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feyreswaterybowels · 11 days

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⟡ Princess of Dreams ⟡

# 1 Lucien x Rhys!Sister

⟡Part 1⟡Part 2⟡Part 3⟡

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Centuries ago Rhys’ youngest sister was kidnapped by the High Lord of Spring instead of kill like their mother and sister. The high lord had wards placed on his court so she was unable to leave. Rhys has believed her to be dead this whole time. What happens when Feyre finds out who she is and swears to take her home.

Warnings/Tag: Takes place during ACOWAR. Implied past sexual assault. Fluffy romance. Feyre being besties with Rhy’s sister. Pet names (pretty girl, sweet girl, Princess (her title)

Authors Note: All likes, comments and reblogs are welcome, appreciated and encouraged. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for part 2! Bold italics are mental communication regular italics are inner thoughts.

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I know who you are.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Feyre—

You’re Rhys' sister. He told me all about you while I was there. I…I have a plan. I’ll take you back with me when I go. I’ll take you home.

The hushed conversation with Feyre played on repeat in my head for days. She had trusted me enough to tell me she wasn’t really here for Tamlin, that it was a plot, a plan and she was going back to the Night Court. Back to Velaris and she was taking me with her—she was taking me home.

Home.

There was only one problem. Just one. The male lying in my bed. I turn away from the window to gaze at him lying there naked, golden skin glowing in the moonlight. A crown of red splayed around his head. Grooves and planes of lean muscles on display. Arms folded behind his head.

Gods, he’s beautiful.

I had yet to tell him of Feyre’s plan. I believed he wouldn’t tell Tamlin but at the same time…I wasn’t sure how safe his mind was with two other daemanti in the house. I could only protect his mind when I was with him. Plus, Tamlin was his best friend. His High Lord. If he knew of Feyre’s plan to leave…and everything else she told me and Tamlin found out, we could both be locked away again. Not only that, but if he found out Lucien knew? That couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t let harm come to either of them.

I took in a deep breath, walking over to the bed, tucking my wings as I slowly crawled up that perfect body. Dipping my head and trailing my lips over that patch of hair that went down, down, down, breathing in the scent of him. Mm.

“And what exactly are you doing?” That deep voice rumbled. I looked up, a sly grin across his face, metal eye glowing in the dark as he took in the sight of me between high thighs as I licked my bottom lip.

“Who? Me?” I asked, sliding a hand up his thigh to grasp him in my hand, stroking him once.

“Yes you, Princess” He laughs, grabbing and pulling me up the bed, kissing me as he rolls us over. I can feel him hard and heavy between my legs and it makes me moan.

“Lucien,” His name falls from my lips as he presses our bodies together. “Don’t tease, I want you.”

“Don’t tease?” He scoffs, “Says the one who was about to wake me up with a pretty little mouth.”

His grin is feral and I can’t help but return it.

“Come on,” I spread my legs wider, letting him feel the wetness there, “I know you want it.”

“And she calls me the tease,” He mocks under his breath before kissing me, tongue sliding into my mouth.

My fingers tangle in those long fire locks. I moan when I feel the heat radiating from his body, I love when he does that. The heat always feels so good against my sensitive skin.

He grins at me again, pushing up onto his knees, towering over me. He grabs my thighs, spreading them out and looking over me and I let him. I always loved the way he looks at me, his beautiful scarred face showing every ounce of emotion he feels.

He reaches between his thigh, wrapping a strong fist around himself and I watch stroke for stroke as he watches me. I tug on that bond between us, watching as it seemingly tugs him closer though I know it was his own doing.

“So, beautiful, all laid out for me,” He groans and I open myself further for him. Stretching my wings out across the bed, arms above my head, legs still spread wide but using a foot to rub over his calf.

That does it for him. He swoops down, grabbing me around the waist to yank my hips up, lining himself up and filling me. I cry out his name, arching into that fullness, into that glorious stretch.

We move together heat and passion. It’s rough and loving and he’s got me falling over the edge in minutes. Then again. And again. He’d always been so good at getting me there. Doing everything to make sure I was pleasured properly.

Tonight was no different as he leans over me, slow, firm thrusts hitting exactly where I needed it as he mouthed at my wing, tongue tracing through the grooves, and one hand wrapped around my wrists above my head to hold me in place.

“Say my name, pretty girl” he says, heated kisses on my wing.

