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batboyrhyrhy · 11 days

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okay, so at first I thought this was a feysand song (Rhys about Feyre when she’s in the SC)

Buuutttt… I think its also an elriel song (think: az on solstice not being able to stand the smell of elucien’s mating bond)

“I could love you with my eyes closed

Kiss you with a blindfold

Figure you out yeah (mm mmh)

I might hold you with my hands tied

Show you I'm the right guy

To figure you out”

#you know what’s funny? the guy who sings it looks like Tamlin #Spotify #elucien #elriel #Azriel sings #Azriel songs #feysand songs

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the-lonelybarricade · 1 year

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I came across the PERFECT song for feysand in the inn and I'm so excited to share it with all the feysand lovers 😭

it's you put a spell on me by Austin Giorgio

I've been listening to it on repeat and imaging the inn scene and it's just so perfect 🤌🏼

OH!! OH!! OH!

Thank you for sending this to me, this is an immaculate Feysand song 😩 It's so evocative and sexy??? I am obsessed.

It's a matter of time Before I hunt you down Grab your chin And kiss your lips You bring me back I lay you down And grab your hips And we lose all control

Definitely works for the inn scene. It also works fabulously for the mating frenzy or even a Calanmai fic? It's making me think of Bejeweled by @thesistersarcheron 🥵🥵

#ELLE LISTEN TO THIS #I AM FERAL LISTENING TO THIS AND THINKING OF DADDY CHASING HIS PRETTY CRYSTAL THROUGH THE MINES #Feysand #Feysand songs #song recs

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starrbirrd · 2 months

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someone needs to write an ACOTAR next Gen AU where Feyre and Rhysand adopt an Illyrian child and raise them side by side with Nyx only for that child to go forward and lead the Illyrian revolution against the Night Court. It would be tragic regardless of whether Nyx decided to side with his sibling or side with his parents + I just love the idea of the kids growing up and being like "hey our parents are shitty actually"

#i just hear the “let my people go” song in my head rn #someone write this for me I'm too lazy to #bonus points if the kid realizes they were kind of adopted as basically a publicity stunt #or if someone says something hurtful about them never actually being part of the family #i feel like it could get messy and fun really quickly #anti rhysand #anti inner circle #anti acosf #anti acotar #anti sjm #anti feysand

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thisblogisaboutabook · 3 months

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Cowboy Like Me - Part 5

Azriel x Reader

Reader is introduced to the rest of the Inner Circle, Elain included. Azriel feels awkward. Nyx is adorable. Amren does what Amren does best and throws shade.

Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Warnings: suggestive language, alcohol

The “River House” as it was so lovingly referred to was stunning and not a house in the slightest. It was an estate, and a massive one at that. I was able to hide my awe at the size of it upon arriving to the grounds but any mask of indifference disappeared as I stepped inside.

The air inside welcomed me with the aromas of seasoned foods and warm bread. Fresh flowers and art decorated the entry hall of the manor - loving, thoughtful intricacies decorated the attached living area along with cozy furniture and amenities. Somehow the High Lord and High Lady managed to turn this grand estate into a home. The sounds of laughter from another room were enough to tell me that this was a home of love and not the cold, indifferent atmosphere of many in the upper echelon of Prythian.

Before I could explore, Mor grabbed my arm and whisked me up the grand staircase. “Come on! Let’s indulge in the riches of our excursion.” Her full lips spread into a warm smile.

The room - her room - was exactly what I’d picture for the female. It was somehow luxurious if a bit sultry, while warm and welcoming, much like she was. She took my hand, leading me to a large oak vanity. With a flick of her wrist, the pocket realm revealed our spoils. Rummaging through them, Mor pulled out cosmetics from one of the boutiques we’d stopped in. I went to reach for the items but Mor swatted my hand away. “I know you’re capable of doing your own makeup but I believe I’ve got many years of experience on you. Pleaseeee, may I do your makeup? Please, please, please?”

She made a show of the pleading forming a pout on her lips, batting thick eyelashes as if she were a child trying to win over their parents.

I giggled. “Fiiiiine. Do your worst, Morrigan.”

She clapped, letting out a squeal. “Only my best for you, dear.”

An hour later my face was made up - lips painted a sultry red, kohl lightly lining my eyes, my eyelashes so thick that I likely could blink and blow half the estate away. One half of my hair fell over my shoulder in loose waves while the other was pinned back, accentuating my high cheek bones and pointed ears. A gorgeous blue dress that wasn’t too formal for dinner but was definitely a bit…. extra, fit me like an extra layer of skin. Fortunately, if I was overdressed, Mor would be too as she wore the same, only in red.

