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damedechance · 10 months

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» read on ao3 (3/5) » listen to playlist » start over (pt 1)

Pairing: Feysand

Rating: E (like, very much so)

Summary: How unseemly it was–for a professor to be alone in his office with a student like this. With the door shut behind them, hazy morning light and flexing fingers between them. Indecent, really.

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Early morning light streamed in through the windows, a light mist collected over them and casting everything in a muted, silvery blue. The overhead light was off, but someone had turned on his desk light, because their hands were illuminated by a dull yellow glow as they retracted each finger into a fist, and hid them behind their back.

Feyre Archeron whirled around, her features already preemptively arranged in defiance. Her jaw tight, eyes narrowed, chin tipped up. But the way she had jumped the second he walked in–and the light flush of pink over her cheeks–betrayed any sort of daring she wished to convey.

Did I scare you?

He exhaled, a sharp burst of air from his lungs that instantly melted the strained grin on his face into something loose and delirious. He allowed himself to collapse, shoulder against the doorframe, and put both hands in his pockets so that she wouldn’t see them shaking.

To lay eyes upon her was an indulgence, one he consumed greedily. All the rivulets of bronze that cascaded over her shoulders. Misty blue eyes that bore into him, these moonish globes over stardusted cheeks and a frown that shouldn’t have been so endearing, but his eyes were caught swinging back and forth over that dipping shape again and again.

While his fingertips burned. She wore a plush cream sweater, just barely tucked at the front. He could have pulled it loose in an instant, had his hands underneath it and stretching across her skin in as much time as it took him to take a breath. He’d have her mesmerizing little sighs pressed up against his ear–unpolluted by wires or static.

I want to draw you.

An impulse that made complete sense to him, now, as his eyes traced this mere inch of skin revealed by the space between the hem of her pleated skirt and the top of her socks. He’d like to trace it with his fingers instead, feel her hands gripping his arms, his shoulders, his hair–shoving him down.

She was wearing boots, and she tapped the toe of one against the heel of the other as she fidgeted beneath his focus.

“Hello, Feyre darling,” Rhysand said, eyes flicking back up to her face.

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Tag List: @melting-houses-of-gold, @areyoudreaminof, @starfall-spirit, @octobers-veryown, @sourlemons262, @bibliophiliaxvignette, @shadowriel, @freyjas-musings, @headcanonheadcase, @rhysiedarling, @dxnniiix, @sunshinebingo, @tothestarsandwhateverend, @asnowfern, @separatist-apologist, @corcracrow, @thelovelymadone, @lulling-night-sky, @foundress0fnothing, @ultadverb [Pls let me know if you'd like to be removed or added, no pressure at all!]

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deceitfulapple-eatingscoundrel · 11 months

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You guys remember, “I have seen the acorn before the oak”, right? When Madoc came to visit Eva in the prologue of The Cruel Prince?

Apparently one method of tricking a changeling child into revealing their identity is to pretend to cook a meal for many people in an eggshell. The changeling, upon seeing this, will, in astonishment, say

Acorn before oak I knew,

An egg before a hen,

But I never heard of an eggshell brew

A dinner for harvest men.

or something along those lines, thus implicating him.

This is from a Celtic fairytale titled Brewery of Eggshells and is from Thomas Crofton Croker’s first volume of Fairy Legends and Traditions of the South of Ireland which was published in 1825.

I think Holly Black might have seen this Facebook post because it has the EXACT same words in it and was posted in 2012. 6 years before the publication of The Cruel Prince.

Thoughts?

P.S. I don’t think anyone else has interpreted the quote in this way but @rhysiedarling has written a particularly interesting piece where she refers to it as an example of foreshadowing.

#hollyblack #Holly Black #thefolkoftheair #The Folk of the Air #TFOTA #thecruelprince #The Cruel Prince #TCP #Where was I going with this?#IDK.#You tell me.