“Lucien,”

“Louder,” he growls.

“Lucien!”

“I want the whole house to hear you, sweet girl.” His tongue laves over a particularly sensitive spot and I’m gone again. Gushing over him and moaning his name loud enough that the whole house definitely heard it.

It’s not long after that his thrusts are slowing. He lets go of my hands so I can touch him, he always liked having my touch when he came. I grinned into our kiss as my hands ran over his body. His panting moans turning into grunted growls. He was so sexy like this. Covering me fully, hair falling around his face, teeth bared.

I reached up pushing his hair behind those pointed ears, thumb tracing over part of his scar before pulling him into a kiss that was more tongue than anything.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” I moaned into his mouth. “You’re gonna make me cum again. Make me feel so good!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum in that pussy for you, pretty girl, then I'm gonna eat it out.”

That’s what did it for me, I tightened around him. He follows me over the edge a few thrust later with a growl of my name.

Then he’s slipping from my body and sliding down, kissing a trail to my centre, keeping true to his promise.

“Fuck,” He groaned, coming back up, sliding his tongue into my mouth to let me taste myself. Kissing me slow and sloppy. “So perfect. My pretty, perfect mate.”

Despite what we’d just done I blush at his words.

“My sweet handsome mate,” I whisper back, tumbing at the bottom of his scar again before wrapping my arms around his neck.

He holds me tight, arms wrapping around me as we catch our breath. I tuck my face into the crook of his neck breathing in his scent—organic, earthy and sweet. Perfect.

My eyes welled up when thoughts of leaving weave through my brain. This was my mate, I had built a life here with him. But I had been trapped in this house for so long that it wasn’t really life. I wanted to go home to Velaris. To my brother and our family. I could try to convince Lucien to go but that could put him in danger. I had almost lost him under the mountain, I could t go through that again. If I left first I could always seek him out later but to stay here when I had the opportunity to finally go home, when I had Feyre telling me she could break the wards binding me here. I couldn’t turn that down.

“My love, what’s wrong?” Lucien asks, pulling back to look at me. Our eyes meet as he wipes away my tears. “Talk to me.”

I sniffled. I felt like it was now or never. I either told him now or he would find out when I leave. I couldn’t do that to him though. It would break his heart to wake up one day and find me gone.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong,” He said, petting my hair.

“I don’t know if I can say it out loud,” I tell him, our eyes meeting.

“That’s okay, Princess” Lucien nods his head, concern written all over his face.

“You can’t tell Tamlin,” The crease between his brow deepens. “You can’t tell him, Lucien, please. Promise me.”

He watches me for a moment, confused and concerned but he nods. “I promise. I won’t tell him.”

“Feyre and Rhys’ bond wasn’t actually broken that day with Hybern. She’s has a plan to go back. She…she said she can break the wards that hold me here so I can— I can finally go home,” I tell him, his eyes widen but he doesn’t look entirely shocked at what I’ve told him.

“And I’m assuming you have the intention of going with her?” He asks, sadness tinged the words and the bond.

“I have to, Lucien. I haven’t seen Rhys in centuries. Centuries. And he thought I was dead the entire time until recently. I need to go home, I need to see him and the rest of our family,” I cried, hot tears sliding down my face. He grabs me, pulling me up and holding me. Stroking my hair and shushing me softly.

“You should go, Princess. You should go home,” He says, kissing my head. I pull back to look at him, searching his face.

“Come with me,” I whisper, grabbing his face. “You can come. You would love Velaris—”

“I can’t,” he cuts me of gently, stroking his knuckles down my cheek. “Not that I don’t want to. Fuck, it hurts just thinking about you being away from me but if the three of us disappear? Tamlin will flip shit.”

“And he won’t be able to get to us in Velaris,” I tell him, grabbing the hand caressing my cheek and holding it tightly. “We would be safe there, Lucien. We could have a life together, a real one. Our own place by the river I showed you. A proper mating ceremony. We’ve been talking about kids for a decade. We could happily and safely have them there.”

“I don’t know…” Lucien shakes his head and I can see the water lining his eye.

“Me and you, Lu. That’s what we always said. Me and you—”

“Always.” Lucien nodded, looking over my face. Taking in every detail like he was trying to remember what I looked like before I was even gone. “What if you go with Feyre and I come later? You have to go now, you’re right you can’t pass up this opportunity to go home. I understand that. But you can come back for me, right? I could help keep Tamlin away…for some time anyway.”

