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A snippet from the next chapter of Pain has its own heartbeat :

“You won’t, under any circumstances, be the one to perform the heart transplant, should it happen.”

When it happens, Rhys wanted to correct her.

He didn’t, though.

He was a little too annoyed by her previous words.

“I—” he scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“You will not,” she repeated, “open that little girl’s chest and you will not touch her heart. Do you hear me?”

Tagging @jsmelodies, @astra-aeterna and anyone who wants to join ❤️

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“You’re very young.”

A small, slow and unbothered smile spread onto the man’s—boy’s?—face.

“I’m Rhys,” he offered instead, as if an answer to a question she had never asked.

“And I’m too old for you.”

She couldn’t tell exactly how old he was—couldn’t even guess, with the alcohol and the music and the darkness of the bar. But she knew it was true.

He countered,

“You’re beautiful.”

Chapter 1 - Read on Ao3.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

Thank you so much for sending this to me ❤️ I just posted my answer here.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love

Self-love time!! Thank you 🫶

This is way too hard though!! Here we go:

1. You gave me my name and the color of your eyes (Feyssian). This is the only one for which I didn’t hesitate. I’ve said this before but it’s still my favorite thing I’ve ever written.

2. Pain has its own heartbeat (Feysand).

3. Instead I only wish you the best (Feysand).

4. Play me a memory (Feysand).

5. I will be with you ‘til the world blows up (Nessian).

This list could def change depending on the day and on my mood but that’s what it looks like today!

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In case you don’t hear it enough, your writing is chefs kiss!!!

I didn’t answer right away, but please know your message made me so happy, thank you ❤️

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“You’re very young.”

A small, slow and unbothered smile spread onto the man’s—boy’s?—face.

“I’m Rhys,” he offered instead, as if an answer to a question she had never asked.

“And I’m too old for you.”

She couldn’t tell exactly how old he was—couldn’t even guess, with the alcohol and the music and the darkness of the bar. But she knew it was true.

He countered,

“You’re beautiful.”

Chapter 1 - Read on Ao3.

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I can’t wait to make a million more first times 🥹

Oh, I truly don’t have much written for the next chapter but here’s a tiny snippet anyway 🫶

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That’s exactly how she’d ended up in her car—gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.

How she’d found herself in a fitted two-piece suit she never wore.

How she had decided to come here, of all places. Wearing an outfit she hated and makeup that didn’t feel like her. Holding her chin high and keeping her shoulders back.

Violet took a deep breath.

Another one.

Her childhood house had stopped feeling like a home a long time ago.

Even before her father’s death—and it had only gotten worse after. The path leading to her front door was lined with deceptions and the porch was painted in disappointments and the door itself was only an opening to every single one of her traumas and flaws.

Her stubbornness.

Her fears and her weaknesses.

Her fucking inability to trust anyone.

It all came from these white walls. From these red bricks and neat furniture.

It all came from this house she had sworn never to set foot in again.

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Just realized I never did this one, oops! Thank you for the tag @danseurdesfleurs 🫶

Favorite color : either red or yellow, it depends on my mood.

Last song : Hurtless, by Dean Lewis.

Last read : Onyx Storm

Current read : not reading anything at the moment.

Last watched : A movie called Love, Rosie (that I discovered after I wrote Love, Feyre. And yes, I did think about Feysand all throughout).

get to know your moots tag game!

* answer the questions, then tag six people

Thanks for the tags @buffy-vanserra + @slytherin-pen 💕

Favourite colour: purple 💜☔️🍇🪻🌂☂️🪁

Last song: Blame It — T-Pain & Jamie Fox (lmao) 🎶

Currently reading: A Kingdom of Flesh & Fire by Jennifer L. Armentrout 📚

Currently watching: not actively but House MD 🩻

Currently craving: Like @buffy-vanserra we’ve got a bank holiday in the UK, so 4-day weeks 😂

Food-wise, nothing right now but I had a lovely chicken, chickpea and grain salad for lunch, which I had been craving 😋

Tea or coffee: coffee in the AM, tea in the PM ☕️

No pressure tags: @goghwilde @korepio @house-towers-westfall @some-sort-of-firefly @climbthemountain2020 @gwyns 🧡

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Pain has it’s own heartbeat! Slain has had me in a chokehold since Onyx Storm came out and I’m a sucker for memory loss angst (and your writing<3)

Thank you 🥺🫶

I think you meant There’s nothing selfish about love (Slain), maybe? I just answered it here!

(And in case you really meant Pain has its own heartbeat (Feysand) I just posted a snippet here, too! 😊)

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there's nothing selfish about love i am absolutely obsessed with slain and really hope you continue this one 🥹

Oh I know I have ignored this fic for a while but I promise I’m not abandoning it!! The next chapter is not quite where I want to be yet but I actually have a few 2k ready! Here, have a snippet 🥰

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“No,” Sloane rolled her eyes dramatically, finally sitting down in front of him. “Not that,” she huffed, almost annoyedly, and Dain, somehow, loved the sound. “Why are you doing this,” she repeated, gesturing between them as if it would help clarify what she was referring to. “Why are you coming here every week? Why are you—” her face slowly contorted in a grimace. “Helping me?”