Gazing in the mirror I had to admit. I did look pretty damned beautiful. The dress hugged my curves perfectly, accentuating my feminine figure.

“Your boobs look AMAZING.” Mor shamelessly exclaimed as she smoothed out the front of her dress before looking down to admire her own cleavage.

“Says you” I smirked. “You look divine.”

“We are quite the double-threat.” She laughed. “Come on, let’s introduce you to the rest of the family and eat. I’m STARVING.”

“It hasn’t been that long since we ate!” I laughed.

“What’s that have to do with anything? Besides, the sooner we eat, the sooner we can break into the expensive wines.”

With that, she extended her arm and led me downstairs.

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Mor led me into a seating area where Nesta was sitting with a female who looked like a softer version of her. Not the High Lady, so this must be the third Archeron sister, Elain.

Mor’s demeanor shifted slightly as we entered the room, walking toward Nesta who looked up from her book to greet me “Hello, Y/N.”

I smiled. “Hello Nesta, I missed having our lesson together today. I’m rather eager to brush up on my ballroom dancing skills soon.”

The silver-eyed female smirked with a hint of amusement that only a trained eye could spot “It’s not you who needs the extra work, it’s the toe-stepper.”

I huffed a small laugh. Her and Mor were so different yet both felt like they could have been good friends in another life, had I been born into this circle.

I turned to the doe-eyed female next to her about to introduce myself when Azriel entered the room gaze fixed on Nesta. “It was one time! You two are never going to let that go, are you?”

Elain tensed as his gaze shifted to her from Nesta, he nodded his head in greeting before turning toward me.

When his eyes met mine, he froze, that intense hazel gaze sweeping from my head to my toes and back up again, twice. I could have sworn his gaze fixed on my chest for a moment before he met my eyes again. “You look…” he paused, then glanced slightly to the side, seemingly remembering who was in the room. “Nice.”

Mor scoffed. “Nice? I know you’re not a male of many words, Az, but nice? I’d go with ethereal, like a goddess, a deity.” She rolled her eyes, scoffing once Mor. “Nice.”

Azriel said nothing as Mor again took my arm, “Come on, Y/N, let’s go speak with people who will appreciate your naturally gorgeous features and my incredible skills in enhancing them.”

A part of me begged to feel disappointment in Azriel’s choice of words but, words meant so little when his eyes said so much. Perhaps he still had a relationship with Elain? Perhaps they didn’t have one but he didn’t want to hurt her? Perhaps he was completely indifferent and… ugh. Again, why does it matter? He’s a colleague and nothing more. He owes me nothing.

Mor and I entered the dining room to find Rhysand, “Rhys” as he told me to call him and the High Lady. “High Lady” I curtsied, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, officially.”

“Hello Y/N,” a soft smile graced her face, her gray-blue eyes fixed softly on me. “It’s nice to have you here. I do remember briefly seeing you during the encounter in the Summer Court but it’s nice to truly meet you.”

“Thank you, High Lady.”

A booming laugh echoed through the room as a broad, tall Illyrian male entered the space, taking up most of the large entryway. Cassian, I recalled. The general of the Night Court’s armies, the fearsome Lord of Bloodshed.

“High Lady? Since when does family dinner have such formality?”

He turned toward me with a wicked grin. “Hi, I’m Cassian. Just Cassian. And you must be my new favorite person - the one who hit Az with that baguette.”

I blushed, hiding a laugh. “It’s nice to meet you, Just Cassian. I’m Y/N.”

Cassian’s eyes lit up at his humor being met by my own cheesy attempt at a joke. “Az didn’t tell me you were so….” His cheeks puffed as he blew out air “So…” with both palms extended, he gestured to me in an up and downward motion. Clearly my figure was not lost on him. Under typical circumstances, this would have been awkward but I could sense that this was, well, just Cassian.

“Oh good gods.” Mor muttered. “You males are truly terrible at complimenting an attractive female.”

Rhys mocked offense, striding up to me only halting a step away. “Y/N, darling. You look exquisite.” then proceeded to take my hand and press a kiss to the back of it.

Feyre’s eyes lit up at the gesture, clearly adept at enduring her husband’s antics. “You really do look stunning, Y/N. And, as I would have told you before Cassian butt into our conversation, please just call me Feyre.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you. Truly.”