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shallyne · 11 months

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A Siren's Favor | Feysand Moodboard

It was a beautiful day at the Adriata coast. The day just neared it's end, the sky tinting pink and the seagulls song a beautiful melody as they flew overhead of Feyre. As infuriating these creatures are, they made Feyre feel like home.

Feyre Archeron, Adriata's most deathly siren, perched on a rock near the coast, watching the sunset as she cleaned a bone from her latest victim, humming her melody. She loved the hunt, it was her favorite thing in the entire world, but close after were these moments. The peacefulness of having done an amazing job, again, and just be alone for a few hours. This was her spot and everyone knew not to disturb her while she's there.

Well, almost everyone. Apparently the sea gods didn't grant Feyre a evening of peace as she saw a familiar, dark haired head breaking the water surface below her rock. "No," Feyre told Rhys before he could even open his mouth.

"I didn't even say anything!" he exclaimed, heaving himself up beside her, grinning. "Is that a new trophy?" he pointed to the bone in Feyre's hand. "Poor thing."

"Poor thing?" Feyre huffed and shook her head. "They know the stories. They are stupid enough to test out if they are true. It's their own damn fault to disrupt my peace. Which leads me to, what do you want?"

Rhysand looked nervous, his mermaid tail twitching as he looked to the horizon. "I need a favor of you." Feyre didn't reply, gesturing for him to move on. That would be interesting if he wants a favor of her. "You need to lure something for me."

Feyre slid her gaze sidewards to him. "I'm not doing your dirty work, Rhysand. You are more than capable enough of killing mortals yourself."

"She's killing Merfolk from my pod, Feyre. Trust me, I don't ask of favors easily. I tried to catch her." he sighed, brushing his wet hair back with his hand. "I can't let her continue."

"First of all," Feyre said, fully turning her head to Rhysand. "If I'm going to kill a mortal for you, I'm keeping her...treasures, understood?" to her surprise, Rhysand nodded without any protest, "Second of all, who are you talking about?"

"Her name is Amarantha." Rhysand told Feyre, "I let Azriel gather information about her. Apparently she already torments mermaids for decades. She's fairly knew to Adriata, but she already killed four of my Merfolk."

"Why don't you ask Tarquin? It's his territory."

"Tarquin will imprison her at most, I want that bitch dead." he said.

Feyre grinned up at Rhysand, heat pooling in her lower belly as she tells Rhys, "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"I mean it." Rhys said seriously, although Feyre could have sworn his face flushed.

"Me too, Rhysand." she said, sitting straight, "Your owe me a big favor for this, you know that? Where is Amarantha located by the way?"

"I know I owe you big for this." he replied, a side smile forming on his face. "She's residing on the eastern isle, near the cliffs."

Feyre beamed, "How I love luring mortals over cliffs!" she squealed. She didn't wait for any more information as she hopped into the water below and made her way to the eastern isles. That bitch would pay for killing in Feyre's waters.

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @edgyellie @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25

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live-the-fangirl-life · 10 months

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azulaski · 4 years

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Artist : @whimsicalillustration on Instagram

Azriel as a mermaid 😍

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story-scribbler · 3 years

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the feysand revival: taglist

This event probably won't happen for a while, but if you want to be tagged when we start posting the fics, comment or message me so I can add you! (just keeping a masterpost of everyone who's asked to be added for convenience, writers and readers alike, so sorry if this pops up in your notifications!)

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damedechance · 9 months

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» read on ao3 (4/5) » listen to playlist

Pairing: Feysand

Rated: E

Summary: Feyre Archeron was not in the habit of thinking things through.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟRead below for a brief snippet:

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She was nearly finished, when the sun began to set behind her, and the museum fell even deeper into silence. There were still a few more details she wanted to map out, at the very least, when a pair of black, well-polished shoes entered her line of sight.

