#dark!feyre archeron

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Inner Circle Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🌹 — lady l: here it is, I hope you guys like these Inner Circle headcanons! I haven't proofread it yet and it may contain errors and forgive me for that! Good reading, darlings! ❤️🖤

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of injuries, implied torture, implied death, and unhealthy platonic relationships.

❝🌹pairing: yandere platonic!inner circle x gender neutral!reader.

The way you came into the arms of the Inner Circle is complicated, to say the least. It was Cassian and Azriel who found you bruised and lost in the Spring Court woods. You were weak and had clearly been attacked by someone or something and the illyrians didn't know what to do with you at first. They couldn't leave you there, it was pretty clear that you would end up being killed given the critical state you were in. So they decided to take you to Velaris. They could deal with the High Lord and High Lady after they made sure you were okay. They didn't understand why but the thought of you succumbing to your injuries made them bitter.

You were treated by the High Lord's favorite healer and you were out of danger, leaving the males relieved, but now they had to deal with Rhysand and Feyre. The rulers didn't seem upset but rather curious about what motivated the illyrian males to bring you to Velaris and how concerned they were about you. Though they could show kindness and mercy, the peculiar way in which they acted around him baffled him. They didn't even know your name, but they were determined to save you.

When you finally regained consciousness, you found yourself surrounded by the males who saved you, although you were half unconscious when they found you, you recognized and thanked them. Although you still felt pain, you didn't want to stay in an unfamiliar place any longer and wanted to go back to your home. Wherever it was. Needless to say, they didn't take it very well. They didn't seem willing to let you out of that bed, that much you noticed, but not that they didn't seem to want to let you out of the Night Court. And soon you found out it wasn't just them.

Rhysand tries to be the voice of reason and tries to be sympathetic to your situation and talks to Azriel and Cassian about you, but soon he is considered a hypocrite when he finds himself attached to you and does not intend to let you go. There was something about you, something that made you so special in Rhys's eyes and he didn't intend to let something so precious go. Rhysand enjoys listening to you talk, he's a good listener, and would love to take you flying with him if you wanted.

Feyre was one of the most excited to have you with them, along with Azriel and Cassian, it didn't take long for her to convince her mate to accept you into the Inner Circle. She is so kind to you and loving, almost like a mother would. Feyre learned to love you once she heard your ''story'' told by the males and she decided she couldn't let you go. What if you were attacked again? She couldn't have that and she wouldn't. She loves to paint you and she will love to teach you how to do it if you want to learn.

Morrigan was wary at first but soon warmed to you like the others and truly loved you. She was furious when she learned that you were attacked and wanted to find the culprits to make them pay for daring to hurt you. A passionate delusional, Mor doesn't seem to understand how wrong it all was, her family's obsession with you and she didn't care.

Cassian warmed to you the moment he found you semi-conscious in the woods, and just like Mor, he wanted to make whoever hurt you feel bad. The general refused to leave your side until you got better and was ready to fight Feyre and Rhys if they didn't allow him into Velaris, thankfully that was avoided. Cassian is playful and wants to teach you how to stand up for yourself, he loves to tease and flirt with you, but will get annoyed if someone else does the same. Only he is allowed to tease you.

Azriel took a little longer to warm up to you, although he felt bitter when he met you, he was still suspicious. He's not the Spymaster for no reason, he needed to make sure you weren't a threat, but even so, Azriel didn't like the idea of leaving your side, but you would be in good hands until he checked everything and that led him to find out who hurt you. He's quieter and the least demanding of your attention, but Az wants you to choose him for things, be it training, or being in the Shadowsinger's silent company. He has really come to love you.

Amren was the last to warm up to you. At first, she was curious and suspicious of everything, the strange affection others had for you, but as he spent more time with her, she could finally understand and Amren began to open up to you. You became good friends, much to everyone's amazement, and the First Mate found herself craving her company more often, particularly when you brought her blood.

Family is what they are and what they will always be. They all warmed to you in their own way and you became theirs when you accepted to become part of the Inner Circle, even if you didn't know you were theirs before all this happened. When Azriel found out who had hurt you, they all went after those responsible and made them suffer in return for what they did to you. No one could hurt you and get away with it, they would make sure of that.

Everyone is kind and protective of you, but if you try to run away from them, they won't be so kind anymore. Rhysand and Feyre would order you to be hunted down and brought back home and when you were brought back, screaming, they would make you regret leaving. They love you, but you dared to disobey them and soon you will learn what it means to revolt against the Night Court. But don't worry, they won't hurt you too much. And when it was all over, you would find yourself covered in affects that would break your mind more than the worst tortures.

And if you still fight their love, Rhysand and Feyre will have to use their daemati gifts. They don't want to have to break your mind for you to accept them, but they will if everything becomes too much to handle and others would be inclined to accept you being manipulated, broken. But once it's all over, when all the pain is gone, you'll be more loved and more cared for. Cassian and Azriel would take you flying and sightseeing, Mor would take you drinking and shopping, Amren would shower you with jewels, Rhys would be so protective and loving and Feyre would be so affectionate and would spend hours painting you. They would all act as if nothing had happened and anyone who threatens to shatter that illusion will bitterly regret it.