At that moment, a shadow-wraith with High Fae features entered the room holding a babbling and insanely adorable winged toddler. “Oh, the wraith said. I didn’t realize there was… company” she eyed me for a moment before returning her gaze toward Feyre, who only smiled and took the babe from her arms. “It’s okay Nuala, this is Y/N, she’s here for family dinner.”

Nuala’s eyebrows rose. “Oh?” Walking toward me in easy-graceful strides and a nod of her head. “It’s nice to meet you.” Her tone and expression kind with a hint of curiosity thrown in.

The lovely wraith skittered out of the room as a very petite fae entered the room with one hell of a commanding presence. Oh, I knew exactly who this was. The legendary “Amren”. Rhysand’s second in command. Gods, she was practically legendary - tales of her both horrifying and awe-inspiring. I bowed in reverence as she assessed me, sniffing the air. “Interesting.” She said flatly, more to herself than anyone else.

“That’s Amren.” Mor noted. “Don’t mind her. She’s likely hangry and in need of a nap.”

“Careful, girl.” Amren chided. “You aren’t far off from the truth. Do not test me.” Her lips curled into a slightly terrifying smirk.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

An awkward silence momentarily filled the room before the toddler in Feyre’s arms noticed my presence, patting his mother’s shoulder before pointing a chubby finger at Mor and me. “Mama, mama! Look! Pretty!”

“Finally!” Mor praised. “A male that knows how to give a compliment. Thank you, Nyxie baby.”

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Dinner was spread out on the table before us leaving my mouth practically watering. Mor seated herself on my right, Feyre on my left at the head of the table with Nyx in a high chair beside her, and Rhys next to him. Azriel sat across from me avoiding eye contact. Though, I felt his burning gaze on me any time I turned to Mor or Feyre to speak. A small, traitorous part of me heated low in my belly knowing that he couldn’t resist sneaking glances in my direction.

Elain seated herself beside him in an awkward manner as it was the only remaining chair. Her body tense and avoiding any accidental brushes of their arms. I caught her looking at me a few times too, something like longing and contempt warring within her overall kind features. My gut churned at the tension, though nobody seemed to sense it.

A pang filled my chest at the sight of the High Lady at the head of the table and her mate, the High Lord next to her and their son, instead of the opposite end of the table. They were good parents, you could see the love they poured into Nyx overflowing out of him. My parents loved me that way too.

Chatter filled the table, Cassian’s boisterous laugh and risqué comments earning elbow nudges from Nesta to which he’d look at her with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. The fierce female warming beneath his stare.

I may not be a total romantic but my mind wandered. What would it be like to be loved like that? The way Rhys looked at Feyre and her at him, and the way Cassian and Nesta looked at each other. Mates. Something only the lucky few ever experienced.

“You’re being quiet, girl.” Amren accused. “Listening for information to sell to the highest bidder?”

“Amren.” Azriel warned.

“What?” The petite female added. “This is perfectly normal? For you to invite a stranger, one who is a known spy join us as if we’ve known and trusted her for centuries? Since when do you go to such great measures in seeking evening companionship.”

My jaw dropped at the same time Elain gasped at the statement.

“Enough, Amren.” Rhysand spoke. “She is my guest. I am the one who invited her.”

“A foolish decision.”

Darkness rolled off of Rhys, dimming the room. Feyre diverted Nyx’s attention to her with gentle coos.

I stood to excuse myself from the table, Azriel quickly standing to follow, but Rhys held a hand toward him. “Excuse us, Y/N. I believe we need to have a family discussion on manners. Azriel, stay seated. Elain, perhaps you could show Y/N the garden.”

Mor started “That’s not necessary, I can -“

“You will stay here too, Mor.” Rhys demanded.

Elain slowly, begrudgingly stood up from the table, walking past me with a whispered “follow me.”

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mageofspace924 · 2 years

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So excited to present the cover i drew for the @bookcoupleszine featuring feysand, kanej, patrochilles, and jurdan!! 💕✨

Check out preorders for more #bookish couple art and writing!! ❤️

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#art #digitalart #book #bookish #bookish art #bookish couple #book couple #power couple #book art #jurdan #feysand #kanej #patrochilles #the cruel prince #acotar #folk of the air #six of crows #song of achilles

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lainalit · 22 days

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One phrase from a Taylor Swift song that captures each Acotar couple perfectly for me

Feysand

And you got your share of secrets And I'm tired of being last to know And now you're asking me to listen Cause it's worked each time before

You're not sorry

Nessian

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark

hoax

Elucien

You think I either moved on or hate you 'Cause each time you reach out there's no reply I bet It never ever occurred to you That I can't say "Hello" to you And risk another goodbye