“I’m leaving soon, I promise,” Feyre murmured as she swept her hand over the page, brushing a few shavings from her eraser onto the security guard’s shoes. “Just a minute.”

The guard took another step towards her, and Feyre went completely still. Her eyes flicked up from her drawing to where his hands were shoved into his pockets.

“What’s the hurry?” he said.

Feyre dropped her pencil.

It rolled across the floor–the sound harsh and grating in the tranquility of the museum–as her eyes flicked up to see Rhys.

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shallyne · 8 months

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Feysand Week Day Five

It's Mor POV but it's about Feysand! ❤️

Mor her phone out of Cassian's hand, scowling at him. "Keep your dirty paws of my things." she scoffed, sliding it back into the pocket of her red blazer. Rolling her eyes at Cassian, she caught a glimpse of Rhysand and Feyre walking a few feet in front of them, holding hands. Feyre was basically skipping as their hushed voices floated through noise of crunching leaves under their soles and occasionally a car driving bar. Mor huffed, crossing her arms against the autumn cold. "And they tell us they aren't dating. Look, they don't even make a secret out of it."

Azriel and Cassian both turned their attention to the lovebirds, Azriel quietly taking in the scene as Cassian grunted amused.

"Honestly," Azriel spoke the for the first time since they started walking down that road, "I don't think they even know they are dating."

Mor laughed out loud, clasping the straps of her backpack, a strong wind rustling the skirts of her school uniform. "What?"

"I think that they really believe they are just friends," Azriel said. Mor thought about and it would make sense. The nervous gazes they threw each other when someone assumed they were dating and they spoke, panicked, in unison, no, we're just friends!

"But they aren't just friends." Mor said more quietly as Feyre giggled at something Rhys had whispered in her ear. She pushed him away, still giggling, but Rhys didn't move an inch and playfully tugged at the Red ribbon in Feyre's ponytail that matched their uniform.

"Of course they aren't." Cassian said, kicking a rock to the side. "They don't know yet."

"Or they do know ans They just don't accept it yet." Azriel shrugged.

"Hmm," Mor played with the end of her braid in thought, "I beg Rhys thinks Feyre doesn't like him or that he's not good enough or some shit like that and Feyre doesn't want to make the first step because she doesn't want to endanger her friendship with Rhys." She nodded, satisfied with her assessment. Mor basically grew up with her cousin and Feyre was her best friend, she knew them well enough. They also knew that they couldn't make any comment about their not-yet-relationship because they would avoid each other for a full two hours, not wanting people to think that about them. "They are so stupid."

"So, who's gonna tell them?" Cassian asked. "Or will they forever tip toe around each other?"

"Don't you dare tell them that they are in love!" Mor warned Cassian, pressing a finger into his bicep. "You understand?"

"Alright," he snorted, "Ten bucks that they will kiss before new year."

"Don't vet on them," Mor said half-heartedly, "Twenty bucks that they kiss sometime in december."

"Twenty-five that they kiss on Rhys's birthday." Azriel threw in.

Mor chuckled, "Alright, the bet stands."

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @edgyellie @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader @officialfeysandweek2023