Dain knew he could have told her anything.

He could have told her he didn’t feel like sharing, and he could have told her he loved the coffee shop, anyway.

He could have told her seeing her like that was better than not seeing her at all, and he could have told her he was selfish enough to find his own personal gain in this twisted situation.

He could have told her he wanted to show her who he was.

He could have told her anything, really.

Somehow, the only words he found were the rawest truth he could find.

It was a simple statement, really. A simple admission—one he had never doubted, even for one second.

One he didn’t know if she was ready to hear, either.

But it was the truth, and so, he told her,

“Because I love you.”

He had not been prepared to see such alarm and surprise on her features.

He didn’t let it bother him.

“And I love you enough to do whatever you ask me to,” he continued simply with a little shrug of his shoulders. “So if you need me to sit down with you to make sure you don’t have to live with me—” he felt his mouth twist in a half-smile. One he guessed was as sad as it was true. “Then so be it, Sloane. I’ll do it.”

Sloane stared at him.

And she stared at him.

And then—she stared some more.

For once, she had not shrugged out of her coat and scarf before sitting down, and she was still enveloped in it—staring at him. Her hair was caught in the scarf and somehow forming like a halo all around her face. Her hands were hovering around her cup without touching—as if she had frozen the moment he had spoken his truth, and she hadn’t dared to move ever since.

And her face—her face was still betraying the mixture of shock and anger and frustration and—and something—Dain could read on her features.

He held her gaze for a few long moments. A few moments where he took the time to observe her, to read her, to make the most of this time where he was allowed—finally—to simply look at her.

And then, when she still didn’t say anything—still didn’t move, either—Dain did.

He nodded towards her coffee cup—still left untouched—and murmured, the tiniest smile playing at his lips,

“Caramel was a good call,” his eyes finally found the book in his hands again, even as he continued, “But you like Hazelnut better.”

She spent the rest of their meeting silently. Barely moving. For the first time, she didn’t do anything. Didn’t grab her computer, or a book, or even the notebook she was often using.

Instead, every time Dain glanced up to check on her, her gaze was already trained on him.

And he wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw her eyes a little pained.

She left without a word the moment their hour and a half was up.

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Pain has its own heartbeat because I am obsessedddd with it

Thank you!! I don’t have much to offer though because almost nothing is written for the upcoming chapters except one scene that might be a little spoilery 🙈

(The usual TW for this fic applies)

Here you go :

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And then, he called,

“Az.”

He knew his friend was already looking right back at him.

“Remove my mask.”

If his friend was surprised, he didn’t say. He did as he asked immediately.

And as soon as he did, Rhys slowly moved, too.

Despite his earliest words, this was not just a patient. This was not just a regular surgery.

And he could not exactly leave his feelings at the door.

He slowly leaned in, bringing his head to Juliet’s face—her unconscious, pale face. He let his forehead rest against hers gently and for one, two, three seconds he simply breathed. Breathed in unison with her, breathed alongside her.

Breathed for her.

“To the stars who listen, Jules,” he murmured eventually, his voice so low he wasn’t sure anybody could hear him.

He moved to place a delicate kiss on her forehead—a lingering one. And then, he continued—simply because she couldn’t,

“And the dreams that are answered.”

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I’ll dream each night of some version of you

Ohhh I really don’t have much for this one aha. I read the prompt “reverse fated mates” somewhere and I thought it’d be really cool to have a fic where Feyre and Rhys are mates, not in the “fall in love forever” kind of way but rather in the “I am meant to kill you” kind of way.

Of course, they fall for each other instead, chaos happens and, you know, angst too bc who am I 🙃

I doubt I’ll ever pick it up and write anything for it though!

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This Endless, Silent War by @whisperingmidnights

Lost Souls by @littedidyouknow

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Thank you for the tag @popjunkie42 🫶

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Some of those are just random ideas I might never write. Some others I already have some words for, doesn’t mean I’ll ever finish them. And then there are the ones that are stealing me away from my current ongoing wips 🙃

I’m not tagging anyone but please feel free to join ❤️

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“I want Rhys to listen to my heart, not him.” Juliet’s quiet voice broke the silence of the room and with it, made his own heart squeeze painfully in his chest. “Please, Mama.”

What followed her words—her admission, her declaration, her truth—was another beat of silence.

Until finally, Feyre kissed the top of her head gently, and offered, her voice equally quiet,

“You’re good.” She paused, her eyes finding Rhys’s for only half a second before she averted her gaze again. “Doctor Knight is right there, Jules.”

Chapter 4 - Read on ao3.

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This hit home, and I think it will resonate hard with all my creative friends, here. You are amazing and brilliant and I BEG YOU to keep creating!! ❤️❤️❤️

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enemies to lovers but they keep forgetting to stay mad because the longing is stronger