I almost do

Gwynriel

I'm still trying everything to get you laughing [at me] I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural All I do is try, try, try

Mirrorball

Feylin

You turned into your worst fears And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain Crossing out the good years

My tears riochet

Jassa

And all we are is skin and bone Trained to get along Forever going with the flow But you're friction

Treacherous

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serendipity-by-chance · 7 months

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sorry but taylor swift really popped off with daylight thats the ultimate song for ships like

“I once believe love would be

(black and white)/(burning red)

but it’s golden”

“I don’t want to look at anything else now that I saw you”

LIKE ??? THESE ARE SO?????

u have an idea of what love would be. that love is burning and passionate and fiery but turns out love is gentle. it’s golden and warm and not burning. that you find one person who changes the world for you? yeah miss swift popped off with this sorry

every ship of mine thats edited to this song becomes more beloved. to me all my ship fits this song idc

#reylo #dramione #darklina #anidala #taylor swift #thank you miss swift for the gift that is daylight #daylight #love to me is this song #and until i see someone and think they’re like sunray i wont believe im in love #hanleia #feysand #elriel #evajacks

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rosanna-writer · 6 months

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I Knew You Were Trouble

Summary: Every hunter had a story about the Goatman, tales whispered around campfires of a strange creature with the body of a man and the hooves and horns of a goat, the reason animals were sometimes found shredded to pieces and for the warnings to be back from the woods before dark. Black fur, they said, dark as a moonless night, and strange, otherworldly violet eyes. Feyre Archeron believed it was all a crock of shit. Warnings: Dubious consent Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~3.2k

GOATSAND IS HERE!!!! You can read all about mountain goat shifter Rhys here on AO3 or under the cut. Happy Halloween!!!!

Every hunter had a story about the Goatman, tales whispered around campfires of a strange creature with the body of a man and the hooves and horns of a goat, the reason animals were sometimes found shredded to pieces and for the warnings to be back from the woods before dark. Black fur, they said, dark as a moonless night, and strange, otherworldly violet eyes.

Feyre Archeron believed it was all a crock of shit.

She'd seen the mountain goats staring down from the peaks high up above the woods she hunted in. They scaled near-vertical cliff faces as if gravity were a mere suggestion. On some days, when game was plentiful enough that Feyre could think of something besides the hunger gnawing at her, she dreamed about running away to a cabin so high up, you'd need wings—or a mountain goat's hooves—to reach it.

And other days, she could have sworn a goat was watching her. It was probably nothing more than a coincidence or a trick of the light, and she'd never seen anything close to the strange creature in the stories. There was absolutely no such thing as the Goatman.

With her cupboards bare and her belly empty, there was no choice but to stay in the forest late, even as night began to fall. It had taken her all day to fell a deer, with just enough sunlight left to see by as she skinned and gutted it. The woods were dark as she hefted the carcass over her shoulders and carried it home.

The stories said the Goatman could smell the blood from a fresh kill, and Feyre had been warned to never, ever carry meat or a pelt back with her after dark, lest she attract the monster lurking in the woods. But she refused to return empty-handed and let her family starve.

As she trekked through the forest, Feyre did her best to ignore the hunger pangs, tried not to think about how long her empty stomach would be churning while the meat roasted. It almost distracted her enough not to notice the sound of twig snapping.

Almost.

Feyre stopped in her tracks, heart leaping to her throat. It wasn't unusual for the trail of blood from a hunter's quarry to attract a bear or a mountain lion. Reaching around the carcass, she pulled an arrow from the quiver at her back.

Another snap of a twig. And if she wasn't mistaken, footsteps. "Who's there?" Feyre called.

The figure that emerged from the trees wasn't another hunter like she'd expected. And not an animal, either. This creature was something else entirely.

Blue-black fur, the color of a raven's feathers, covered its entire body. Long, muscular legs—only two, the creature stood like a man on goat's legs—and a bare, broad chest. Curling horns. A stump of a tail peeking out from a pair of black pants. Violet eyes with horizontal slits for pupils. And the most beautiful face Feyre had ever seen.

Perhaps there had been more to the stories of the Goatman than Feyre had thought.

"There you are," the creature said, its voice an oddly sensual purr that had the the hair on the back of Feyre's neck sticking up. "I've been looking for you."

Feyre dropped the carcass and nocked her arrow. She drew the bow, aiming right for the creature's heart. Or at least, where the heart would be if it had one.