My tears break loose then as I sob against his neck.

“I know it’s the best option but I don’t want to leave you,” I cried, clinging to him as he pulled me into his lap, letting my wings cocoon around us.

“Sh, it’s gonna be okay, my love.” I feel his tears on my neck and my heart breaks.

It was right but it felt so wrong.

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“So you’re joining us after all?” comes Tamlins snarky comment as soon as I walk out of the manor. I roll my eyes, fluffing the ugly powder blue dress.

“Unfortunately,” I rolled my eyes at him, it was too early for his shit, but still smiled at Lucien when his arm wrapped around my waist, careful of my wings.

“You can stay here,” Tamlin retorted with an eye roll of his own. “That would be preferable.”

“Well my mate asked me to attend. As did my friend, even if you wish Feyre wasn’t my friend,” I sneered at him with a wicked grin.

“I would never say that,” Tamlin returned the sneer, baring his teeth at me.

“Play nice, Princess,” Lucien purrs through the bond.

“Not out loud anyway,” I gave a sweet smile. “You look beautiful,” I said, hugging Feyre and kissing her cheek before pulling Lucien away to our horses.

Lucien helped me onto my horse, a gorgeous black mare, her coat shining even in the darkness of morning—a gift from Lucien after I accepted the mating bond. I looked down at him with a smile, running my hand through his hair.

“You’re lucky I love you, I really don’t want to deal with Ianthe’s shit today,” I said, situating myself in the saddle.

“Ianthe’s shit is exactly why I asked you to come,” Lucien said, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “I appreciate you coming anyway, your presence will make it much more tolerable for me.”

“Yeah, I know, come on, let's get this over with,” I said, urging him to his own horse. “I’m ready to get today over with so I can get drunk and dance with you under the stars.”

Ugh, he looks so good. I thought as his head dropped back with a laugh before mounting his horse, dressed in autumn colors he stood out perfectly from everyone else wearing the hideously bright spring court colors. I’d be covered head to toe in Night Court black if it was allowed. I’d have loved to see the look on Ianthe’s face if I had shown up today in all black.

We set off soon after everyone had mounted their horses and there were already hundreds of fae crowded atop the hill when we arrived. I fought the urge to bare my teeth when I saw Ianthe’s gaze lingering on my mate as he dismounted his horse and strided to mine.

“Ignore it. She’s not worth your jealousy,” Lucien said as he reached for my hand, helping me from the saddle.

“I’m not jealous. I’m protective. I don’t like the way she looks at you,” I say, running my hands over the collar of his jacket. “Like she’ll drag you away to have her way with you whether you like it or not.”

“That’ll never happen, my love.”

“Damn right it won’t, I’d break her hands if she ever touches you,” I huff, as a feline smile crosses his lips.

“You’re sexy when you’re possessive,” He said, leaning down to kiss me, first my lips then my forehead before extending his arm to me to hold onto.

“You better make this up to me later,” I grumble, as I would much rather be back at the estate hiding in my room.

“Oh, I will make it up to you, sweet girl,” Lucien promised, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “slowly, with my tongue. Over and over.”

My body flushed knowing exactly how good he is with that wicked tongue. His gaze turns heated knowing exactly what I was thinking, feeling exactly what I was feeling.

“Lucien,” Tamlin calls from where he and Feyre are standing. I glance at those full lips one last time before he’s gently pulling me, guiding me away from our partially secluded spot. .

Jurian is at my other side suddenly walking with us as we trail behind Tamlin and Feyre—also linked by the arms and the Hybern Royals. I had seen the gleam in Feyre’s eye before she turned away, like a wolf getting ready to play with its prey. It made me giddy inside.

I couldn’t wait to witness her revenge.

We stopped walking when Tamlin and Feyre did, reaching Ianthe at her stupid altar as she offered them a singular nod of head. The Hybern twins shifted impatiently, Brannagh had made comments the night before how they didn’t bother with such things in Hybern—practically implying that soon we wouldn’t be bothering with it either. Smug little bitch.

“A blessed solstice to us all,” Ianthe called out to everyone around and I don’t roll my eyes the way I want to.

I stood there through an endless string of prayers and rituals, acolytes pouring sacred wine and the blessing of harvest goods. A lovely, rehearsed little number. Lucien was practically falling asleep between Feyre and I.

