#ACOTAR rp

[thewulf]

Hidden Away || Rhysand

Summary: Request -hi if ur reqs are open, could you maybe write a fic with rhys where feyre is not his mate but reader? can r also be tamlins sister so when he locked feyre up in the manor, he also locked r with her? then r is just trying to break the barrier but shes draining her powers in the process so when mor and rhys arrive, r is just on the brink of passing out. thank you so so much! hope u have a good day!!

A/N: Rhys is challenging! Let me know how you like it below :) As always thank you for the requests!

Pairing: Rhysand x Female Reader (Spring Court Reader/Tamlin's Sister)

Word Count: 8.4k +

TW: Talks of abuse, use of magic

As Tamlin's nearly unknown sister your life within the Spring Court is shrouded in secrecy. Tucked away from the public eye, you roam the silent corridors of the manor with your presence barely acknowledged. The manor's ancient stones, cool under your fingertips, are the closest companions in your secluded existence. Each day bleeds into the next marked only by your secret practice of magic in the hidden corners of the lush gardens where the wildflowers refuse to be tamed.

Tamlin had his reasons for keeping you a secret though they were rooted in a misguided sense of protection and control rather than genuine care. From the moment you were born your existence was cloaked in secrecy. Tamlin was always wary of political machinations and potential threats from rival courts. He believed that hiding your presence would keep you safe from those who might seek to leverage you against him. As you grew older this excuse became a method to maintain control by suppressing any threat your emerging powers might pose to his authority.

Whenever important guests visited the Spring Court Tamlin would go to great lengths to conceal your existence. Often you were confined to the secluded parts of the manor. Your movements restricted. Your voice silenced. These actions weren't just physically isolating. They were deeply wounding, reinforcing a sense of imprisonment. Over time you learned that resistance was futile. After a century of struggling against Tamlin’s overpowering magic, a magic that you could never hope to match due to your suppressed knowledge and training, you ceased fighting back. Your spirit, dimmed by isolation and the relentless dampening of your will, began to fade.

Despite all this you’ve learned to cloak your discontent with a veneer of obedience by teaching yourself the subtle arts of magic from fragments of ancient texts and whispers of the wind. Each spell you cast is a silent rebellion against the isolation imposed upon you. It wasn’t much but it certainly was something.

Meanwhile, Rhysand had always felt an inexplicable pull towards the Spring Court. This sensation was particularly strong whenever he visited Tamlin's lands. Each step within its borders intensified a feeling of latent connection. A thread of destiny that seemed to tug at his very soul. For years he couldn't decipher this feeling instead attributing it to political tensions or his natural distrust of Tamlin. However, he knew the sensation was far deeper. He just didn’t know he was connected to the bond that lay dormant between him and you waiting for the right moment to awaken.

This mysterious pull was part of the mating bond that neither of you were aware of yet. Rhysand’s visits to the Spring Court were unknowingly steps towards his destiny, towards you. His soul recognized what his mind could not yet understand. That his mate was hidden within the very walls of the Spring Court suppressed under Tamlin’s rule. It was a bond that defied explanation, woven by the threads of fate, magic, and a longing that transcended Rhysand's conscious understanding.

The monotony of your hidden life breaks when Feyre returns from Under the Mountain, changed. No longer the mortal girl who once crossed into the fae lands she now carries the weight of her new immortal form along with the haunting shadows of her trials. Initially your interactions are tentative. The air between you charged with the unsaid. However, as time weaves its slow dance you find in her a kindred spirit. Another soul chafing against the constraints of Tamlin’s overprotective nature.

Under the cover of night where the moon casts silver slivers through the windowpanes you and Feyre meet quietly. There in the tranquility of darkness, you share fragments of your lives. Your years spent hidden within these walls and her days under the mountain and the heavy price of her return. Each story shared tightens the thread of understanding between you.

In these stolen moments you reveal to Feyre the secret magic you’ve nurtured. Her eyes, reflecting the glow of your spells, flicker with a mix of surprise and a burgeoning sense of solidarity. Encouraged by her interest you find the courage to dream of more than just secretive practices. Together you whisper of freedom and plot beneath the starry sky. Your magic mingling with her newfound strength.

Tamlin had cast a powerful and intricate spell around the manor. Not just as a means of protection from external threats but also as a method of control over those within its walls. This spell was multi-layered, designed to enforce Tamlin's rule and suppress any dissent. For you it was a tangible manifestation of your confinement. An ever-present force that limited your movements and dampened your inherent magical abilities.

The spell was woven into the very foundations of the manor. Invisible yet oppressively palpable. It acted as a barrier not just against physical entry but against magical influence from outside. And crucially it curbed the magical potential of those it enclosed. For someone like you whose powers had been stifled and knowledge kept minimal the spell represented a severe handicap. A chain around the very essence of your being.

On a stormy night, you and Feyre found yourselves poring over ancient texts and forbidden scrolls. These documents were hidden away in the darkest corners of the library and contained arcane knowledge that Tamlin had likely never intended for you to find. They spoke of old magic, powerful and untamed, the kind that could potentially unravel the complex web of spells Tamlin had cast.

The air in the library was heavy with the scent of old parchment and an undercurrent of desperation. Each incantation you attempted, every ritual you performed to try and dismantle Tamlin’s barriers, drained you more profoundly than the last. The magical exertion pulled at the very essence of your being. Proof to the spell's strength and your own nascent powers trying to break free.

Feyre who was transformed and strengthened by her ordeal under the mountain was exactly what you needed beside you. She lent her newfound powers to your cause. Yet, as the night unfolded and the storm outside mirrored the tumult within her concern for you deepened. She saw the physical and magical toll the efforts took on you. The color draining from your face. Your hands trembling with the strain. But still, you wouldn’t give up. Couldn’t give up.

Despite the risk the need to break free from the suffocating constraints of Tamlin’s spell pushed you both forward. It wasn't just about escape. It was about reclaiming your right to autonomy, to magic, to life itself. The friendship that grew between you and Feyre was cemented not just by shared secrets but by this mutual struggle for liberation. A struggle against the literal and figurative walls that Tamlin had erected around you.

As dawn approached with the storm still raging outside you and Feyre reached a critical point in your efforts. A breakthrough seemed tantalizingly within reach. The words on the ancient scrolls beginning to resonate with the energy you both channeled. The walls of the manor groaned under the pressure of your combined powers. A sure sign that Tamlin's spell was finally beginning to falter.

Determined to break the oppressive chains once and for all you both head into the heart of the storm where the barrier's energy pulses strongest. The rain beats down mercilessly mingling with the energy of your combined spell. A desperate, powerful incantation aimed at shattering the bonds. The backlash is swift and fierce. A surge of raw, antagonistic energy from the barrier meets your spell head-on. The impact is like a physical blow, knocking the breath from your lungs and sending sharp tendrils of pain coursing through your veins. The world tilts dangerously with your vision narrowing.

Feyre grips your hands as her own powers flared around you both in a protective embrace. "We can do this, Y/N, just a bit more—"

But her encouragement turns to a scream of horror as your legs give out completely. Your strength finally failing. As you collapse into her arms, your consciousness fading, her fear peaks. "No! Y/N, no, stay with me, please!" The raw panic in her voice is palpable. Her plea filled with a primal terror that she cannot contain. Her scream is not just vocal. It's a surge of emotional energy that travels through the bargain she shares with Rhysand.

At that moment, in the distant Night Court, Rhysand feels a jolt. A sharp, unbidden intrusion into his thoughts. Feyre’s voice was distorted by panic and edged with despair, echoes in his mind. "No! Y/N, no, stay with me, please!" The words hit him with the force of a physical blow. His heart races. His instincts scream. Without a second thought he’s on his feet. The protective and commanding part of him taking over. Mor sensed the urgency. She looks up from her work with alarm spreading across her face.

"We need to go to the Spring Court. We must go now." Rhysand barks out. His voice brooking no argument. He can't explain how he knows only that the terror in Feyre's voice has triggered something primal in him. Something fiercely protective. As he and Mor prepare to leave Rhysand's mind races with possibilities. His worry mounting with each passing second. The bargain was not one of mates but has acted as a lifeline in this critical moment. He is driven by a deep-seated need to respond, to protect, to arrive in time.

In the dim light of the storm-lashed evening back in the confines of the Spring Court, Feyre cradled you against her as her arms forming a protective barrier against the unrelenting winds and rain that battered the walls of the manor. The spells that Tamlin had woven around the estate groaned under the strain, resonating with the fury of the storm.