The Goatman stepped closer, beginning to circle her. Feyre pivoted in place, keeping her aim locked. The creature's lips twisted into a smirk."Is that venison for me, darling?" it said.

The stories had never said anything about the Goatman being able to talk. Or calling anyone darling. Feyre scowled to cover her surprise. "Absolutely not," she said.

The creature kept circling. Feyre's aim didn't waver.

"Are you sure you couldn't be persuaded to share?" the creature said, eyes glinting like stars. "Unless I should take this to mean that you have quite the appetite."

Feyre's hand tightened around her bow. If the Goatman meant to attack her or steal the carcass, there was no reason to taunt her like this. It wanted something from her, and she couldn't figure out what.

"I don't share."

"Good. I don't, either."

There was an edge to the creature's voice that was almost possessive, but Feyre must have been imagining that. The Goatman was nothing like she'd been led to believe—she'd just been caught flat footed. Nothing more.

Feyre wouldn't make that mistake again. She let the arrow fly.

And the Goatman dissolved into smoke and shadow that the arrow sailed right through before embedding itself into a nearby tree. Feyre pulled another from her quiver and nocked it, scanning the trees for any sign of the creature. For a moment, her shaking breath was the only sound in the forest.

But then the creature spoke behind her. "Half a second faster, and I'd be bleeding on the ground," it said, and if Feyre wasn't mistaken, there was a note of admiration in its voice. She spun in place again and found the Goatman grinning at her.

"I'll skin and gut you, too," Feyre spat. She could use the extra money the Goatman's pelt would bring in, anyway.

"While I'd love nothing more than to see you try," the Goatman said, leaning indolently against a nearby tree, "I have an alternate proposal for you."

Feyre said nothing, just waited for it to go on. Her arm had begun to ache with the strain of holding the bowstring back, but she forced herself to keep the pain off her face. As she glared, the creature crossed its arms over its broad, muscled chest, the gesture strangely human.

"Tell me your name and offer me half your venison, and in return, I'll ensure you arrive home safely this evening," the Goatman said.

For a long moment, Feyre considered that, turning the creature's words over in her mind as she searched for a loophole—and found one. It might let her go just this once, but Feyre was a huntress who'd return to these woods again. And after this time, she might not emerge quite so lucky. The Goatman seemed intent on toying with her, and perhaps it was merely biding its time.

"Ensure I arrive home safely every time I leave this forest. And tell me your name too," Feyre said.

The Goatman pushed off the tree and stalked towards her. As if in response, Feyre felt a tug in her chest, the strange sensation that there was a string tying them together that was pulling him closer. Her fear seemed to dissolve.

"Nothing in these woods or mountains will ever harm you. If anyone so much as considers it, I'll tear out their throat myself," the creature said. The words sounded like a vow.

Goats ate plants, not meat—Feyre didn't understand what it wanted, but the promise was enough for her. The woods were dangerous, and if this was an opportunity to bind the mountains' most feared creature to her side, then that was worth the loss of a few pounds of meat. If she had its protection, she'd give it the whole damn carcass in exchange.

"I accept those terms," Feyre said. She slipped the arrow back into the quiver, lowered her bow, and stepped back from the carcass at her feet. "And now I'm offering you half the meat."

The Goatman crouched before her and tore into the carcass. As Feyre watched it eat, the sensation of a golden thread tugging at her chest grew stronger. She knew with a certainty that ran deeper than bone, all the way down to the core of who she was, that the Goatman was hers.

A monstrous urge of her own began to overtake her, an urge to mark him, to claim him as hers and no one else's.

He straightened, holding her gaze as he wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. Those otherworldly eyes had turned a deeper shade of violet. "Your name, mate?" he said, voice rough.

Mate. The word should have sounded foreign, but a wild, feral instinct Feyre hadn't known was buried within her had her wanting to roar back in recognition. MateMateMate. She let the bow fall to the ground and stepped closer.

"Feyre," she said, though if he called her nothing but mate, she couldn't say she'd mind.

He'd missed a smear of blood on his mouth, and she wiped it away. His tongue darted out and flicked the pad of her thumb as she trailed her fingertips along his cheek, then up to the base of the horns that curled back from his forehead.

"Feyre darling," he whispered slowly, a plea and an exploration of the feel of her name on his lips.

She curled her fingers around a horn. "Give me yours, too. Mate."

"Rhysand for my prisoners and my enemies, Rhys for friends, and anything at all for you."