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shallyne · 8 months

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Feysand Week Day Four

Feyre couldn't remember when she last felt so much happiness about feeling the sun on her face. It was Feyre, Nyx, and Rhys's first walk together as a family after Nyx's birth. They made small rounds through the garden for Feyre's sake because she couldn't sit still but this was their first real walk. Rhys pushed Nyx's stroller, Feyre walking, more like limping at this part of recovery, beside him and had one hand on the handle of the stroller. Nyx was sound asleep and tugged in. Even though Feyre had insisted she was ready for a walk, she got nervous when it was finally time. She fussed, made checklists to make sure Nyx had everything he needed and checked it three times while explaining to Rhys what was important and why it was important. He knew, of course he did after reading endless books throughout her pregnancy and asking the doctors a million question, but he still listened intently and nodded. He knew it would calm bet down and if he caught her at the wrong moment, she would bite his head off. Feyre had apologized countless of times after she snapped at him for changing his diaper wrong. It wasn't wrong but Feyre had to suffer from mood swings these days even more than during her pregnancy and her husband was so understanding. Sometimes she just wanted to kiss him breathless for it and sometimes she wished he would snap back when she was being especially moody but he wouldn't. He was with her through it all, drying her tears, giving her room when she was in a bad mood, laughing with her and standing at Nyx's crib for hours in the middle of the night, watching as their son slept. Feyre always watched him in wonder, barely believing that she had a son. That they had a son. They were parents. The second night after Nyx was born, Feyre cried silent tears as she caressed her son's chubby cheeks, promising him that she would never be like her mother. Nyx would always be loved, Nyx would always have a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear for his dreams and his fears. He would never be alone, Feyre promised.

She sighed, walking down the cobblestone streets with Rhys and then turning into a little street surrounded by trees. Her legs became tired already and she was still hurting. "Can we stop for a minute?" she asked, pointing to the wooden bench on the walkway.

"Of course," Rhys said softly, swiping with his sleeve over the bench before Feyre sat down, groaning. From there they could look at the Sidra, shimmering like a sapphire in the early spring sun. "Are you cold?" Rhys asked her.

Feyre shook her head, scooting a little forward to find a comfortable position. "This is nice," she said, turning her face towards the sun again.

Rhys agreed, checking if Nyx was alright in the stroller. He was still asleep. "Are you in pain?" he asked her, nodding to the hand Feyre rested on her stomach.

"No," she sighed. She did it subconsciously, resting her hand right above the scar on her stomach. It sometimes hurt but most of the time it was only an uncomfortable tug, an echo of the previous pain. She was on strict bedrest for the first few days after the birth, to heal. This was the reason she needed to go out today, she went mad inside the house for too long. Just a little walk with her family.

She extended her hand for Rhys to take it. He did, planting a kiss on all her fingers and the back of her hand. She wanted to rest her head on his shoulder but the strain of that movement would hurt so she kept back, watching their surroundings. Snow had already melted and the world seemed to come back to life after winter, just in time to greet her son into the world.

Yes, Feyre felt like a mess but she would do it all again to hold Nyx into her arms.

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @edgyellie @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader @officialfeysandweek2023

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shallyne · 8 months

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Feysand Week Day Seven

This is part of my Biscuit Series but you do NOT have to read the rest of the series for that oneshot. It's just a lot of oneshots in a random order

Feyre was stressed. She didn't expect it would be easy to plan a wedding but she wouldn't have expected all the tiny steps in between were very important. One extra step was her own fault because she insisted on having her cat being part of the wedding. Biscuit played a big factor that Feyre and Rhysand even were where they are now. They had grown closer over taking care of Biscuit, they had found her together and Rhys was the only other person who Biscuit trusted as much as she trusted Feyre. Most of the time.

It would be a small party, simple. As much for Feyre's sake as it was for Biscuits sake. Everytime Feyre mentioned that her cat would be a part of her wedding people made this face that told her that they thought she was absolutely weird but Feyre didn't care. Rhys understood and that was all that matters.

Sighing, Feyre pushed the planner to the side and took a look at the color swatches when suddenly a purring sounded from her side. "Oh, hello Biscuit." she said in a baby voice, heaving her on Feyres lap where Biscuit curled together. "That's a surprise, you're not in your hammock." she kissed the top of Biscuit's head quickly before she turned away. She suppressed a laugh at the annoyed look Biscuit threw her. "I ordered cat biscuits for you but don't tell Rhys."

"Don't tell me what?" Rhys asked.

Feyre looked over her shoulder, where Rhys stood at the counter of the open kitchen and shrugged off his jacket. "That you buttoned your shirt wrong." she told him and the moment it took him to check and realize that Feyre lied, she changed the topic, "How's Naya?"