[shallyne]

Not to get hot and heavy on main but I need a bat boy, a hawk boy, a fallen angel, a demon prince, a demon king, a dragon, a demon, a wingleader, a mafia guy with a motorcycle, a mafia heir, a mafia guy with one eye, a dude with death powers and/or the High Lady of the Night Court to fuck the depression out of me

And a talking sword to give me a pep talk

[throneofsapphics]

haunt me like the wind that blows 

Feysand x f!Reader 

(part two) (part three)

Summary: She yanked her hand from his grasp, taking a few steps backward. The fight was futile, there was no winning in this scenario, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try.

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: dark feysand, abusive relationships, mentions of injuries, stalking, mention of suicidal ideation, yandere maybe?, not proofread, blood, death/murder

A/N: mind the warnings!

It had been one year, two months, and five days since she left. She counted every single one, because every single one was filled with memories of their love, their lies, and the fear they might find her. And what might happen when they do. If, she told herself, if they do. Something in her gut, maybe an instinct, told her it was inevitable they would find her someday. But she held onto the hope, the possibility that after a year they would give up. 

She ran as far as she reasonably could, to a small and barely known village in the mountains of Vallahan- one that welcomed her without question. She disguised her accent and her magic hid the presence of the mating bond. In the state she showed up in - shaking, pale, and underfed from weeks of rough travel, nobody questioned her. She used a vague backstory - escaping a bad relationship, being raised in a poor family, working as an herbalist. All of those facts are true, and she fed just enough information to escape suspicion. 

Still, she knew if any of them thought she was the mate of the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, they’d turn her over to them without any question. People's goodness only ran so far. 

They told her they loved her, but kept her so tightly under key that she suffocated. Friends she’d had for years, suddenly felt the need to move away from Velaris. She managed to keep her own business for a few years.

First, they started telling her she didn’t need it, not with them there to provide for her. She told them she liked it, enjoyed working. That satisfied them for a while, until Feyre came in at the end of the day, finding a male flirting with her as she tried to deflect his attention. 

Rhys was there in seconds and she watched in horror as he died on the floor of the shop she built from the ground up. No matter how much she begged them, pleaded for them to stop, they wouldn’t and blood pooled across the floor, soaking into the wood. All traces of blood were removed, all evidence of the male's existence, but she knew it was there, and scented it each time she entered.

She shakily held on to it for a few months. They started mentioning things that happened during her day - things they weren’t present for, and she realized they either sorted through her mind or had somehow hidden themselves in her shop. They showed up from time to time and she never had any idea when they would. Anxiety filled her each day, and she started working on building her mental walls - in secret, hoping it would help her compartmentalize and shove some of that fear down. 

They commented how she looked worn down at the end of each day, how bags started forming under her eyes, how she grew more skittish. All things she knew, but hearing them stung. They convinced her working was too much, that it was her job affecting her health.

Eventually, they gave her an ultimatum. Quit and sell the shop, or we’ll make you. But, an ultimatum implied having a choice - that there would be two different endings, and in this case both scenarios ended the same way. The next day, fliers for sale went up and the shop sold quickly, being prime real estate in Velaris. 

She watched as the door was painted over - yellow instead of blue, and changed to a small clothing boutique. She wondered if the new owners felt that male presence. One who tried to flirt with the wrong female at the wrong place and time. Innocent flirting, flirting that meant nothing to her but cost him his life.

The first time she threw mental walls up around Rhys, finally recognizing the gentle caress of him slipping inside, he ripped them down brutally. She was left with a headache and hand shaped bruises littering her backside for a week. 

They mixed their love for her with lies. How they were protecting her, how they did it for her benefit, that all they wanted was for her to be happy. 

The happy memories haunted her the most, the ones of flights between mountains - both with Rhys and Feyre. Wind whipping through their hair, the smiles on their faces as they pointed out various things, the skyline of Velaris from above.

Now, each brush of the wind against her skin felt like a threat from them. Every audible beat of a bird’s wing made her shudder. It took a while for her to stop hiding when she heard them, or when the wind swept in a strange direction.  

She debated her decision every day. But, every time she took a walk through the mountains, interacted with someone new, created a different kind of tonic or poultice, she felt the freedom rush through her. The right decision, a decision she would make again if she had to. No matter how much her soul tore from being separated from her mates, she’d chosen herself. Maybe not happiness, but freedom. She'd never chosen them, the Cauldron put them together and she reminded herself often it doesn't mean they're a perfect match.

