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(This is my first poem and I made first half of this accidentally then I got inspired by Elena and Bran story from Tog.)

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'Happiness is a warm cup of coffee'

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'I want to talk about everything with at least one person as I talk about things with myself.' -Fydor Dostoyevsky

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The main reason why I'm still lonely.

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there is beauty in darkness too...just look at the moon

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"Oh damn never seen that color blue ".

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Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.

William Faulkner

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"Life is filled with cracks...if only we could go back ."

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Sometimes motivational dramas are all we need in our life

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"Green is the prime colour of the world, and that from which it's loveliness arises."

Pedro Calderon De La Barca

Source @pinteres

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...Finally found an answer to why I like tragedies ...

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I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch everything go wrong.

Lemony Snicket

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ill-fated | rhysand

part two

✎ᝰ inspo

↳ Can u do a fic of rhysand x reader where reader is his wife and she finds about feyre being his mate with a happy ending , if not just please ignore the message ❤️❤️

okokok i love this request but i hadddd to add some angst because if i was the wife i would not be in love with this idea lmao but the ending is a good one<3

WHEN your husband returned from under the mountain, he was difficult. it was to be expected, he had gone through something traumatic for years on end, repeating over and over with no escape in sight. however, you couldn’t help but to notice him being affectionate with everyone else during the healing process and not you.

at first, you assumed it was a woman’s touch he avoided, but you had caught him hugging and touching woman friend’s numerous times but stiffened when you approached him or extended a hand to him.

it wasn’t until you saw a girl in your house chucking a shoe at your husband before you connected the dots. your husband had found someone.

the man who once doted on you, who made you feel like the one for him, who cursed the cauldron for not mating you two, who wiped your tears when you broke down about his mate being out there waiting for him.

and here she was. your husbands perfect counterpart. the other part of his soul.

you observed the way his eyes fixated on her, such an intensity of emotion you had never seen on him. his body language, his soul basically begging her to notice the tugging on the thread between them.

“who is this, rhysand?” your voice was brittle and eyes glossed over as you stood at the top of the staircase, your gaze unsure of which one of them to focus in on. the sound of your frantic heartbeat eliminated all sound and your stomach turned, a bubble of nausea rolling over.

rhysand’s body froze. you knew your husband well, you could read his expression even when his back was turned towards you.

but then again, maybe you didn’t know him. because here he was, willingly letting another woman into your home. the home you built together, the home you planned to raise children in, the home that was filled of photo albums and wedding pictures. your home.

“excuse me for a moment, feyre.”

feyre. feyre. feyre.

the name repeated in your mind like the beat of a drum, sounding out every syllable until you were on the verge of throwing up.

feyre and rhysand.

you spun, running up the stairs and towards the master bathroom, emptying all the contents in your stomach in between choking on sobs. your shaky hands braced your head up, your vision so blurred you could only hear him shutting the door behind you.

“y/n. please. let me explain.”

his words cut your heart into two. not even a “it isn’t what it looks like.” this confirmed what your mind already knew. the stunning woman in your house was here to steal your husband.

“when were you planning on telling me?”

“please. i…” your husband struggled to find his words. tears streamed down his face and he placed his tattooed hand over his eyes and braced the counter with his other.

“when, rhysand? when did you stop being my husband and become her mate?”

rhysand let out a silent sob, his body trembling as he kept his hand over his face.

“i didn’t mean for this to happen, y/n. it just… snapped into place. i don’t even know what to say, i just…”

you sat up straight and blinked, flushing your vomit and shoving him over so you could reach the sink. rinsing your mouth out and collecting yourself to the best of your ability, you exhaled.

“you aren’t going to reject it, are you?”

no response.

you pursed your lips and nodded, turning to face him.

“you sleep with her?”

rhys shook his head. “gods, no, y/n.”

“you kiss her?”

no response again.

you couldn’t even meet his eyes. “show me.”

“excuse me?”

you slowly let out a shaky breath. “show me what you two did. show me everything.”

rhysand sobbed, turning his back away from the door and pressing his forehead to it. “y/n. stop.”

“how dare you tell me to stop, rhysand. you brought her into our home. so you’re going to fucking show me every interaction with her. you owe me, you made a vow to me.”

“oh for fuck’s sake, y/n. you wanna see? go right ahead.”

a vision of her body, the dress your husband made her wear, his hands on her skin, his lips on hers. you instantly regretted asking.

your heart was smashed into a million little shards by the person who promised to protect and guard it until the day he dies.

“i’ll pack my shit and go stay at the house of wind until i can contact my parents.”

rhysand blinked through his salty tears and began to shake his head, reaching out to you for the first time in months. you let him touch you, but didn’t return it.

“what? no. don’t leave.”

you began crying again and looked down. “rhysand,” you whimpered. “i’m letting you go, okay? you found who you were fated to be with. there’s nothing i can do, and i sure as hell will not sit under the same roof we made love in and that you promised a forever in. i can’t.”

he didn’t say anything, he just sunk to the floor and hugged your legs, choking on his own sobs and repeating an endless slur of apologies.

you stepped out of his hold and turned the handle of the door, taking one last look at your broken husband on the bathroom tile.

“i’m so sorry it couldn’t be you, my love. i’m so fucking sorry.”

“me too, rhys. i’ll write a letter so we can finalize my departure from both the court and our marriage, but i do not wish to see you under any circumstances ever again.”

“i love you, y/n.”

you sighed and shut the door behind you, leaning back on the other side and listening to him sobbing uncontrollably before winnowing out of the house to rita’s, praying to find cassian, azriel, or mor.

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"She had the human look of domesticated animal."

Tender is the flesh

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...and it's expression was so human that it filled me with horror...

Leopoldo Lugones (Tender is the flesh)

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Well Just finished reading this book and I don't know what to say...I need weeks to process this book. Btw did anyone noticed that the first quote from chapter 1 and the last thing he said matched?

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