the cushions and they surf channels together.

When she has picked a mindless show that she's okay watching, Rhysand sets the remote down and wraps her securely in her arms again. His hand lands on her stomach, stroking idle circles there, feeling Feyre tense and then shiver when his thumb brushes over the strip of bare skin between her shirt and waistband.

They’ve been cuddling for about fifteen minutes when the doorbell rings. Rhys reluctantly disentangles himself from her and walks to the door to receive the food. When he walks back to the living room, Feyre is sitting up, her hands on either side of her head. Rhys is about to rush over and ask what happened but then her hands move, grabbing her hair and piling it on top of her head, a ponytail holding it in place in a bun. He quickly lets his worries drop and brings her dinner.

A couple hours later, after their stomachs are gorged on Chinese food, lots more cuddling, and two awful movies, they decide to retire for the night. Feyre wraps the blanket around her shoulders as they walk to their room, falling onto the bed face first with a groan.

Rhysand chuckles. "You might want to get changed first, darling." He reminds, stripping out of his own clothes until he's left in his boxers. Feyre mumbles incoherently but works to pull her shirt over her head and then shimmy out of her jeans without getting out of the warmth and comfort the bed offers.

Rhys climbs in next to her, and they stare at each other for a little while, content in the silent company or their spouse. When Feyre's eyelids begin to droop, a yawn breaking past her lips, Rhys reaches out a hand to stroke her cheek. She leans into his hold. "You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.” He whispers, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face.

Feyre hums in response, laying her hand over his and dragging them to rest in between their faces. Her eyes open just enough to focus on their intertwined fingers. "Rhys, I have to tell you something else that happened today..." She mumbles, nuzzling her pillow.

"You can tell me in the morning, love, go to sleep." He urges.

Feyre murmurs again, now dragging their hands beneath the blankets. "I love you, Rhys."

"I love you too, Feyre, forever." He responds, knowing she is seconds away from passing out.

Feyre yawns again, surprising Rhys by pulling his hand towards her until it's resting on her stomach. "I hope you love them just as much."

"What?" He gasps, but she's already drifting into a deep sleep.

Her eyes don't even flutter as she whispers, "I'm pregnant."

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[beastlygirl]

Just read the second chapter of a court of mist and fury, and I hate Tamlin with a passion already. He’s possessive and controlling. She's asking him a question and he got jealous over Lucien for a second. He can’t keep it in his pants for a second to answer a question that Feyre has. There is no High Lady, he said. Wtf. So, he thinks that Feyre is supposed to take care of the house and be treated like a prize? Hell no. She’s a person with feelings, and needs to be treated as an equal, not some doll that you can just dress her up and treat her however you like. I’m waiting for Rhysand to rescue her.

#a court of mist and fury #feyrexrhysand #emotional abuse #toxic relationship