As you lay there nearly depleted by your attempts to break through Tamlin’s magical barriers you found every breath to be a battle. Feyre leaned close. Her voice barely audible above the howl of the wind. "Help is coming, Y/N. Just hold on. Please, hold on." Her words were infused with a mixture of determination and desperation. A fervent plea cast into the chaos of the night.

Despite her assurances you knew that Feyre had no way of knowing if help would truly come. She wasn't versed in the intricacies of the bargain she made, nor did she understand the silent, unseen forces that might be at play beyond the reach of Tamlin’s spells. Her faith was not based on certainty but on hope. A hope that Rhysand was somehow attuned to the peril you faced and would sense your need and find a way to breach the seemingly impenetrable defenses of the Spring Court.

As the minutes stretched into what felt like hours, the storm outside seemed to mirror the tumult of your emotions. With every gust of wind, with every crack of thunder, you felt the edges of your resolve fray. Yet with Feyre’s presence and her unwavering support it fortified you. Together you were wrapped in the scant warmth her body provided against the chill of the rain. You waited silently hoping.

Feyre continued to whisper into the storm. Words of encouragement and silent prayers mingled with the rain reaching out into the night as if the very force of her will could summon the help you so desperately needed.

As Rhysand and Mor race through the turbulent night sky the urgency of Feyre's distress call pulses within Rhysand. However, the formidable magical barrier erected by Tamlin at the Spring Court looms as a daunting obstacle. As they approach the boundary Rhysand's expression turns contemplative knowing they must penetrate the shield without triggering a violent magical backlash that could harm those inside.

"We can't just break through. It could harm them," Rhysand says. His thoughts on Feyre and the unknown others who might be caught in Tamlin’s protective snare. He suspects there are more secrets hidden within the Spring Court than Feyre alone.

Mor nods before pointing towards a section of the barrier shimmering less steadily than the rest—a weak point. "Here, let me," she offers, her hands glowing with a soft, probing light.

Together, they carefully manipulate the energies. Mor’s magic coaxing the threads of the barrier apart while Rhysand supports and stabilizes the surrounding spells to prevent a sudden collapse. The barrier relents under their skilled hands. Parting just enough to allow them a silent passage.

Once inside they quickly make their way towards the garden guided by the unerring pull of Rhysand's intuition, which grows stronger with each step. The night air is heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and the lingering traces of magic.

There, under an ancient oak, they find you lying in Feyre's protective embrace. Your appearance is startling to Rhysand. You were someone he's heard of but never met. A whispered secret of the Spring Court. Feyre’s eyes were wide with fear and relief. She meets their stares as they approach.

Rhysand’s initial intent to aid Feyre shifts as he catches your gaze. Something profound stirs within him as your eyes lock. There’s an unexpected jolt. A powerful surge of protectiveness that grips him. His knees nearly buckle under the sudden intensity of the emotion. His breath catching in his throat. The connection is unexpected, overwhelming, and in that moment, the significance of your presence begins to dawn on him.

"We will get you both out of here," Rhysand finds himself saying, the words carrying a weight he hadn't anticipated. His voice is gentle. Meant to reassure as he reaches out to steady you. His own magic instinctively flaring to envelop you in a warm, healing glow.

The touch confirms what his heart has already started to suspect. The mating bond, still new and unexplored, thrums with a rightness that transcends his understanding. It’s only when he helps lift you, his arms secure around you, that the realization fully settles in… his fate is irrevocably tied to yours.

With Mor and Feyre's assistance they carefully navigate back through the garden. Rhysand carrying you with an ease that belies the turmoil brewing within him. Each step back through the breach in the barrier is a step towards a new unknown, a journey he hadn't planned but now cannot imagine avoiding. As they slip back into the night heading towards the sanctuary of the Night Court Rhysand is quiet. His thoughts a whirl of possibilities and new realities. Beside him Mor watches thoughtfully. She was acutely aware that the High Lord of the Night Court was about to embark on a profoundly personal journey.

-

The night was deep and still when Rhysand was abruptly torn from his sleep. A sharp, jarring pulse of panic surged through the bond—a connection still new and startling in its intensity. It was you, finally waking from your long, enforced slumber, and the raw fear that washed over him from your end of the bond had him on his feet before he fully registered moving.

His heart raced as he crossed the space between his private chambers and the room where you rested. The halls of his residence silent save for the quiet thud of his bare feet on the cool marble floor. The bond pulsed with each heartbeat guiding him directly to you underscoring the urgency of your distress with every step he took.

As Rhysand approached the door to your room, he paused, taking a deep breath to calm the storm of his emotions. He needed to be a presence of peace for you not one of turmoil. Gently pushing the door open he stepped inside. His eyes quickly adjusting to the low light that bathed the room in gentle silvers and blues.

There you were attempting to sit up, your movements clumsy with weakness and disorientation. The room's luxuriousness that meant to comfort seemed only to add to your confusion. You grasped at the sheets. Your breathing quick and shallow as if the soft fabrics were the only things tethering you to reality.

Rhysand’s heart clenched at the sight. It was one thing to feel your panic through the bond, but quite another to see it etched so clearly across your features. He approached slowly. His presence commanding yet gentle, stopping a respectful distance away to not overwhelm you. His deep-set eyes, usually a striking shade of violet were clouded with concern.

"It’s okay, you’re safe here," Rhysand said. His voice a soft yet firm anchor in the swirling uncertainty you felt. His relief at seeing you awake, even in such a state, was palpable in his tone. Despite the fear there was an underlying gratitude that you were finally conscious. That there was a beginning of recovery however fraught it might be. "You're in Velaris, the heart of the Night Court." He adds hopping to provide you some comfort.

"Velaris?" you repeat. The name unfamiliar and puzzling. You squint at him trying to place the city that sounds more like a myth than reality.

"Yes, Velaris," he continues noting your confusion. "It's a city unlike any in the fae realms, hidden and protected by powerful spells. It's a place of peace and freedom. It is far from the reach of those who would impose their will unjustly." His voice holds a note of pride when he speaks of the city, and his explanation paints a picture of a safe haven. A contrast to the oppressive atmosphere of the Spring Court.

Seeing your slightly eased expression he decided to introduce himself, "I'm Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court." He keeps his tone even giving you space to process the flood of new information. "You were very ill, so we brought you here to recover. Tamlin cannot reach you here. Our city's protections are strong."

His explanation about Tamlin brings a different kind of tightness to your chest—the fear of pursuit and retribution. Feeling and seeing your growing anxiety, Rhysand adds, "Tamlin has no power here. You and Feyre are both safe and you will always have a place in Velaris."

As Rhysand speaks of Velaris and its protections you find yourself momentarily comforted by his description of the city as a safe haven. Yet, another concern quickly surfaces, tugging at your thoughts with earnest sincerity.

"And Feyre?" you ask. Your voice carrying the weight of genuine worry. "Is she okay?" Your expression reveals the depth of your concern not just for your own situation but also for Feyre who had been entangled in your fate by association.

Rhysand’s expression softens further at your question. His smile tinged with a mix of admiration and surprise. He steps closer, his presence comforting rather than overwhelming. "She is doing well," he assures you, leaning down slightly to meet your gaze more directly. "Are you going to ask about everyone but yourself?" His tone is light and teasing yet it carries an undercurrent of deep respect for your altruism.

He finds it endearing how your first thoughts are for others even in your own time of uncertainty and recovery. It’s a trait he notes is incredibly sweet. Almost too kind for someone who grew up under Tamlin's strict and often harsh rule as his sister, no less.

A faint smile flickers across your face at Rhysand’s light teasing before it quickly fades. You glance away looking out over the vista that the Night Court offers feeling a sudden tightness in your chest. "I... it's just easier to worry about others," you murmur. Your voice barely above a whisper. The unfamiliar concern in his eyes makes you unexpectedly uncomfortable. A reminder of how long you've had to rely solely on yourself. You shift away slightly putting a small distance between you and Rhysand as if the space could help you regain some control. "I'm not used to being someone's concern," you add while keeping your gaze averted. "It feels strange I guess. Not having to fend for myself."

Your words hang in the air showing the walls you've built from years under Tamlin's rule. The Spring Court was a place where self-reliance wasn't just a trait but a necessity for survival. The vulnerability of relying on someone else, even someone as seemingly gentle as Rhysand, feels as foreign as the magical landscape of Velaris itself.