Ianthe lifted her wine and intoned “As the light is strongest today, let it drive out unwanted darkness. Let it banish the black stain of evil.” I sneered at her, I knew those words were directed at me. My brother. Feyre. Our home.

“She’s lucky my wine doesn’t end up in her pretty face,” I silently told Feyre, watching her expertly hide her grin with the wine chalice—her silent agreement.

“Would Princess Brannagh and Prince Dagdan do us the honor of imbibing this blessed wine?”

I shared a look with Feyre as the twins frowned at one another—the crowd murmuring behind us. But Feyre stepped aside, smiling a pretty smile and gesturing to the alter for the royals.

“Drink and let our new allies become friends,” Ianthe declared before they could refuse. “Drink and wash away the endless night of the year.”

The two daemanti surveyed their cups, most likely searching for any hint of poison. Feyre kept that smile on her face, I couldn’t extend that same faux courtesy when the prince looked my way. I didn’t care enough to put on the facade.

They each barely sipped the wine before trying to step away from the altar. Ianthe cooed at them like children, insisting they stay at the altar with her, to experience the ceremony at her side.

“I’m bored, Luc,” I grumbled to Lucien through the bond as Ianthe continued on with her praises and rituals. Eyes finding Lucien every now and then, looking away when I send her a death glare—lucky she doesn’t know who I really am.

“I’ll be over soon,” Lucien chuckles, pulling me into his side with an arm around my waist.

Finally, Tamlin was summoned over to light the candle for the souls lost this past year. This part bored me too. Those souls were gone; they didn’t need a candle lit to bring them back to the light. But just as I was starting to lose my patients the sky was finally filling with streaks of pink as Jurian was called forward to recite a prayer as well.

It left only Lucien and I standing with Feyre in the circle of grass, the altar and horizon in front of us and the crowd behind us. The look on Lucien’s face drew my attention as he scanned the area and I could help the crack of a smile when I noticed something out of place. A miniscule little detail no one else seemed to notice—except maybe now my mate.

I watched as Ianthe stepped toward the hill’s edge, her golden hair tumbling freely down her back as she lifted her arms to the sky. The chosen spot was intentional. Only that marker that told her where to stand wasn’t in the spot it had been in when we first arrived.

Golden rays of sunlight finally broke over the horizon. Light filled the world clear and strong. The murmurs started through the crowd. Cries of a name, not Ianthe’s but Feyre’s.

That gorgeous light had not filled and surrounded Ianthe but Feyre.

Ianthe seemed to be the last to notice, to see the sun was not blessing her but Feyre.

She glowed so brightly, brighter than what seemed natural for this occasion but I didn’t care to question why. She was beautiful—shining as if she were the star that hung above Ramiel.

“Curse breaker,” some murmured.

“Blessed,” others whispered.

Feyre's face was one of surprise and acceptance, though I knew it wasn’t genuine, those around us wouldn’t read it that way. They would only see what she allowed them too. The shock and bafflement of Tamlin and the Hybern twin’s faces was ever satisfying.

But Feyre didn’t look at them. She turned to Lucien and I, her light radiating so bright it was almost hard to keep that eye contact. A friend looking to another for help. She reached a hand to Lucien then to me.

I knew Ianthe had to be losing her shit behind us but I was too enchanted by my brother's mate. Yes, this was all a show, but Feyre was special.

I took her hand, watching Lucien do the same. Then we shared a look, lowering down to one knee, pressing her knuckles to our brow. I knew the crowd behind us had followed suit.

I had never kneeled for a high lord of the Spring Court. I was Princess of the Night Court. Heir of Velaris. Princess of Dreams. I knelt for no one—certainly not for anyone of the Spring Court. Not now, not ever.

I was not kneeling before Lady Feyre. Or Feyre Cursebreaker. I was kneeling for Feyre High Lady of the Night Court. Feyre that led Prythian from tyranny and darkness. Feyre that saved my mate and thousands of others under the mountain.

“My high lady,” I declared to her. The only person besides my brother I’d ever sworn fealty to.

I looked up at Feyre, our eyes meeting before she looked to Ianthe, smiling a sweet smile, one that transformed to show a bit of that wolf hiding beneath.