Rhys sighed, "My mother almost bit my head off when I went into her sewing room because she was working on your dress. Don't worry, I didn't see it, she made sure." he flopped down on the couch beside Feyre, scratching Biscuits between her ears. "She's good, excited for the wedding. So is Selene." Rhys's sister. "And my Father kept asking about wearing a suit."

"You told him no suits, right? Biscuit is afraid of middle aged men in suits!" Feyre said.

"Biscuit is also afraid of peas." Rhys snorted, watching the cat resting on Feyre's lap.

"That's why we won't have any!" she replied, grinning at Rhys.

He rolled his eyes but smirked, "Yes, I told my father about the no-suits rule. Although I can't remember a day in my life when he didn't wear one."

Feyre clicked her pen in thought, careful not to disturb Biscuit, "Maybe it will be fine if he doesn't tug his shirt into his pants and leaves the jacket. We'll have to test that." Feyre made a note on a small piece of paper and tugged it into the planner.

When she looked back at Rhys, he was already watching her with a serene expression. He twirled a strand of hair around his finger. "I can't wait to finally call you my wife, you know that?"

"You already do that." she giggled, taking his hand.

"I can't wait to officially call you my wife." he countered, clearly satisfied with his answer. Feyre leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his lips. He smiled when she pulled back and sighed, "By the way, why did I get an email about an order confirmation from a pet bakery?"

Shit, did she use his email address? Feyre shrugged, "Weird," she only said, going back to planning their wedding.

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @edgyellie @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader @officialfeysandweek2023

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live-the-fangirl-life · 1 year

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✨Hello wonderful Tumblr friends! ✨

If you’ve read any of my fics then you know that I have a passion for traveling 🌎🌍🌏 I havent been as active with my writing as of late because I’ve been pouring my creative energy into designing digital travel prints!

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live-the-fangirl-life · 1 year

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🌎Travel Posters🌏

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I know I've been a bit inactive in my fic writing, but that's because I've been pouring my creative energy into new projects. If you've read A World Away then you know how passionate I am about traveling. That is why I create travel posters - so you can bring the beauty of the world into your life.

I wanted to share my page with you all because I am very happy with this work!

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shallyne · 8 months

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Feysandweek Day Seven

Feyre watched as Mor left the venue, the last of their guest to go that evening. She waved one last time over her shoulder before she was out of Feyre's vision.

Rhys crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. She sighed, leaning into him. "I'm sorry that everything went wrong today," he said quietly, the only other sound being the rain splashing on the glass roof. "First the cake, then that rain, your shoes, your veil and the car breaking down. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Rhys." she said, mindlessly drawing circles on the back of his hand. "It wasn't your fault that everything that could go wrong went wrong." Feyre sighed, "Isn't it a bridal thing to be stressed out of your mind on the morning of you wedding."

Rhys huffed, "Not like that, no." he replied. "I wish I could have kept all the stress away from you, finding another way."

Feyre shook her head, "We're married now, aren't we? We reached out ultimate goal, with a few bumps on the way. And trust me, Rhysand, no obstacle in the world would have kept me from marrying you. I'll fight."

She could feel Rhys smiling, "And I would be at your side the whole time. I will be at your side, forever." he grabbed her hand, whirling her around. "Would you do me the honor and end the evening with a last dance?"

"I would," she said, "but the band is already gone."

"We don't need music." he said, taking her hand to pull her closer.

Feyre smiled brightly, resting her hand on his shoulder, his own resting on the small of her back. "Then it would be my honor to dance with you, Rhys." she kissed, softly. For now.

They began swaying in the quiet, to the splashing of the rain on the roof, the whistling of the wind. There in the empty hall it was only them, Feyre and Rhysand, in the very early morning hours, dusk only a few short hours away. Feyre moved her hand, to rest her head on Rhys's shoulder in its stead. "I'd do it all over again, you know?"