Rhysand senses a subtle shift in your emotions through the bond. A twinge of discomfort, a whisper of withdrawal. He understands too well the complexities of adjusting to new dynamics of care and concern. As you glance away he gives you a moment. He respects your need for space before responding himself.

With a slight adjustment in his stance, Rhysand maintains his gentle smile, hoping to ease the tension. "Feyre visits often," he begins, his voice soft, an attempt to gently steer the conversation towards a more comfortable topic. "She's taken quite well to her roles here. She worries about you too, you know," he adds trying to build a connection through your shared concern for Feyre.

His words bring a small comfort, and you nod to him feeling a thread of relief woven through the lingering disquiet. "That's good to hear," you murmur giving yourself a moment to absorb the reassurances about Feyre's well-being.

Rhysand watches you with a thoughtful expression appreciating the selflessness displayed in your first waking moments. "Now, let’s focus a bit on you," he suggests kindly. "You’ve been through a lot and while Velaris is safe… I imagine it's quite a lot to take in."

Rhysand's words wash over you and you pause to absorb them feeling both comforted and overwhelmed by his understanding. "It is a lot," you agree softly, your gaze drifting around the unfamiliar yet beautiful room. "Everything here is so different. So overwhelming but not in a bad way."

You take a deep breath making sure to gather your thoughts before continuing. "I appreciate the safety and the peace here, Rhysand. It's just... I'm still figuring out where I fit into all of this." Your voice is tentative, reflecting your uncertainty about the future.

Rhysand nods. His expression empathetic. "And that's perfectly okay," he reassures you gently. "Take all the time you need to feel comfortable. There’s no pressure for you to decide anything right now."

Feeling a mix of reassurance and nascent courage from his support you decide to push yourself a bit. Attempting to rise from the bed, your movements are unsteady. A reminder of the physical and emotional tolls from your past. You pause, placing a hand on the mattress to steady yourself.

Rhysand notices your struggle immediately. His sharp gaze softening with concern. "You shouldn't be on your feet just yet," he cautions with his voice gentle yet firm.

You steady yourself with a hand against the soft bedding and look up at him. Your eyes were wide and earnest, silently pleading for understanding before you voice your deep-seated longing. "Please, I've... I’ve never left the Spring Court. I wish to see what other courts look like."

The raw honesty in your words strikes Rhysand deeply. He hesitates aware of the physical contact you might need to stand and walk, yet also conscious of the trauma you’ve likely endured under Tamlin's watch. His heart clenches at the thought of your centuries-long confinement. A life that wasn’t meant to be spent caged within a single court's borders.

As you continue to gaze at him with a mix of hope and vulnerability in your eyes Rhysand's resolve softens. "Alright," he murmurs. His expression a mix of encouragement and a hint of sadness for your past suffering. He steps forward offering his arm for support being careful to let you decide the level of contact you're comfortable with.

When you gratefully accept his help you leant slightly into his strength. Rhysand carefully supports you, mindful of your frailty. As he guides you slowly around the room his mind races. He was appalled by the reality that you, centuries old, have been essentially a prisoner for just as long.

"We’ll start with Velaris," Rhysand says as you take tentative steps towards the balcony. "It’s beautiful this time of year. The city is alive with lights and the people are free. You'll see, it’s a world away from what you've known."

Your curiosity brightens your features as each small detail of the room you now notice seeming to intrigue you. Rhysand watches this small transformation with a protective fierceness settling in his chest. He makes a silent vow then, to not only show you the beauty of the Night Court but to gradually introduce you to the freedoms and wonders of each of the courts ensuring you experience everything you've been denied.

With each step you take leaning on Rhysand a surprising sense of security begins to wash over you. There’s an inexplicable comfort in his presence. A safety that seems to emanate from him directly. You can't quite pinpoint why he feels so safe, why every instinct isn’t screaming for you to run from the unknown. But as you lean more heavily against him while navigating through the unfamiliar room it felt right.

Rhysand notices the subtle shift in your demeanor. The slight relaxation in your posture as you trust him more with each tentative step. It’s a trust he doesn’t take lightly as he was acutely aware of the preciousness of it given your past. He guides you gently, ensuring each movement is steady and unhurried.

“Just a little further,” he encourages softly as you approach the grand doors leading to the balcony. As he pushes the doors open a gentle breeze wafts in carrying with it the unique scents of Velaris. The crisp, clean air mingled with distant sea salt and the vibrant aroma of night-blooming flowers.

You step onto the balcony and the view that unfolds before you steals your breath away. The city of Velaris stretches out beneath a sky littered with stars. Its buildings adorned with luminescent glyphs and streets alive with softly glowing lanterns. The Sidra River reflects the lights creating a sparkling path that leads to the heart of the city. Your eyes dart from spot to spot taking in the sight of sprawling bridges. From the artistic sculptures that line the walkways to the fae moving about with an ease and freedom so alien to what you’ve known. Everything is so vibrant, so vividly alive. It's like stepping into a dream.

Rhysand watches you. His expression a mix of pride and gentle amusement. “It’s a lot to take in,” he say as his voice is barely above a whisper not wanting to break the enchantment of the moment.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe out as your voice was filled with wonder. "I never imagined..." Your words trail off as you continue to soak in the sight, the reality of Velaris surpassing any tale or description of the Night Court you had ever heard in the Spring Court.

As you stand there, awestruck, Rhysand stands close. He was ready to offer support if needed but giving you space to experience this revelation on your own terms. There’s a warmth in his gaze. A certain softness when he looks at you, moved by your reaction, understanding just how transformative this moment is for you. “This is only a part of what the world has to offer,” Rhysand finally says, his voice low and encouraging. “And you’re free to explore all of it at your own pace. You’re not confined here, or anywhere anymore.”

As his words wash over you a new fear prickles at the edges of your newfound sense of wonder. "But Tamlin..." you start. His name a dark cloud threatening to overshadow the bright promise of freedom.

Rhysand’s reaction is immediate though. He shakes his head, cutting off your spiraling worry with a firmness that is both surprising and comforting. "Tamlin will never touch another hair on your head, darling. I will ensure it." His voice is resolute as it leaves no room for doubt. The sincerity in his tone and the warmth of his smile are reassuring, conveying a depth of commitment that makes you believe him. He’s telling the truth. You can feel it not just in his words but in the protective energy that seems to radiate from him.

As you stand there on the balcony looking out over the luminous city a confusion mingles with your gratitude. He is the High Lord of the Night Court. A figure of immense power and responsibility. Why would he extend such kindness, such personal assurance, to you? His station alone would suggest a detachment from individual affairs, yet here he is, offering not just his protection but his personal attention.

"Why?" The question escapes you before you can think better of it. Your gaze turning from the cityscape to meet his eyes. "Why would you do this for me? You're the High Lord, and yet..."

Rhysand’s expression softens understanding the root of your bewilderment. "Because everyone deserves freedom and safety," he begins, his gaze steady and earnest. "And because, despite my title I see no one as beneath my care. Especially not someone who has suffered as you have under such tyranny."

His words hint at a broader philosophy. One that governs his rule, a complete difference to the oppressive leadership of Tamlin. "Here in Velaris we protect our own and now that includes you. You’re not just under my protection because of duty but because I believe in a world where everyone has the right to choose their own path, free from fear."

His explanation resonates with you. The sincerity and conviction in his voice weaving a stronger thread of trust between you. The High Lord of the Night Court you realize is not just a ruler but a protector. He was guided by a compassion that perhaps defines his reign more than his power. As you absorb his words the city of Velaris seems to glow a little brighter. Its lights a hope of the promise Rhysand offers. A promise not just of shelter but of a life reclaimed and respected.

As Rhysand's words and the gentle sincerity behind them settle over you something shifts inside you. The fear that had been a constant companion starts to ebb away instead replaced by a sense of security you hadn’t felt in a very long time. Standing beside him, overlooking the luminous city of Velaris, you allow yourself a moment to truly take in his presence. A protector not just in title but in spirit.

The tension that had knotted your shoulders begins to unwind and without fully realizing it a small smile curves your lips. It's slight but it's the first genuine smile you’ve allowed yourself in what feels like centuries. "You know, my brother made you seem terrifying," you confess as the smile growing a bit as you speak. "You're anything but that though."

Rhysand catches the change in your expression and his eyes light up with amusement. In response he flashes you a devastatingly handsome smirk, one that's known to both unsettle and charm. "Did he now?" he says lowly. His voice laced with mock severity before it softens into warmth. "Perhaps I should be offended but coming from Tamlin I'll take it as a compliment."