"Rhys will do," Feyre said, running her fingers along the ridges of his horn slowly. She wanted to commit every last bump to memory.

Rhys hissed, eyes fluttering shut. Feyre stopped the movement of her hand, afraid for a moment that she'd hurt him. But the low noise he made in the back of his throat was nothing but pure need.

Feyre didn't need any more encouragement to keep running her hand up his horn, but Rhys said, "That is very sensitive."

"I thought mountain goats used them to fight?" Feyre said, cocking her head. Her hand reached the top of his horn, and she slid it back the other way, towards the base, achingly, painfully slowly.

"Not the undersides, and they have other uses. I'll show you," Rhys said, nearly breathless. Before Feyre had a chance to ask what he meant, he bent those strange goat legs and dropped to his knees before her. He grabbed her free hand and brought it to his other horn, curling her fingers around it in the same way. "I'd never allow anyone but my mate to touch my horns like this."

A wave of feral pride crashed over Feyre at the thought of being the only one permitted to touch his most sensitive places. The urge to put her hands everywhere and claim him as hers and only hers returned in full force.

Rhys leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft place at the bottom of her abdomen, just above her pelvic bone. Feyre canted her hips towards his face. It was invitation enough.

He peeled off her leggings, growling in satisfaction at the scent of her arousal, a bestial noise that sent Feyre's heart racing. Her grip tightened around the base of his horns as his hands found her knees, thumbs brushing the soft skin just inside her thighs.

Their eyes locked for a moment as he stared up at her, reverent and hungry all at once. The thread connecting them seemed to vibrate with anticipation, taut with tension that was just begging to be released.

And then his tongue was on her cunt.

He licked a stripe up her center, dragging his tongue slowly and savoring the way she used his horns to nudge his face closer, a silent plea for more. Rhys obliged, tracing the same path with his tongue a second time before finding her clit.

His exploration of her was thorough and relentless. The tip of his tongue circled the nub until he found just the right combination of speed and pressure to make her come undone. She could feel him cataloguing her reactions, memorizing every single movement of his tongue that made her moan or buck her hips.

It wasn't long until Feyre was incapable of coherent thought beyond more more more, but the one thing she was sure of was that he was already preparing to do this again.

His tongue didn't stop circling her clit, even as he slid a finger into her. With his mouth and hand moving in tandem, her grip on his horns felt like the only thing tethering her to the earth. She found her release, pussy clenching around his finger as her vision went white for a moment.

It didn't feel like enough. She was beginning to think that it would never be enough, not as he stood and held her gaze as he licked her wetness from his finger. Her breath was still ragged as she surged forward to kiss him, tasting herself as she pressed her tongue into his mouth.

Rhys slid both hands under her sweater, cupping both breasts before breaking the kiss to slide it off her. At some point, Feyre's hands had settled on his chest as she nudged him back towards the closest tree.

The bark dug into his back as her mouth found his again. She'd nearly shot him within minutes of meeting; now Feyre had him pinned against a tree, and Rhys wanted to thank her for all of it. The scent of her arousal, the heat of her so close, and the taste of her still on his tongue left him beyond words, too far gone to tell her that he was hers to do anything she wanted with, that he'd take anything at all she'd give him. He merely tilted his head back, baring his throat to her.

His dark fur was soft against her face as Feyre dragged her lips from his collarbone up to his jaw. She ran her hands through the soft fur covering his chest, but when she reached the waistband of his pants, his fingers were already there, scrambling to undo the buttons.

Once his cock was free, she hooked a leg around his waist. Rhys wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer while keeping her from falling. Her hands found his horns again, dragging his face to hers, and as they kissed, he moaned into her mouth.

He slid into her, slowly at first, but Feyre growled and pressed her hips forward to take more of him. Full—she'd never felt so gloriously full, and the golden thread between them seemed to grow even stronger as they moved their hips in time. The arm around her waist kept her steady, even as his free hand seemed to be everywhere at once, squeezing her ass, cupping her breasts, skimming her ribs.

She tipped over the edge, another orgasm tearing through her just as he came. Somewhere in the distance, the mountains trembled.

Still panting, she let her head drop to his shoulder. Rhys kept holding her, murmuring something too soft to hear beyond the words mate and darling. He stroked her hair, and even though she was naked in the forest and in the arms of a man who was half-goat, Feyre felt safe enough to fall asleep after a long day of hunting.

At some point, she stirred, vaguely aware of the sensation of being carried upward. Rhys pressed a kiss to her forehand and whispered, "It's a steep drop and a long way down. I suggest you don't look until you're used to it." She drifted off again.