"I know." he said, his thumb drawing soothing circles in her back. "Me too, chaos and all."

"I love you." she whispered, exhaustion starting to settle in her bones.

"I love you too, Feyre darling."

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @edgyellie @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader @officialfeysandweek2023

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shallyne · 8 months

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Feysand Week Day Seven

Feyre is a mom featuring my OC kids: Nemesis, second born of Feysand, Bragi, youngest of Feysand and Carl, adoptive son of Feysand and Nyx's best friend

It was the height of summer. It was hot, the weather was nice and the kids had begged Feyre for a pool day. After hours of searching their bathing suits and swim shorts, enough towels to dry them all, bickering about whose towel belongs to who and convincing them to put on sunscreen, especially Carl who was very prone to sunburns, they finally made it to the pool in their backyard. Feyre was lounging at the side, Bragi laying in their baby bouncer in the shade right beside Feyre while Nemesis, Nyx and Carl were running around the pool.

"DO NOT," Feyre warned Nyx, "push her!"

Her teenager stomped his foot on the ground, "Why not?" he asked as Nemesis turned around surprised to find her brother there.

"It's fine, mom!" Nemesis called back.

"I don't want anyone crying in the end!" Feyre said.

"Okay!" Nemesis replied and Nyx took a step forward to push his little sister into the pool but while they argued, Carl had crept up behind Nyx and pushed him. Nyx yelped, grabbing Carl's arm and made them both fall into the water. Nemesis jumped in excitement, hopping into the pool right after her brothers.

"Impossible, hm?" Feyre asked Bragi in a high-pitched voice, feeling their temperature to make sure they don't get too hot. Bragi kicked their little little chubby legs in answer, rewarding Feyre with a toothless smile.

"You're having fun without me?" Rhys asked from the black double doors that led into the house.

Feyre snorted, not taking her attention from the kids, "The fun just started." she said pointedly and she knew Rhys would get what she meant, that getting them here was anything but fun. Well, okay, that was a lie. It had brought Feyre joy to see their excitement but she could have lived without the stress.

Rhys sighed dramatically, fixing Bragi's little sun hat. "I could have helped you, you know."

Feyre waved him away, "I didn't want to disturb you, it's fine." she pointed to Nyx and Carl who held Nemesis at her arms and legs and counted to three before they threw her into the pool, Nemesis laughing and squealing, "We made it."

Rhys sat on the floor, beside Bragi's bouncer, and watched the kids, laughing softly. "Don't take the floaties off!" he told Nemesis.

"I don't!" Nemesis snapped.

Rhys raised an eyebrow, clearly fighting a laugh. "She's not even seven years old and already has an attitude." he chuckled at that, "This is going to be interesting, don't you think?"

"Oh it will be." Feyre agreed.

Rhys leaned over to give Feyre a kiss, then stood up, "I'll be right back, I'll just change into my swim trunks."

"Bring me a glass of water while you're at it."

"Of course, my lady." he responded and vanished.

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @edgyellie @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader @officialfeysandweek2023

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@thegreyj

Happy holidays!!! 🎄🕎☃��✨🎁 I’m your Yulemas exchange secret Santa! I wish I could say this is finished but life kinda caught up with me and suddenly December is almost over lol, that’s to say - please please enjoy this snippet of your soon-to-be holiday fic ❤️

Do Not Go Quoting Elf to Me (title up for debate) snippet

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Rowan stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk and turned to face her with an arched brow. “Did you just call me cute?”

Aelin blinked as she realized what she’d just said. She saw the shock on Rowan’s face dissolve into light amusement and a small smirk play at his lips the longer she sputtered for a response. It was the damned smirk that snapped her back to life, scoffing, and hoping her face didn’t look as hot as it felt.

“I think I complained about your unfortunate singing.” She put as much bravado behind the remark as she could and made to walk around him.