His response was light and teasing. Spoken to ease the atmosphere, to let you know that it's okay to relax, to laugh, to feel safe. "Tamlin has always had a flair for the dramatic," Rhysand continues. His tone playful now. "But I hope that here in Velaris you’ll see me as I am. And perhaps find that the 'terrifying' High Lord of the Night Court can also be a friend." His words were spoken with a gentle candor and encourage a lighter heart. The warmth in his voice, the open invitation to view him as more than just a lord but as a person, deepens the budding trust and comfort you feel in his presence.

As the night air swirls around you carrying with it the vibrant energies of Velaris you find yourself more receptive to the idea of a new start. Rhysand with his easy charm and sincere protection seems not just a guardian but a companion on this journey of rediscovery. His ability to blend strength with kindness, authority with empathy, makes you believe that maybe, just maybe, you can truly start anew here.

"You make it sound almost easy," you reply. The smile now firmly in place, feeling more natural than it has for ages.

Rhysand's smirk softens into a genuine smile. "I'll do my best to make it feel that way," he assures you. "You’ve had enough of the hard path. It’s time for you to experience the peace you deserve."

-

In the weeks following your awakening Rhys had been a constant, reassuring presence by your side as you navigated the complexities of the Night Court. The city of Velaris had begun to feel less like a foreign land and more like a potential home. Rhys had carefully gauged when you might be ready to meet more people. He was intentionally keeping even his closest friends, Cassian and Azriel, at a distance to allow you time to adjust. He mentioned plans to introduce them soon ensuring that you felt comfortable with each new step.

During this time your days were filled with activities that gradually stitched you into the fabric of this new life. Rhys guided you through physical training sessions aiming to strengthen both your body and spirit. But it wasn’t all rigorous. You spent serene afternoons with Feyre, dabbling in painting. Despite your initial lack of skill Feyre was a patient teacher, encouraging every brushstroke. In exchange you helped her continue learning to read turning each session into a mutual exchange of growth and laughter.

It was a clear, crisp day in Velaris. The kind of day that made the light seem to dance off every surface, imbuing the world with a vivid sharpness. You were in the middle of a training session with Rhysand in one of the secluded gardens of the Night Court practicing your swordplay. The metal felt cool and heavy in your hands as it slowly became more familiar with each controlled swing and parry.

Rhys was ever the patient instructor. He watched and guided you, his instructions both precise and encouraging. As you moved to execute a particularly complex maneuver, something unexpected happened. Amidst the focus on your movements and the rhythm of the blades, a sudden surge of warmth blossomed deep within your chest radiating outwards like the morning sun cresting the horizon.

It was an intense, engulfing wave that seemed to momentarily still the world around you. The sensation was as if a veil had been lifted, connecting you to Rhysand in an indescribably profound way. It felt as though your very souls had reached out and intertwined creating a bond that pulsed with life and energy.

"What... what was that?" you gasped, lowering your sword as you looked up at Rhysand, your heart pounding not from exertion but from the shock of the unexpected connection. The air between you seemed charged, heavy with a significance that you struggled to comprehend.

Rhysand’s eyes met yours with a spark of recognition and perhaps something akin to relief flashing across his features. His stance softened, and the world seemed to resume its usual pace, but the atmosphere remained changed. It was thick with the newfound awareness between you.

"That," Rhysand said softly. His voice steady yet filled with a warmth that echoed the sensation in your chest, "was the mating bond. It's rare, profound. A connection of souls that can occur between two individuals. It seems it has chosen to manifest between us now."

His words sank in, each one laden with meaning as you tried to process the enormity of what had just occurred. The bond, this deep and intrinsic link, had unveiled itself without warning. It aligned you with Rhysand in a way that went beyond mere physical presence or shared goals. It was as if a part of you had known him, deeply and irrevocably, for much longer than you physically had.

The weight of his confession hung in the air. Heavy with the realization of how deeply the bond affected him from the very beginning. “You mean, we’re..." you started, the reality of his words slowly sinking in.

"Mates," Rhysand confirmed gently. "Yes. And while that might mean many things, know this—you're not bound by it against your will. We can explore what it means together, at your pace." The reassurance in his words allowed you to smile, feeling a genuine connection to the path unfolding before you. The bond was no longer just an abstract force. It was a tangible link between your present recovery and a future filled with possibilities.

Rhysand watched you with something akin to awe as you carefully practiced the sword techniques he had shown you. "We have all the time in the world," he said softly. His eyes never leaving yours. "There's no rush. You’re safe here, with me, with us, in Velaris."

His words seemed to only deepen the stir of emotions within you. Pausing, the sword momentarily forgotten in your hand, you met his gaze, vulnerability shadowing your features. "And... are you okay with that? A bond with me of all people?" Your voice was tinged with disbelief as though the very idea of someone like Rhysand being tied to you was something unfathomable.

The sadness that flickered across Rhysand’s face was swift, a passing cloud on a sunny day, but it was enough to reveal the depth of his feelings. He set aside his own weapon and stepped closer with his expression turning earnest. "I can't think of anything I'd want more," he said quietly while reaching for your hand to provide a tangible reassurance. "These past few weeks of getting to know you, seeing your strength and your kindness. It's not just the bond that makes me feel this way. I... I already care about you, deeply."

His confession hung in the air between you, sincere and heartfelt. The way he looked at you in that moment, his eyes filled with a gentle intensity, made it clear that his words were not merely spoken out of obligation or a sense of duty that the bond might impose. They were rooted in genuine affection and respect for the person you were.

Rhysand gently squeezed your hand, his touch warm and encouraging. "I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have this bond with you," he continued with a soft smile touching his lips as he tried to alleviate the heavy atmosphere. "You're remarkable darling. And yes, I am more than okay with it. I’m grateful."

His reassurance was spoken with such candor and helped ease some of the uncertainty that weighed on you. The bond was once a source of confusion and a reminder of your past constraints but began to feel more like a gift. An unexpected but precious connection to someone who not only promised safety but offered understanding and companionship.

As Rhysand released your hand and stepped back, giving you the space to process his heartfelt words, a sense of warmth unfurled within you. The weight of uncertainties began to lift replaced by a burgeoning sense of connection to this man who was both your protector and, unexpectedly, your confidant.

Mirroring the soft smile that graced Rhysand's lips you found the courage to voice your own budding feelings, simple yet profound. "I like you too, Rhysand," you said. Your voice carrying a tender sincerity that made his smile widen. "More than I thought I would." The admission was shy, sweet. A genuine acknowledgment of the bond growing between you both not just magically but emotionally.

His eyes lit up with a mixture of relief and happiness. The atmosphere around you charged with a gentle, joyful energy. The training session resumed but now there was a lightness to your movements. A reflection of the ease settling in your heart. The conversation with Rhysand, though brief, lingered in your mind like a cherished melody. It was a powerful reminder of the new beginnings and genuine connections now possible in your life with Rhysand and the Night Court. A life that was slowly but surely becoming your own.

As you navigated through each day your confidence grew and the tapestry of your new life in Velaris began to weave itself more vividly. Each encounter, each lesson with Rhysand, and every quiet moment spent under the stars of the Night Court fortified your sense of belonging. These experiences were threads in a vibrant, ever-expanding fabric, each one adding strength and color to your life.

One evening as you stood beside Rhysand on the quiet sanctuary of your favorite balcony overlooking Velaris, you felt a calm certainty settle over you. Below, the city sparkled. A tapestry of light and life that seemed to pulse with the same vibrant energy that now flowed through your veins. Rhysand's gaze was fixed on the horizon, the soft glow of the city lights casting shadows across his strong features when you turned to him ready to voice the thoughts that had been crystallizing in your mind.

"You know," you began. Your voice steady and clear, "I've spent a lot of time thinking about what all of this means. The mating bond, this new life, everything."

Rhysand turned to you with his expression open and attentive. The bond between you hummed softly. It was a growing and comforting presence at the back of your mind.

"I've realized that this bond... it's not just a tie to you. It's a connection to myself. To a life I didn't think was possible," you continued. The words flowing more freely than you expected. "I accept it, Rhysand. Not just accept it… I'm grateful for it. For you."

A slow smile spread across Rhysand's face. That beautiful smile you were slowly coming to cherish. "I can't tell you what it means to hear you say that," he said as his voice was thick with emotion. "You've become a part of this world. A part of my world in a way I always hoped but never dared to expect."