Feyre woke again to the smell of roasting meat—roasting venison. It was still dark, and tucked under the softest blanket she'd ever touched, Feyre had half a mind to go back to sleep. But curiosity got the better of her, and she sat up.

Lanterns illuminated the log cabin she found herself in, bathing it in a cozy yellow glow. A glance out the window was enough to tell her it was located near the top of the mountain, well above the timberline. The terrain up here was rocky and barren; building a wooden structure like this seemed almost impossible.

Someone had taken off her threadbare hunting leathers and replaced them with a man's shirt and sleep pants. Both were soft, made of the same fine black fabric, if a bit large for her. The cabin was quiet, with no sign of whoever had changed her clothes.

The door opened, bringing with it a gust of chilly wind before it shut immediately. At first, she thought it had blown open on its own. But she glanced down to see a black mountain goat in the foyer—a true goat, with four legs—with a pack full of firewood on its back. If it weren't for the now-familiar violet eyes, she would have thought it had wandered in.

"Rhys?" Feyre said.

The goat shifted and changed, hooves becoming feet and hands, pupils going round, fur disappearing to reveal tan skin. He wore nothing but the same black pants from earlier, and Feyre's fingers itched to trace the tattoos that swirled along his chest and shoulders. He'd become a man, utterly normal in every way other than his absurd beauty and the horns that still curled from his forehead.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he said softly.

Feyre didn't bother to hide her staring, and Rhys looked unsure of himself, if only for a moment. "You didn't. I was already up," she said quickly. She tore her eyes from him and spotted the firewood from the pack arranging itself into a neat pile near the hearth. Some sort of magic, then. "What is this place?"

"Home."

Before she could ask if he meant his or theirs—or even consider which she wanted it to be—her stomach growled audibly. She'd barely eaten all day, and it was almost certainly past dinnertime. "Are— Are you cooking?"

"My mate offers me half a carcass to accept our bond, and you think I'd let it go to waste?" Rhys said, moving into the kitchen. He'd turned his back to her, but Feyre knew he was rolling his eyes. "Of course I'm cooking."

Feyre followed him, and though a part of her felt as though she should angrily point out that he'd tricked her into accepting a bond she hadn't known about, she found that…she couldn't bring herself to mind. The feeling of a thread tied to her ribs was still there, and along with it, a sense of soul-deep belonging.

Rhys checked something in the oven, then stood, and Feyre couldn't help but admire the lethal grace and powerful muscles in his back. Hers. She wanted to put her hands on him again, to memorize every inch of his human form like she had with his horns earlier.

And he knew—that was obvious enough from the smirk as turned and he leaned back against the counter. But his eyes went soft as he added, "Your family is taken care of, by the way. I wouldn't have brought you up here if they weren't."

Feyre considered that for a moment; he'd been watching for a while, then. "How long were you planning this for?" In truth, she didn't care, but it was easier than asking why.

Rhys answered her real question anyway. "The woods are dangerous. I wanted to know why you kept returning to them every day."

She still had more questions—mostly about the particulars of horns and hooves and how exactly his shifting magic worked—but Feyre had everything she needed to know to make a decision. She closed the distance between them, letting him wrap both arms around her waist as she rested her head on his chest.

In answer to a question Rhys hadn't been able to bring himself to ask, Feyre whispered, "I'm staying."

#feysand #feyre archeron #if you're wondering yes i DID name this one after the Taylor Swift song with the screaming goats #Goatsand

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postsfromthedark · 1 year

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Im a big fan of the "I am yours" trope. Like, in less of a possessive way and more of a sacrificial, two-way way.

When they would live for them, die for them, kill for them, throw away their past and future for them, give up their humanity and embrace the forbidden for them. When they would push against the world, everybody and everything around them, when they would challenge God for them. When they're the lighthouse in a dark storm, when they're only safe with them, when it's them against the world and the world can burn if it means they're together.

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arson-09 · 12 days

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Thinking about the person who put Cherry Wine of their feysand wedding playlist (they were pro feysand)

cause like. I dont expect much literacy media from that group but to have so little you add cherry wine. to a feysand playlist. i wouldnt even add it to a anti feysand playlist because it doesnt work for that.