#Lucien vanserra the man you are🥵#calling Lucien beautiful a lot bc…well because he is #no elcuien #nothing against the pairing #in fact I can ship anyone with just about anyone lol #but I don’t feel like writing around the pairing and prefer LuLu baby to be mated to Rhys’ sister 😊#Lucien is just so 🤤#Rhys sister and Feyre are gonna have the best relationship #acotar #acotar fanfiction #lucien vanssera x reader #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #pro lucien vanserra #princess of dreams

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washmchineheart · 11 days

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things about the intervention talk in acosf that pissed me off (no particular order):

amren lying about the laws so nesta feels that she has no choice but to leave to HoW

feyre getting offended that nesta doesn’t want to live with them when 1) her mate hates nesta 2) she doesn’t even have paintings of her but does of their negligent father

feyre telling nesta she will tie her up and drag her to HoW and not even thinking about how that is exactly what happened to her the night nesta was made

rhysand just fucking destroying her building like she’s the only one that lives there (she’s not) and feyre acting like it was such a good act because it was for the “refugees from the war” (they wouldn’t care that much otherwise)

and just that the whole thing was more about feyre and saving her feelings so she doesn’t feel like she failed her sister than…nesta. the girl that actually needed help

#pro nesta archeron #nesta archeron #acotar #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #anti amren #I don’t want tag this anti feyre because I like her but it kinda is #acotar critical

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tamlinfairchild · 3 months

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Will never get over how Feyre pushed Tamlin into losing control of his magic for her own agenda and purposefully refused to use her shields to protect herself just to make a show to people that he’s volatile and abusive. It is honestly disgusting because she knows he isn’t in full control of his emotions and she uses that to gain victim points. Imagine using someone’s triggers to push them to the breaking point and acting like that’s an achievement. It’s fucking gross and we are supposed to root for this?

#pro Tamlin #anti acowar #anti Feyre #and ppl act like this is all good mental health rep?#I don’t fucking get this madness

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the-darkestminds · 23 days

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Personally, I don’t like the idea of Nuala and Cerridwen being Elain’s best friends because at the start of Elain’s time in Velaris it was their job to attend to her, just like they did when Feyre first showed up. They answer to Rhysand and Azriel first and foremost because that is what they are paid to do. Elain deserves the opportunity to make friends of her own, just like Nesta did. I still feel bad for Feyre that she never got the chance to do that because as we saw in ACOSF, all of her friends are loyal to Rhysand first and her second. Not to mention the fact that if Elain is best friends with the twins, it has happened 100% off page and we didn’t get to read any of it as it developed. 🥱

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bookishfeylin · 8 months

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Was the tamlin and rhys are similar reblog about people who are saying Rhys groomed Feyre (due to their age difference) because then this will apply to Tamlin as well and... age gap in fantasy series shouldn't be made an issue at all because then pretty much everyone is a groomer or a pedophile. Rhys has other shitty traits but I don't like it when people bring the age up coz then Tamlin was older than her by centuries too, took her away from her home by the sole purpose of making her fall in love (although there were other older women who'd killed the wolves), and etc etc. Like yes discuss other toxic aspects of Rhys and feyre's relationship but I feel like age gap discussion can be used against feylin too so it's better to not touch that.

No none of my reblogs were about that but it bears repeating that my opinion here is that I PERSONALLY do not judge book 1 Feylin because they are a retelling of a fairytale that is… iffy at best and my stance on this blog is, if you ARE going to judge Feylin and talk about abuse and domestic violence fine—Because yeah a BATB retelling with fae is not gonna be perfectly healthy in any universe—BUT Feysand should be held to the same standards because they’re no better, especially given Sarah *WAS NOT* trying to promote Feylin as peak relationship healthiness™️ but merely as the fae BATB romance it is while Feysand *IS* promoted as peak relationship healthiness™️ despite not being healthy by any stretch of the imagination.

#I hope I didn’t come off as rude but like. I feel like this is something I regularly say? Is this a Stan trying to mess with me?#Also re: Tamlin kidnapping feyre he has way more selfless reasons (like saving his court and all of Prythian) than rhysand #Does for snatching Feyre every week (to make her mate with him) so I don’t even feel THAT is comparable honestly #Ask #anon #acotar analysis #anti acomaf #anti tamlin #anti rhysand #Anti feysand #Pro feylin #feylin #tamlin's abuse #Rhysand's abuse

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stargirlfeyre · 2 months

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Rhysta shippers have this incredibly weird fixation with Rhys manipulating Nesta into sexual acts or showing this physical aggression towards her. Which is kind of strange when you take into account the fact that according to them, they hate him because he’s a sexual assaulter but they also fantasize about him sexually assaulting their fav???