Encouraged by your acceptance and the growth you had shown Rhys felt that the time was right for a significant next step. As the days progressed and you continued to integrate more deeply into the fabric of the Night Court he planned an upcoming evening that would mark a new chapter in your life. The occasion was chosen with care. Not rushed but timed perfectly to coincide with your readiness to meet new faces and embrace the wider community of the Night Court. It was a testament to your journey thus far and a celebration of the future you were building together.

With the day finally set, a gentle breeze whispering promises through the halls, the stars above Velaris began to unveil themselves in the twilight sky. The air was charged with a sense of anticipation. Rhysand who was usually the epitome of composure carried a subtle excitement mixed with nerves as he prepared to introduce you to Cassian, Azriel, and the rest of the Inner Circle. This evening was not just another night. It was a milestone, a true celebration of your integration into his world and the bonds you would soon form with those closest to him.

You had spent the afternoon with Feyre who had helped you select a gown for the evening. The dress was a deep shade of midnight blue and adorned with silver threads that mimicked the starlit sky of Velaris. It perfectly embodied the essence of the Night Court. As you descended the grand staircase the gown flowed around you like a night shadow brought to life.

At the base of the steps Rhysand waited. His usual composure shaken as he caught sight of you. The world seemed to pause, his breath caught in his throat, his heart raced rapidly. There, in the soft glow of the House of Wind you looked not just a part of the Night Court but as if you were its very spirit. The realization that you were his mate, utterly beautiful and resplendent in the regalia of his court, struck him with renewed force.

Rhysand who was ever mindful of the boundaries and comfort of those around him had been particularly cautious about not overwhelming you with the intimate connection that mind-speaking entails. Despite this, the sight of you this evening descending the grand staircase dressed for the event was simply too much for him to resist. The gown you wore reflected the starlit sky of Velaris and accentuated your presence. It made you seem as ethereal as the city itself. Overcome with admiration, he reached out with his mind. "You look breathtaking, darling," his voice echoed in your thoughts for the first time in a while, startling you slightly with its warmth and closeness.

The mental whisper drew a surprised laugh from you. A sound that delighted him to no end. Rhysand's smile broadened. His eyes twinkling with mischief as he observed your reaction. "I see we still need to work on your shields, won't we?" he added playfully. His tone warm and teasing. It was moments like these he cherished deeply. Ones that always kept you on your toes. A trait you’d come to love about him.

Blushing slightly at the intimacy of his mental caress you couldn't help but respond in kind. Your newfound boldness surprising even yourself. "Perhaps I left them down on purpose Rhysand," you flirted back. Your mental voice a soft murmur that only he could hear.

Rhysand’s eyebrows shot up in amused surprise. A rich laugh escaping him that resonated deeply in the space around you. "Is that so? Well, in that case, I might have to keep complimenting you just to see what else you intentionally leave unguarded," he teased back, the affection in his voice unmistakable.

His impulsive act, born from a burst of admiration, turned into a playful exchange that highlighted the growing ease and affection between you. Rhysand quickly added sensing your enjoyment yet still cautious of overstepping, "Apologies if that was too much, but seeing you tonight, I couldn't help myself."

This flirty banter, interwoven with moments of laughter and shared glances, underscored the deepening connection between you both. Even as Rhys continued to respect your boundaries. He also found joy in these light-hearted exchanges, each one building upon the last. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a mix of amusement and warmth from his words. This gentle mental whisper was another sign of how your relationship with Rhysand was deepening, weaving together both profound moments and light-hearted banter.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs Rhysand gently took your hand helping you to navigate the last step. His presence was comforting and his proximity a reminder of how much had changed between you. The grandeur of the staircase faded into the background as you focused solely on him.

You couldn't help the smile that danced across your lips, nor the lightness in your heart from his words. "No need to apologize, Rhys," you responded. Your voice a blend of amusement and reassurance. "I quite liked it. It's... nice, hearing your thoughts sometimes."

"We’ll make quite the team, you and I," Rhysand said, his voice now audible. A soft yet clear tone that carried through the grand space. "With or without your shields up, darling."

The playful banter that had begun in the privacy of your minds seamlessly flowed into the verbal exchange adding layers to your communication and highlighting the ease and comfort developing between you both. As you looked up into his eyes, still sparkling with that same affectionate mischief, you felt that profound connection. The bond was not just magical but deeply personal, spanning the quiet thoughts shared in whispers and the words spoken in the open.

This moment, under the soft lights and the eyes of the Night Court, solidified something essential between you and Rhysand. A partnership built on mutual respect, affection, and a delightful undercurrent of flirtation that promised many more such exchanges in the days to come.

Rhysand led you through the lush, starlit gardens of the Night Court where Cassian, Azriel, and others from the Inner Circle awaited. As you approached the atmosphere was charged with an understated anticipation. Both Cassian and Azriel rose to greet you both their expressions blending curiosity and respect.

Cassian's greeting was robust yet heartfelt. "Rhys didn't prepare us for someone quite so captivating," he remarked with a friendly nod. His tone genuine and devoid of any overstatement. His smile was infectious. He quickly added in a more casual tone, "And I hear you're as quick-witted as you are graceful. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Azriel who Rhys described as more reserved offered a calm nod. His deep-set eyes thoughtful as he assessed you with a discerning gaze. "Welcome to the Night Court," he said. His voice soft yet carrying a warmth that invited trust. During the evening as you engaged in a discussion about the strategic intricacies of the court’s defenses Azriel's respect visibly deepened. Later, he quietly shared with Rhysand, "She has a keen sense for the nuances of strategy. You've chosen well. She’s not just impressive in demeanor but in intellect."

Throughout the evening laughter and substantive conversations filled the garden. Cassian's heartier chuckles complemented your more measured humor. While Azriel engaged you with discussions that tested your insight into the court’s history and its future.

Rhysand watched these exchanges with a sense of deep satisfaction. The way you engaged with his friends. Not just with politeness but with a genuine interest and understanding solidified your place among them. Cassian’s easy camaraderie and Azriel’s quiet approval spoke volumes of their acceptance.

As the night progressed under the expansive, star-filled sky of Velaris your initial sense of being an outsider slowly dissipated. You found yourself woven into the evening’s tapestry as seamlessly as the shadows melded into the night. Each shared story, each moment of laughter, helped stitch you further into the fabric of this vibrant community.

Standing there among new friends you experienced yet another profound shift within. With Rhysand at your side and the bond between you growing stronger by the day you realized you had discovered much more than a haven. You had found a new family, a purpose, and a place where you truly belonged. The night ended not just with a feeling of contentment but with a renewed sense of anticipation for the future.

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[readychilledwine]

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[calliesmemes]

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS FROM SARAH J. MAAS’S BESTSELLING FANTASY NOVEL, A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES.

CHANGE gendered words as needed.

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“   I had no other choice. ”

“   You’re so much better at it! ”

“   You should talk some sense into her. ”

“   We need hope, or else we cannot endure. ”

“   What is your business with me? ”

“   I do hope you are taking precautions. ”

“   What payment could we offer in exchange? ”

“   Your eyes are like stars. ”

“   If you’re wise, you’ll keep your mouth shut. ”

“   Keep your head down, and no one will bother you. ”

“   He could do with someone snapping at him, if you’ve got the courage for it. ”

“   I didn’t make the rules. ”

“   Have you even apologized yet? ”

“   I don’t want to hear the details. ”

“   I’m going to warn you once. Only once, and then it’s on you. ”

“  Do not do whatever it was you were contemplating. ”

“   At least you’re willing to put up a fight. I’ll give you that. ”

“   Do you have some sort of problem with me? ”

“   They’re under orders not to even touch you. ”

“   We might be many things, but we’re not stupid. ”

“   How old are you, anyway? ”

“   I’m sorry for your loss. ”

“   Did you fight in the war? ”

“   Would you like me to teach you how to wield a blade? ”

“   Do you ever stop being such a prick? ”

“   I can’t just give up on it, no matter what you say. ”

“   It’s not safe to travel alone at night. ”

“   You don’t hold on to power by being everyone’s friend. ”

“   Has anyone ever taken care of you? ”

“   I don’t know you. I don’t know who you are, or what you really are, or what you want. ”

“   I hope your secrets are worth it. ”

“   It’s good that while you have superior hearing, I possess superior abilities to keep my mouth shut. ”

“   I think I’m starting to like you. ”