Despite their often-heated bickering and petty rivalries that her other coworkers always seemed to have some sort of ‘agonizing sexual tension’ or ‘just kiss already’ comment about, neither she nor Rowan had crossed that line. The one that let them simmer in held gazes and lingering touches without worrying anything about the whys. They had an unspoken understanding that she’d just broken with one tiny, stupid, accurate word.

Rowan put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from walking away. She lifted her chin and caught his eye, daring him to make some smart comment. She readied herself for it as the smirk on his face grew, even as she was both thrilled and annoyed at herself for being thrilled that he wasn’t going to let her brush it off.

“I heard that part,” he huffed, and a white cloud of breath floated between them. “Before that – what did you say?”

Their group had nearly rounded the corner of the block but neither paid the carolers any attention.

“I think your hearing is as bad as your singing.” Aelin tried to argue as she glanced away from him. But Rowan pulled her attention back by tugging on one of the strings hanging from the side of her hat. “I didn’t say you’re cute,” she huffed at his raised brow, “I said — I said…oh shoot!”

@acourtofsnakes @a-frog-with-a-laptop @astra-ad-mare @autumnbabylon @backtobl4ck @bankerfrog @becarefuloflove @camerooonchiu @captain-swan-is-endgame @charlizeed @cookiemonsterwholovesbooks @doubt-less @earthtolinds @elentiyawhitethorn @feyretales @goddess-aelin @highqueenofelfhame @jorjy-jo @julemmaes @leiawritesstories @lemonade-coolattas @llyncooljones @mariamuses @moodymelanist @morganofthewildfire @nerdperson524 @rhysiedarling @rowaelinismyotp @rowaelinrambling @rowanaelinn @shyvioletcat @stardelia @superspiritfestival @sv0430 @swankii-art-teacher @thegreyj @the-lonelybarricade @the-regal-warrior @tomtenadia @westofmoon @whimsicallyreading @rowaelinyulemasswap

#rowaelin #yulemas exchange #snippet

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live-the-fangirl-life · 1 year

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✨Happy Holidays Lovely Friends!✨

This year I’ve been trying my best to do things that make me smile. Part of that is embracing what makes me happy and sharing those things with people I care about.

I posted a few weeks ago about my Etsy page and all the travel inspired graphics I’ve created. First and foremost, like I said in the last post, I am absolutely not asking you to buy anything. There is no pressure or expectation. And I promise I won’t bombard anyone’s feed with these posts, I really just do want to share my work because I’m really proud of it and excited about what I’m doing.

I am so psyched to now offer physical prints of nearly 50 destinations worldwide! They all come as 4x6 inch designs printed on matte photo paper, and I offer packs sizes as little as 10 prints to the maximum amount I currently have on hand (which at the moment is 47).

❁My Etsy Shop❁

I still have all my digital downloads available at 50% off - a very special promotion for my Tumblr family - with code TUMBLR50.

Once again, no pressure what so ever. Give it a share if you like and thank you all so much for the ongoing support. I love you. 💗

@acourtofsnakes @a-frog-with-a-laptop @astra-ad-mare @autumnbabylon @backtobl4ck @bankerfrog @becarefuloflove @camerooonchiu @captain-swan-is-endgame @charlizeed @cookiemonsterwholovesbooks @doubt-less @earthtolinds @elentiyawhitethorn @feyretales @goddess-aelin @highqueenofelfhame @jorjy-jo @julemmaes @leiawritesstories @lemonade-coolattas @llyncooljones @mariamuses @moodymelanist @morganofthewildfire @nerdperson524 @rhysiedarling @rowaelinismyotp @rowaelinrambling @rowanaelinn @shyvioletcat @stardelia @superspiritfestival @sv0430 @swankii-art-teacher @thegreyj @the-lonelybarricade @the-regal-warrior @tomtenadia @westofmoon @whimsicallyreading

#b’s ramblings #about me #etsyshop #feel free to ignore

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