This is something I’ve noticed for a while now and for all they whine about how much they ship them because they’re “two powerful beings who are actually equal to one another” they have this habit of making Nesta a victim to him…Like I don’t even have to bring up Feyre to explain why that ship and it’s shippers are deeply fucked up.

#nesta archeron #rhysand #rhysta #nesta x rhysand #acotar #acomaf #acowar #what’s even crazier is that in canon he’s not like that at all. during his sex scenes with feyre he’s never manipulative or wanting control #over her in any way…thats why I can’t even take this ship seriously cause like this isn’t even Rhys. This is a random stereotypical mafia ya #copy that you’re calling Rhys. people who ship these two claim it’s done because they have a deeper understanding of the series and it’s #characters when in reality you understand dogshit about these people and you don’t like who they are in canon so you cope with that by #opening ao3

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astrababyy · 1 year

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it sucks how this book series refuses to allow feyre any sort of agency or consequences anymore. it really ruins the nuance to her.

feyre as a character in book 1 was something kind of special. in book 1, feyre overcame an intense prejudice against the fae — however justified her fears might’ve been considering the rumors that were spreading of faeries killing humans by crossing the wall.

and she didn’t just overcome it — feyre risked her life to save one of prythian’s high lords. she went through pain and torture and turmoil all for a faerie, because of love and loyalty and hope that they could have a future together. that’s actually really beautiful, and i genuinely despise how that’s destroyed in the later books.

feyre doesn’t get to have any agency from book 2 and on. she doesn’t get to have an emotional maturity higher than that of a teenager (which, in fairness, is kinda fair since she’s like 22 in the latest book), blaming other people for her own choices and decisions. feyre doesn’t get responsibility for her actions or a complex look at her suffering and pain.

feyre gave everything to save tamlin — and his court. she gave everything up for the male she loved, and that’s completely destroyed in acomaf by that book having the audacity to treat it as though feyre’s suffering utm was even a little bit due to tamlin.

the suffering has to be pinned on someone — and that someone can’t be feyre, despite her being the one to go down there. someone has to take the blame so feyre can keep playing the victim in a situation where only the victims survived and making jokes out of other people who faced hell all the same. there can’t be any complexity in her wondering if all her actions were even worth it. she can just blame the victims of the situation and move on with her life.

feyre’s the savior of Prythian, and she became that of her own accord. tamlin returned her to her old life, and she went back. she went back despite everything. she suffered torment, fucking death, and anything and everything in between. in the beginning, she hates Fae so much that she feels no remorse for killing a faerie, even if she wasn’t fully in the know of his status as a species. in the end, she’s willing to give up everything for one. that’s beautiful. it’s actually pretty profound and a very noble thing on feyre’s part that’s a real testament to her original character.

however annoying or irritating she was in the books, feyre was a much more balanced character in the first book, in my personal opinion. she had flaws, yes, but she also had skills and intelligence (on occasion) and a noble character to her that made her more likable.

it’s completely ruined by how the books just won’t let her be a person in favor of making her out to be saintly, even though that just makes her annoying asf. feyre destroyed the spring court to get back at tamlin? oh, let’s just pretend that all the lives she ruined aren’t important just ��cause her feelings were hurt. feyre locked her fucking sister in the house of wind because she didn’t like how she coped? it doesn’t matter, because nesta got “better” anyway! feyre went willingly utm to be the characters’ savior, and makes herself out to be the victim a book later because “tamlin didn’t do anything”?? even though he’s the one that brought her back home where she’d hopefully be safer anyway?? really??

it’s just like… the fact that feyre’s character needed to be bent and twisted into something unrecognizable so it could seem remotely realistic that she’d ever get with rhysand is something so depressing ‘cause her character is ruined and reduced to a love interest to mr iM sO pOweRfuL aNd dEpResSeD LoOk aT mE. like, i’m sitting here wondering how sjm can call herself a feminist when this is how she ruins her mcs.

feyre’s just like- “hero gets saved from suffering by victims then goes back to save them anyway; blames them for not helping her AGAIN when their hands were all but physically tied behind their backs”. like, this is not okay. it’s such a lazy way to portray a character, and it’s really such an injustice to the actually decent personality and arc feyre had in the first book.