“   You will be safe. ”

“   Do not interfere; do not go looking for answers after today. ”

“   It is too late. ”

“   I heard you scream. ”

“   Is there going to be a war? ”

“   It’s none of your concern. ”

“   The less you know, the better. ”

“   I wish I could have been there to help. ”

“   Lying is an art. ”

“   We never willingly lied to you. ”

“   Is it supposed to be hard? ”

“   I don’t need your help. ”

“   They’re fools. Fools for not seeing it. ”

“   You gave up so much for them. ”

“   Do you even know how to laugh? ”

“   Against slavery, against tyranny, I would gladly go to my death, no matter whose freedom I was defending. ”

“   You — you altered their memories? ”

“   Keep still. You’ll bleed out faster. ”

“   I want to go with you. ”

“   I might die of surprise — you made a joke! ”

“   Come on; I want to show you something. ”

“   Don’t you want to know what it’s like? ”

“   What else did you figure out for yourself? ”

“   You can’t possibly forgive me that easily for sending you into danger. ”

“   It seemed like the right thing to do. ”

“   Why do anything — anything this kind? ”

“   Come here whenever you want. ”

“   If it grieves you, then I don’t think it’s absurd at all. ”

“   Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy. ”

“   One day — one day, there will be answers for everything, but not until the time is right. ”

“   All will be right as rain soon enough. ”

“   What did you hear? ”

“   There you are. I’ve been looking for you. ”

“   May I escort you somewhere in the meantime? ”

“   Stay in your room tonight. ”

“   You drove me mad. ”

“   I searched for you, and you weren’t there. ”

“   I don’t know if I should be pleased or worried. ”

“   Good that you aren’t losing your common sense entirely, then. ”

“   Who taught you how to do hair like this? ”

“   I came here to do what I could. ”

“   You do look beautiful. I mean it. ”

“   Tell me that there’s some way to help you. ”

“   I want you here, where I can look after you. ”

“   Just another of my many shortcomings. ”

“   What about your part of the bargain? ”

“   I should bring you home. ”

“   You’re exactly as I dreamed you’d be. ”

“   Are you out of your right mind? ”

“   You’ve been noticeably absent again. ”

“   I don’t recognize him at all. ”

“   It’s not my safety that I’m worried about. ”

“   This was just their idea of a prank. ”

“   You’re not your father. ”

“   I want to show you something better. ”

“   I’m thinking I might kiss you. ”

“   I came here to offer you help, and you have the nerve to tell me to leave? ”

“   If I told you those things, there’d be no fun in it, would there? ”

“   You didn’t tell me this would happen! ”

“   Do I have you to thank for this idea? ”

“   I can’t tell you — no one here can. ”

“   Shit, it’s freezing in here. ”

“   Thank you. For helping me, I mean. ”

“   Taunting him is my greatest pleasure. ”

“   What do you want with me? ”

“   Don’t give her the satisfaction of seeing you break. ”

“   I figured that would get you to stop crying. ”

“   Keep your damned mouth shut about it. ”

“   You’re a disgusting bastard. ”

“   Do you actually intend to put yourself at my mercy, or are you truly that stupid? ”

“   I’m not your slave. ”

“   How did you not think that someone else would realize you were gone? ”

“   You can leave if you’re just going to insult me. ”

“   One wrong move, and we’ll all be doomed. ”

“   Why do you think I’m doing this? ”

“   It’s the only claim I have to innocence. ”

“   Any words to say before you die? ”

“   Oh, don’t look so miserable. Aren’t you having fun? ”

“   I’m going to make you pay for your insolence. ”

“   Don’t pretend that you care. ”

“   It was the only way we could save you. ”

“   We’ll find a way out of this. ”

“   I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone. ”

“   Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me. ”

“   Pity those who don’t feel anything at all. ”

[ofsxkuna]

I guess I’ll try posting here because I never seem to get reach or responses, or lasting partners. I’m tay, non-binary, aged 27 looking for a long term rp partner!

Interested in writing the following fandoms, semi-lit to lit and relatively active! I am a discord roper, and since I have the app on my phone I’m available pretty constantly and will send you inspo, TikToks,Pinterest boards, songs, photos, head canons, etc. without a moments notice! Especially if I’m excited by a plot! Okay with NSFW themes and I’ll clarify triggers once we talk!

Here’s what I’m interested in writing:

-Harry Potter (Dramione, Drarry, Wolfstar, Jegulus, oc x oc, love creating oc’s based on canon characters and developing our own lore!)

-Fourth Wing

-Acotar (Feysand, Nessian, Elriel, Azris)

-Stranger Things (Steddie)

-Redacted Asmr verse

-Red White and Royal Blue

-Marvel ocs ( specifically college aged children of marvel hero’s/villains)

If you’re interested go ahead and like this message and I’ll send ya a message!

[bobahwrites]

Another RP interest post!

Please be 18+(Preferably 21+)

Literate/Advanced/Novella. I will go off of you, but if you only give me one to two sentences, I won’t continue, sorry!

Please bring something to the table! Too many times I have been the one creating the plot and controlling where things go.

I would like to see how we mesh on tumblr first before I give out my discord :)

I am EST timezone! I work everyday until 4:30, so you can expect at least a reply from me a day!

FANDOMS I AM LOOKING FOR!

Avatar the Last Airbender(Looking for a Zuko or to write Zuko)

Avatar 1/2(Looking for Jake Sully or OC’s)

House of the dragon(Looking for Aegon II and can write Aemond)

TopGun: Maverick(Looking for Rooster or OC’s)

Bullet Train(Looking for Tangerine)

Call of Duty(Looking for Ghost, Price, Keegan or Konig. Can write either of these in return for you!)

ACOTAR(Looking for Azriel, Cassian or OC’s)

SpiderVerse(Looking for Miguel)

Just like this post or reach out! I will do my best to follow up!

[loath3d]

indie / semi-selective / canon & original character multimuse blog, as portrayed by manon (28, she/they). characters from various fandoms & forms of media, including acotar, underworld, hannibal, mcu, the empyrean, hill house, wrong turn, and others. icons will be used for most muses, though some muses will have none until i can figure out the right fc for them. *disclaimer: nsft content WILL be present, so i will not follow back or write with anyone under the age of 20. if you are not comfortable with things like smut, violence, gore, etc., please do not follow*

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graphics credit goes to briar, @villainsrph. icons themselves made by me, template also by briar.

[lunarfey]

the people who consider you weak have not yet noticed the wolf hiding behind your eyes, nor the flames inside your soul. let them think you are weak and do what wolves and fire do best. surprise them when they least expect it. ― nikita gill, wolf and flame. ©

[roleplayfinder]

Hi! I’m Tay 26 NB looking for 21+ partners to write semi-lit/lit with! Hoping first a long term partnership who I can become friends with and build our own characters as well as enjoy canon! Ideally we’ll have numerous plots going at once to give us a variety of things to write together in case we get bored of one for the time being! Would prefer someone who is fairly active :)

If you’re interested you can message me here or on discord: itsametay

Here’s the fandoms/ ships i’m interested in!

-ACOTAR ( Feysand, Nessian, Elriel, Azris )

-Fourth Wing ( Violet/ Xaden) ( Liam x oc? I’m curious tbh)

-Harry Potter ( Dramione, Drarry, Wolfstar, Jegulus, oc x canon pair, oc x oc )

- Redacted Audio

-Heartstopper

-Red, White and Royal Blue

Thanks! I hope to hear from some of you!

.

[thewulf]

hi if ur reqs are open, could you maybe write a fic with rhys where feyre is not his mate but reader? can r also be tamlins sister so when he locked feyre up in the manor, he also locked r with her? then r is just trying to break the barrier but shes draining her powers in the process so when mor and rhys arrive, r is just on the brink of passing out. thank you so so much! hope u have a good day!!

Hehehe I can certainly write this for you!! Idk why but writing Rhys is super intimidating lmfaoo. love him so much thoooo.

I'll make reader a "hidden" character. Aka people know she exists but TamTam never let her leave the court and always hid her away when other guests visited. She was kinda Feyre's only saving grace when she got back to Spring. Always talked her through things.

For plot cohesiveness we'll still have Feyre have a link to Rhys through the promise or something!!

[auutumn]

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋; 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒. — eris vanserra, of a court of thorns and roses. based in folktales, fae lore & myths. vocally anti-sjm. as allied with doll.