I blame the tiktok people. Cherry wine has always been misconstrued as a love song but its gotten worse cause of tiktok and i need yall to actually think about the lyrics your listening too before posting dumb shit on the internet

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #anti feysand #hozier #cherry wine #i love that song and i love hoziers music and it makes me so annoyed when people just miss the point #sarah j maas

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the-lonelybarricade · 1 year

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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 🎶🎧💜💙🤗

Awww thank you love! I put on my Feysand playlist 🥰

Yours by Ella Henderson (I feel like this might have been an anon recommendation, but my goodness I listened to it again and it's such a fitting Feysand song 💕 )

Invisible String by Taylor Swift (hehe I have this on all my mates playlists)

I Was Made For Loving You by Tori Kelly

this is how you fall in love by Jeremy Zucker

Photograph by Cody Fry

#ooof i am effectively in my Feysand feels again #this was a GOOD selection #All very Feysand 🥺🥺#feysand songs #song recs

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popjunkie42 · 8 months

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Feysand of the 70's - A Playlist

Grab your velvet robe, spark a doobie and settle in to your sunken living room with this 1970's mix of songs about everlasting love, lust, witches and magic.

Find on Spotify

Be My Wife - David Bowie

Magic Man - Heart

More Than A Woman - Bee Gees

So Into You - Atlanta Rhythm Section

Kiss You All Over - Exile

The Night Inside Me - Jackson Browne

You're So Vain - Carly Simon

I Was Made For Lovin' You - KISS

Since I've Been Loving You - Led Zeppelin

Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac

She's Always A Woman - Billy Joel

You Ought To Be With Me - Al Green

Witchy Woman - Eagles

Forever - Kenny Loggins

some lyrics for you...

Night In My Eyes (Jackson Browne)

Night in my eyes, the night inside me There where the shadows and the night could hide me Night in my eyes Sky full of stars turning over me Waiting for night to set me free

I Was Made for Lovin' You (KISS)

Tonight, I want to give it all to you In the darkness, there's so much I want to do And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet 'Cause girl, I was made for you And girl, you were made for me

She's Always A Woman (Billy Joel)

Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me Oh, she takes care of herself, she can wait if she wants She's ahead of her time Oh, and she never gives out and she never gives in She just changes her mind

@officialfeysandweek2023

#feyre #feysand #feysandweek2023 #acotar #acotar playlist #70's jams #rhysand #love songs #spotify playlist

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separatist-apologist · 9 months

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Not exactly a ranking, but could you do ACOTAR men and their favourite Taylor Swift song?

This is going to be hard because part of me is like, oh what Taylor Swift song describes them? But you want their FAVORITE song by Taylor okay. IN NO ORDER:

Tamlin: I just think he's really into Folklore/Evermore, and in that vein, I'm gonna give him Exile because he likes to punish himself on an endless loop, but honestly any of the track 6 deep cuts are probably on a well-loved playlist

Tarquin: Karma, for sure (but I'd also give him Today Was A Fairytale because something about Tarquin just feels very Fearless to me. I also feel like he is the staunchest Taylor's Version defender)

Kallias: Mr. Lover, you mean? Daylight, 1000%. I think he had that song on repeat for 50 straight years UTM daydreaming about Viviane, and it was running through his head while he married her.

Eris Vanserra: I think he'd say he doesn't like Taylor Swift at all but I Did Something Bad is on all his workout playlists. He's always in his Reputation era and also sings This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things at the top of his lungs in the shower

Azriel: Oh you mean Mr. 1989? It's Style 1000%, and he's a major Harry and Taylor got away with vehicular manslaughter truther.

Helion- You guys keep letting me forget about Helion, but his is a tie between You Are In Love and Back to December but if you ask him, he'll say its Me! because he lives for that kind of chaos (sometimes he claims its Shake It Off)

Cassian: I know someone is going to try to come for me on this one, but it's Enchanted and you can shut the fuck up about it because I'm RIGHT. I could write 8000 words on why this is the absolute correct choice

Jurian- I don't know why I feel this way, but I keep coming back to Tear Drops On My Guitar. I feel like it's the only one he knows, but also he wants to be edgy and different, so he's going with Debut as his favorite

Lucien: Unironically obsessed with Anti-Hero. Pretty sure he wrote half those lyrics in his diary at one point.

Rhys: Mr. Perfectly fine himself? This was so hard, I think Rhys would like so many songs, but I'm gonna go with Treacherous (but I was SO CLOSE to picking Come Back...Be Here)

And honestly every single man on this can belt the words to We Are Never Getting Back Together and that's from my lips to Gods ears

#I could have put a playlist for all of them of just taylor songs but that takes longer #i know ive done ones for nessian/elucien/feysand in the past but who knows there that is anymore #since my tagging system is a joke

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