in other words: thanks, i hate it. 😃

#anti sjm #anti acomaf #anti feyre #ig #not really #actually not at all tbh #I spent this entire post singing her praises #which is rare since I don’t even like her #sjm critical #this one’s long sorry #anti rhysand #anti feysand #what a distasteful pairing like actually #pro tamlin #he’s not really a focus #but I’m defending him here so #tamlin #astrababyy #astrababyy ramblings

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thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid · 1 month

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Okay 😒😒😒 I’ll work on the Feyre portrait again 😒😒😒

Have a wip update while I bitch and moan about working on it

#it’s not that I don’t want to work on it #but like #idk #it just isn’t right #but also this one is the my choice for her portrait #and every ref I tried to look at/for just doesn’t scream Feyre #while the other sisters had very much refs that were Theirs™️#also the piece is way more updated than that #her skin was just giving me such grief #Rowan’s art

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mossytrashcan · 6 months

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sjm’s cardinal sin is how fucking boring most of her character designs are. amren and lucien are like the only ones I kind of fuck w, and also the cc characters seem kind of interesting. it’s actually so hard for me to root for any feyre romance when makes the aesthetics explode w her white girlness

#sorry I’m so filled with rage #yeah I get it I have to make acotar art for the mutuals but how do I do that when literally everything makes me nauseous #I would’ve been the craziest feysand if he just had normal eyes and feyre had like black hair #I don’t even really fuck w feylin cuz that’s just a scary tan man and christian girl autumn lady

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komoonyoungah · 2 years

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I know this fandom likes to shit on Nesta for being “hOrRiBLe tO fEyRe” so let’s talk about it. I want to discuss Feyre’s pregnancy specifically.

Nesta was forced into a spot (by Rhys) where she should watch her sister die and say nothing about it or she will be the bad guy?! Preventable death no less. What is wrong with y’all?!! Does nobody understand that she is her little sister?!??? Would you be able to watch your sister essentially being forced to kill herself and say nothing about it?! And don’t even get me started on how Rhys had the guts to want to actually kill Nesta for telling Feyre the truth when he knows damn well he let his “mate” die without so much as a warning. He didn’t even give her a choice when she had one. Idk if this is SJM’s pro life propaganda or just a shitty shitty shitty male character but it is unforgivable either way.

Now I know that the main argument is not about what Nesta said but rather how she said it. And I can concede that; but not entirely.

The way Nesta told Feyre might not have been ideal but can we back up for a second and look at why Nesta was destructively furious at the time? I’ll tell you why: because Feyre herself made it ok for strangers to discuss and judge her own sister behind her back. Mind you Nesta wasn’t mad about whichever decision they came to; she was mad that she was being discussed and judged at a “meeting.” Not to mention that the point of the whole discussion was whether to tell her about something that she created. Something that shouldn’t have been up for debate in the first place. I don’t see high lord Rhys creating magic objects now do I? So why’s it even up to him to decide?

And don’t get me started on Amren and her insinuation that Nesta made the weapon so that he can become a dictator. Like okay Amren sure the weapons “aPpEaRd” for Rhys’s disposal. Right. Not like they were made by the same person who killed hybern, lanthys, and briallyn. The person who every high and mighty fearsome creature called “god” and (my personal favorite) “queen of queens.” The same person on whom Rhys’s fancy magic don’t work. The same person who the sacred objects answer to no matter what and no matter where. Sure.

The only sane person in that entire debacle was Azriel though. I am 100% anti inner circle and their high school clique popular image so I must exclude Az from that narrative. Credit is where credit is due.

#high queen nesta #pro nesta #anti rhysand #anti feyre #acosf thoughts #ACOSF #i was going somewhere and went somewhere else entirely #I’m sorry tumblr I don’t know where else to go with my big feelings #booktok and bookstagram are too in love with Rhys for my liking #this is my only safe space

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theadorelocksly · 11 months

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Lol I wanted to post this redraw of Feyre that I did of the 2021 one but couldn’t find the og post 😔 HOWEVER someone just added a hate comment to it so now I have the post to link! Thanks for helping me show my progress bestie😙✌🏽

#ignore the arrow being on the wrong side pls #I don’t feel like fixing it #pro feyre #feyre archeron #feyre darling #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #acowar #acofas #my art #acotar fanart

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shows-up-naked-covered-in-bees · 2 months

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A Court of Thorns and Roses || Feyre Archeron

And yes the book is upside down

#fanart #art #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #feyre cursebreaker #feyre archeron #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #acotar fanart #I don’t like how she came out looking like a toddler #but sometimes the art doesn’t art #and that’s okay #😌

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bookishfeylin · 10 months

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Hii bookish! There's scene where feyre saw children's books from tamlin's study anf she thought it might be from his childhood or probably for alis' nephews. Though we never saw them discussing about it. Can I request that you'll write a prompt about this? Take your time and take care!!