[faerincess]

❦ Fandoms for roleplay ❦

❥ 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠

❥ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 （𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒）

❥ 𝑇𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓

❥ 𝐴 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠

❥ 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 （𝐴𝐶𝑂𝑇𝐴𝑅 𝑋 𝑇𝑂𝐺 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠）

❥ 𝑆𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙

❥ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐱𝐱

[calliesmemes]

TITANIC: BLOOD AND STEEL (EPISODES 1-6)

SENTENCE STARTERS PULLED FROM THE DIALOGUE IN THE PERIOD DRAMA TITANIC: BLOOD AND STEEL, a twelve-episode miniseries about the construction of the RMS Titanic in Belfast.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

EPISODE ONE: A CITY DIVIDED

“   I'd like to introduce someone to you. ”

“   You are venturing into the unknown, sir. ”

“   It's not arrogant if it's true. ”

“   I don't care what he is, right? You leave him alone. ”

“   I believe we have an appointment. ”

“   Could you explain precisely what you would offer, why your contribution is so necessary? ”

“   We stand at the border where our ambition shall outstrip our technology. ”

“   You are in uncharted territory. ”

“   And you — you feel yourself the right person to test our mettle, so to speak? ”

“   Where are you staying? ”

“   The high and mighty appear so only because we are on our knees. ”

“   If we stand united and indivisible, there's nothing that can't be achieved. ”

“   So I hear you've joined our merry band. ”

“   Oh, I wouldn't underestimate the Americans. ”

“   Maybe she talks too much. ”

“   Well, you shouldn't lose your job because you talk. ”

“   You should be more like your sister. ”

“   Now that they can read and write, their heads are full of all sorts of nonsense. ”

“   Science shall never replace good judgment or plain common sense. ”

“   We're a man short. Do you want to play? ”

“   Where did you say you went to school? ”

“   We can give it another half an hour before we make our final decision. ”

“   I don't know what they're all so mopey about. ”

“   I don't understand this game. ”

“   You are a funny one. ”

“   What is it that brought you here? ”

“   You speak like a man in love. ”

“   I merely look forward to working together, to furthering the excellence of your work. ”

“   We all play our part. Some parts are more interesting than others. ”

“   I don't know how much longer I can do this. ”

“   The beauty of our country is lost on these people. ”

“   I worry about my daughters. ”

“   I don't think you're a man to sit back or be proud. ”

“   Well, of course, since then it's grown in my imagination. ”

“   We are now on the threshold of a newer movement, with newer hopes! ”

“   You have no authority here. ”

“   We have to start fighting back, and making demands. ”

“   Your father is worried about you. ”

“   Your parents must have been very proud. ”

“   This generation’s gone soft, don’t you think? ”

“   Is he really as terrifying as they say? ”

“   Are you finding the work challenging? ”

“   That was completely inappropriate. ”

“   You have a lot to learn. ”

“   Are you avoiding me? ”

“   I can read you like a book. That's what I love about you. ”

“   What are you reading? ”

“   How many people are we expecting today? ”

“   Today we start building a legend that will last a thousand years. ”

“   Never had you down as a superstitious man. ”

EPISODE TWO: STAINED STEEL

“   I need someone to draw something for me. Would you be free? ”

“   I know what desperation, what needs, what false promises brought you here! ”

“   There is no prize so high that can merit the betrayal of your brothers! ”

“   There's just a lot of mayhem out there today. ”

“   We shouldn't assume it's a victory. Just the first shots fired in a long war. ”

“   I don't think anybody's talking about victory. Not yet. ”

“   We can't let fear stop us from taking a stand. ”

“   Do you mind if I sit with you? ”

“   I believe there are serious grounds for concern. ”

“   Trust I take this issue as seriously as you. ”

“   They believe what they want to. They don't hear what they don't want to or see what's in front of them. ”

“   If you want to persuade, you have to take human nature into account. ”

“   You have something of the real world about you. ”

“   You don't strike me as the timid type. ”

“   Rank does have its privileges but there's always a price to pay. ”

“   Come and speak with me. My door is open. ”

“   Would you look at who's come home! ”

“   Truly, my dear, what is troubling you? ”

“   Stick by your principles, and to your emotions. They’ve served you well before. ”

“   A consciousness of your own dignity and worth must be encouraged. ”

“   Get away from the wrong ideals and false standards of womanhood. ”

“   Be as free as your dream of the future would have you. ”

“   I think of her and it makes the thought of living in this miserable little town bearable. ”

“   I would like you to become my wife. ”

“   I will decide who I marry and when, if I want to get married at all! ”

“   You have disgraced me! ”

EPISODE THREE: GOOD MAN DOWN

“   My father wants me to change my mind. ”

“   This Saturday, march for your rights. ”

“   He doesn't like a smart mouth, so keep your answers simple, to the point, and you'll do all right. ”

“   You do as you're told and you'll do just fine. ”

“   Did you do much fighting? ”

“   It was terrifying and it was boring at the same time. ”

“   I’ll tell you what I learnt. I learnt that there's things worth fighting for, and there's things that ain't. ”

“   It's only since I've been back that I realize why you made me go away. ”

“   When we march, we must be united. ”

“   United we stand; divided we fall. ”

“   Are you two old enough to be in here on your own? ”

“   You have bigger things to be thinking about. ”

“   Should I start a conversation or should we just sit in silence? ”

“   The world of science is littered with the reputation of men and women who spoke out before they were certain. ”

“   You have to be careful. He’s from another world, one which you don’t belong to. ”

“   You're a good teacher. ”

“   The best thing is for you to get on with your life. Forget about me. ”

“   Nothing's gonna change unless we all support it. And when I say "all," I mean all. ”

“   This is a peaceful protest and we have every right to be here. ”

“   You're all right. You're all right. You're gonna be all right. ”

“   Did you get caught up in all that mayhem? ”

“   I wasn’t there, but I know people who were. ”

“   Well, that may be your kind of politics, it certainly isn't mine! ”

“   If you so much as interfere, I'll find out where you live and I'll burn your house. ”

“   They hit us where we’re weakest. It’s the oldest strategy in the book. ”

EPISODE FOUR: DANGER LOOMS

“   Pleased with yourself, are you? ”

“   You think we organized this to bring the country to its knees? ”

“   I came to say thank you for helping me. ”

“   Oh, I specialize in damsels in distress. ”

“   Don't they understand the tensions this will inflame? ”

“   You've started a dialogue. We have to keep them engaged. ”

“   Half of me is pleased. The other half feels hollow. I don't know which instinct to trust. ”

“   Either we sit and we're at the same level, or you make me stand. Which is it to be? ”

“   We have more in common than you might think. ”

“   I want us to work together. ”

“   My door is always open to you and to anyone. You only have to knock. Have I made myself clear? ”

“   I know these will be difficult times for you. ”

“   What are you trying to prove? ”

“   Well done. You did the right thing. ”

“   There was a time when I was a great deal more like you than you'd imagine. ”

“   I keep seeing his face. His blood on my hands. They killed him. ”

“   You don't think the man's gone a bit soft, no? ”

“   When you do nothing, it breeds malcontent. ”

“   Sorry. He's just not used to anything other than his own opinion. ”

“   I've been waiting ages to casually bump into you. ”

“   You’re a strange one. ”

“   You have this all worked out, don't you? ”

“   This is sex and fun, darling. Probably the only place we can meet and be ourselves. ”

“   I'm turning you down. Gently, but I am turning you down. ”

“   This is a dangerous game you’re playing. ”

“   You shouldn’t have come back. ”

“   I've got a very good teacher. ”

“   Even a mere suggestion of romance across this divide can ruin a man. ”

“   People can be driven out of their homes by their own community. ”

“   If you act now, you might be able to avoid the inevitable consequences. ”

“   There is something lonely about you. ”

“   Men think they are in control, but they aren't. Women are. ”

“   Democracy? Another vastly overrated institution. ”

“   You killed my daughter. You never came back for her. ”

EPISODE FIVE: UNDER LOCK AND KEY

“   Open up! I know you're in there! ”

“   You lied to me. ”

“   I just want to know what happened. ”

“   Why the urgency all of a sudden? ”

“   If I had known, I would have done the right thing. ”

“   I'm here now because I've just learned the truth. ”

“   Could I have a minute of your time, please, sir? ”

“   Perhaps this would have been better had you remained ignorant. ”

“   If you pay more attention, you might have more success in finding a job! ”

“   This has nothing to do with you. ”

“   When I walk out of here, you will never see me again. ”