Nonny you asked this like MONTHS ago and I'm so sorry this got away from me. I love receiving prompts so feel free to send another as I get back into writing lol but at any rate here is the longggggggg awaited prompt!

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Feyre let her fingers linger on each book she passed in Tamlin’s study, slowing as she entered a familiar aisle. A smile teased her lips as she crouched down, looking for the book she knew she’d left here yesterday. Learning to read hasn’t been easy, but… she was coming along. Slowly but surely.

After several minutes of searching, Feyre finally found the text she was looking for—a book called The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe that Tamlin told her was a story his mother had read with him every night as a child—and, eager to resume reading, she grabbed the book and looked for her favorite corner of the study.

It was crazy, Feyre supposed, just how quickly she’d come to make Rosehall home. But she’d only just settled down in a plush armchair and cocooned herself in a blanket when she was interrupted by the sound of heavy bootsteps coming her way.

Realizing who it was—only a certain High Lord's footfalls sounded that heavy—Feyre rolled her eyes and returned to her book, deciding to let him come to her.

And come to her Tamlin did, rounding the corner in front of Feyre with crossed arms and a raised brow. “Where have you been all day?”

Feyre gestured around the study. “Here. Reading. Since you decided to neglect me I had to entertain myself.”

“Neglect you?” Tamlin said, stepping closer with a playful grin.

“You left me all by myself—”

“I literally begged you to come join the meeting and not force me to get through that without your company, love—”

“And now you cut me off,” Feyre pouted, crossing her arms and turning away from him.

Laughing, Tamlin stepped closer, attempting to take her into his arms even as she pulled away. “Feyre…”

Feyre refused to meet his eyes, feigning anger over the oh-so-horrible slight of his having to run a government, but eventually allowed him to encircle his arms around her and pick her up. Feyre continued looking away from him, refusing to meet his gaze, until he kissed her over and over between quiet, half-hearted apologies.

Then: “Never leave me alone again.”

Tamlin chuckled again, holding Feyre as he slowly began to walk away from her armchair and back towards the study's entrance. “I’ll do my best, love, but you could make it easier by not hiding in the furthest corner of the children's section of my study.”

“You could make it easier for me by simply not having a children's section and distributing these books throughout the study instead of confining them to some corner. Perhaps you could organize your books by subject rather than age?”

“Hmm. No.”

Feyre let out a small laugh before leaning into the crook of Tamlin's shoulder as he carried her out of the study, and ignored the stares from servants wondering why their High Lord was carrying around his lover yet again when she was neither ill nor injured.

It wasn’t until they’d reached their bedroom, though, that Feyre had truly thought over Tamlin's response, and after putting her book down on the bed she turned to him with a frown. “Why do you have a children's section in your library, Tamlin? They’re convenient for me to learn to read with, but I’m certain you don’t exactly need them.”

“Nostalgia,” he mumbled, slowly unwinding her from her blanket. “My mother read those to me when I was a child, and I suppose I’d hoped that one day… one day I could do the same to any children I had.”

“We'll have,” Feyre corrected, leaning forward to pull him into her lap. “One day.”

“One day far from now,” Tamlin finished, capturing her lips as he lowered her down to the bed.

One day far from now. It was a vow, and a hope, and a promise of their future together, a future Feyre hadn’t even let herself consider Under the Mountain. One day they’d start a family. And the study, Feyre was certain, was going to need many, many more children's books when they did.

#Goofy overdramatic Feylin is the best Feylin #ask #anon #feylin fic #feylin #feyre x tamlin #acotar #tamlin x feyre #feyre archeron #tamlin #‘Bookish why does Tamlin have the narnia books in his library?’ because why not #And again I am SO sorry this took so long #I don’t like the ending so much but. I NEED to finally publish this

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