“   Distrust and suspicion drive a wedge between us. ”

“   I don't have to tell you how disappointed I am in you. ”

“   Had the boot been on the other foot, I believe I should have done exactly the same as you. ”

“   Your contribution is highly valued. ”

“   We are prepared to keep your history confidential. ”

“   if your history ever becomes public knowledge, I won't be able to defend your position. ”

“   His presence here is valuable. ”

“   I must insist you keep this information to yourself. If you breathe a word of it, I shall regard it as a personal betrayal. ”

“   So this is where they imprison you all day. ”

“   I honestly don't know how people do it. Cooped up in these little rooms, having to do what someone else says. ”

“   You shouldn't believe everything you read in newspapers. ”

“   Do you have any idea what damage is being done to our reputation? ”

“   Is your father unwell? ”

“   Usually, when we deal with your father, he knows exactly what we're talking about. ”

“   I just get this feeling that he's holding something back. ”

“   He isn’t one of us; he’s one of them. ”

“   He lives by their rules, not ours. ”

“   Look, I don't make the rules. I only deliver the message. ”

“   Hey, if you can't do it properly, you shouldn't be here. ”

“   Sometimes you seem so distant. ”

“   We need to show our strength. ”

“   You must know that what you're asking is virtually impossible. ”

EPISODE SIX: THE IMPOSTOR

“   All I ever get are stolen moments. ”

“   You have some explaining to do. ”

“   I have nothing to hide. ”

“   Don’t you dare call me a thief again. ”

“   We're interested in men like you. ”

“   What have I done that’s so special? ”

“   Do you believe in the cause? ”

“   We're only looking for men who are serious and committed to the cause. ”

“   Remember what I said. Keep your mouth shut. ”

“   Gentlemen, we have a larger problem than we thought. ”

“   We have the power to make them do what we want. ”

“   All those in favor, raise your hands. ”

“   You cannot give into blackmail! ”

“   Has it ever occurred to you they may have a genuine grievance? ”

“   You should be very proud. ”

“   He would be so proud of you. ”

“   If we stand together on this, they will bow to our demands. ”

“   I find myself between a rock and a hard place. ”

“   Will I have to betray anyone’s trust? ”

“   Not all rules are fair. ”

“   It's what I was trained to do. ”

“   He wants to meet you. Privately. Without anyone knowing. ”

“   We’ve come to rescue you. ”

“   I told you, this is all part of a grand business arrangement. ”

“   I'm just showing you what'll happen if you try and cheat us. ”

“   I fear that, to end this dispute, we both need to claim victory. ”

“   Others might call it a step too far. ”

“   I really don't care about politics. It's quite the most tedious thing in the world, apart from religion. ”

“   I don't know if the whole thing is completely bogus, but there's something not right about him. ”

“   What do you dream of? ”

“   We need a strong candidate. Someone with forthright views who speaks the language of our people. And we think that person is you. ”

“   You might be shocked to know all the wild imaginings I had buzzing around in my head. ”

“   He's committed no crime! ”

“   I believe we all have been deceived. ”

“   That is an outrageous allegation against me! Withdraw it immediately! ”

“   Your true identity is now known. ”

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[jims-strap-on]

ABOUT:

hi i’m ash!! 27, any pronouns, genderqueer/bi/ace. i’ve been rping since 2009, and have been on fbrp since 2012. i decided to try out tumblr again. im married and have four cats.

i’m a multimuse rp account in the our flag means death, acotar, supernatural, good omens, marvel, phantom of the opera, and harry potter fandoms. my main fandoms are OFMD and ACOTAR, and my main muses are Jim, Izzy, Rhysand, Azriel, and Feyre. OC and crossover friendly.

I love writing angst, hurt/comfort, and romance, including (optional) smut. i can do either canon or AU. i especially love themes like enemies to lovers and mafia AUs.

I’m okay with dark themes such as violence, blood/gore, self-harm, drugs and alcohol, etc.

I don’t reply terribly consistently so writing with me requires patience, I work full time and suffer from PTSD/depression and can’t reply while in funks. I will not tolerate my partners nagging me for replies.

i’m not picky about reply length, there is NO need to match mine. sometimes I tend to rant and reply length gets away from me, I don’t expect the same detail in return. however I do prefer para/lit. usually I’ll write a couple of paragraphs.

𝙁𝙀𝙔𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝙍𝙃𝙔𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝘼𝙕𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙇 𝘽𝙄𝙊

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH:

Muses: Izzy Hands, Jim Jimenez, Edward Teach, Archie, Stede Bonnet

Izzy/Stede

Izzy/Ed

Ed/Stede

Stede/Izzy/Ed

Oluwande/Jim

Jim/Archie

Oluwande/Jim/Archie

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES:

Muses: Feyre Archeron, Azriel, Nesta Archeron, Rhysand, Eris Vanserra

Feyre/Rhysand

Nesta/Cassian

Azriel/Elain

Azriel/Gwyn

GOOD OMENS:

Muse: Crowley

Crowley/Aziraphale

SUPERNATURAL:

Muses: Sam, Dean

Dean/Castiel

Sam/Ruby

Sam and Dean (NOT shipping NOT as a pairing!! but I love brother interactions!)

HARRY POTTER:

Muses: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger

Draco/Harry

Draco/Hermione

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA/LOVE NEVER DIES:

Muses: Erik, Raoul

Erik/Christine

Erik/Raoul

MARVEL:

Mus𝙚𝙨: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Bucky/Natasha

Bucky/Steve

Bucky/Sam

Bucky/Tony

Bucky/Zemo

Bucky/Clint

Steve/Tony

AU WISHLIST:

enemies to lovers mafia boss AU: our muses are both leaders of rival organized crime rings. they are both alone in the world and have spent their lives looking out for number one, falling into a life of crime desperate for money with no other options left. could take place in the present, or 1940s brooklyn.

sugar baby AU: my muse is a successful, professional business owner searching online for a baby to take care of long term and spoil. the arrangement is strictly platonic and sexual, until feelings start to develop.

sugar baby mafia AU: our muses meet on a sugar baby website. my muse is a crime boss who is interested in your innocent muse as a live in submissive in exchange for a handsome monthly salary. your muse is interested in the world of organized crime, letting my muse show yours the ropes while providing sex as a stress relief. bonus points if your character ends up joining a life of crime and running the crime ring with mine

BDSM club owner AU: my muse is a BDSM club owner who meets your submissive character at the club and frequently run scenes in my character’s private room at the club. it turns out they compliment each other in the bedroom well; your muse is the brat who likes to work for their rewards, while mine is the brat tamer who has all the time in the world. possible kinks include degradation, masochism, knife play, bondage, spanking, ropes/cuffs, cock warming, voyeurism, praise—open to suggestions. i’m also open to a pleasure dom and eager submissive dynamic.

mafia boss/police officer AU: our muses match on bumble, meeting up at a club my muse owns for a first date. your character works as a police detective, not knowing that their date is actually the owner of several clubs which secretly are coverups for sex work and drug dealing. the very same crime ring that your muse is assigned to taking down.

slave auction AU: your muse is sold to mine at a slave auction, only my muse only purchased yours to take them away from this life, gain their trust, and slowly heal them over time. maybe my muse is also just a little lonely and wants companionship. my character keeps yours safe while only ever treating them with gentleness, which your muse is not used to after such a hard life. this could also be sunshine x grumpy, my muse being the brooding grump who has a not-so-secret soft side.

Other plots:

enemies to lovers, our characters hate each other and have frequent hate sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism to serve as a distraction. they are in deep denial about their feelings and keep the arrangement strictly physical, until they can’t any longer.

good omens only: crowley and aziraphale decide they want to explore the human act of intercourse, exploring what each other like in the bedroom as they learn about their boundaries and various kinks, leading to BDSM. they are only friends wishing to indulge in a new human interest they realize they really enjoy, leading to eventual relationship. dom!aziraphale

These are only possible specific plot ideas I enjoy, of course i’m open to anything; as mentioned earlier, my favorites are angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, found family, fwb to relationship… feel free to come to me with ANY of your own ideas! shipping/NSFW is not a necessity, i’m open to a lot!

[oakthcrn]

I am Lark Oakthorn and I am made of fire.

an indie, private, mutually exclusive fantasy original character. written by Jackie Multi-fandom

[rhysie]

selective & private writing account for 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅, from a court of thorns and roses. nsfw & triggering content present, 21+ only. written by moose. ( 25, they/them )