-

A knock sounded against the door and she cursed. The book was reaching its climax after five hundred pages of slowly building plot. It was late - almost sundown in the middle of summer, but she never knew if it was someone needing some kind of tonic or healing herbs and a sense of guilt motivated her to always answer the door. Another thump of fist on wood drew her from her thoughts, sending her rushing from the door, her page quickly marked with a random scrap of paper.

She undid the lock, swinging the door open. Her heart beat rose so quickly she thought she might pass out. After over a year, Rhys stood right outside her door, hands tucked into his pockets. He’d hidden his scent, and put the strongest damper on his power possible. Still, a dark storm raged in his eyes upon seeing her. 

Futily, she tried to slam the door, but a small wave of darkness shoved it back open. She didn’t try to scream, anyone she attracted would probably end up with their minds wiped - or dead. 

“Good girl.” He murmured when she stepped aside. She swallowed harshly as he entered, his eyes scanning the room. It was over. Her year of freedom was over. The High Lord of the Night Court found her, deep in the mountains of Vallahan, a village not even marked on maps. 

“You need to go.” Her voice was hoarse and shaking, betraying her fear. 

He let out a dark chuckle. “No,” his hand shot out quick as an asp, grasping her wrist to pull her close to him. His thumb traced over her bottom lip. “I won’t be going anywhere without you.” 

She yanked her hand from his grasp, taking a few steps backward. The fight was futile, there was no winning in this scenario, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try. “I want you to leave. Leave me alone.” 

His amusement faded. “You’ve always been a stubborn brat.” 

Her body shook with fear and rage. How dare he come in here, barge in on the life she created, and try to rip her away. “Go.” She pointed to the door. “I don’t want you, either of you." She knows Feyre is probably listening, watching in through his mind.  

The last sentence was a lie. Her body and soul wanted them, yearned to be with them, but she fought it at every step, and he knew it. “Liar,” he purred and she felt power begin to rumble from him. Anger was loosening his control. 

She tilted her chin up, clenching her fists at her side. “I don’t want you more than I want my freedom.” 

“Freedom?” He tilted his head. “Being with your mates is a privilege. So many don’t find theirs or don’t have one - let alone two.” 

A privilege. That was new. “I don’t care,” she spat, stepping around to open a path to the door, a path for him. She threw up every mental barrier she could, every bit of practice she’d put in every single day. If she left, it would be kicking and screaming and in her own mind. Sure enough, she felt him tapping against it - and saw the impressed expression that crossed his face, quickly overtaken by rage. Rage that she locked him out. 

He somehow mastered it, and strolled over towards the couch, picking up the book she left, twisting it over to read the description. Having him in here felt like a violation. But - his current distraction could help. She slowly backed towards the door, reaching her hand out to grab the door knob - only met with a shield that stung her fingertips. She hissed, sucking her fingers in her mouth to try and get rid of the burn. 

“I told you I won’t be leaving without you.” Rhys’s voice was mild. A mild she recognized - the same tone of his voice before he murdered that male for flirting with her, for touching her arm. A particular tone that haunted her nightmares. “I can give you five minutes to grab whatever you’d like, or we can go now.” 

Now, with nothing but the clothes on her back. Her own magic wasn’t strong enough to rip through his, and she already knew he’d cast a shield to keep her from winnowing away. Gods, she should have winnowed the moment he haunted her doorstep. 

“I thought you would stop looking,” she stalled, trying to buy herself time to figure something out. 

“You’re foolish.” Foolish. Like she was some child in need of scolding. He glanced at the clock hanging above her fireplace. “You have four minutes.” 

“Why do this? Why drag me back?” She questioned. 

“Because you’re ours. You’re part of us.” 

“I don’t want to be.” Y/n snapped, her temper finally flaring. 

Rhys’s eyes flashed. “Watch your tone.” 

“What good will that do me?” She laughed hysterically, “this all ends the same way.” 

“You could make it less painful for yourself.” 

There would be pain - there would be hell to pay, she knew that, and knew they had a plethora of ideas for how to make her pay for this. She could think of one way, only one way to escape. A permanent freedom from them, until they found her in the next life … her eyes glanced at the knife ten feet away, on her kitchen table. 

Her shields must’ve dropped for just a moment, because Rhys’s voice reverberated through her mind, "absolutely not". But, his voice tinged with fear. A sick sort of satisfaction came over her after she shoved him out, that she could put some kind of fear in him, no matter how sickening the circumstances or reasons. 

“Two minutes,” he hissed, “but I’m done waiting.” 

She didn’t move quick enough to escape his grasp. His grip was painful as he winnowed them, a series of jumps all the way back to the Night Court, back to her gilded cage, her shiny prison. 

[highladyofterrasen7]

My holy trio of book bfs

- xaden “my house my chair my woman” Riorson

- rhysand “I want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast”

- Dorian “I’ll bleed whatever colour you tell me to” Havilliard

At the moment and in no particular order

[offtorivendell]

The Cauldron and its far reaching threads; who is susceptible to the puppet master, and how might it work?

Disclaimer: this is a massive crack theory that I have held off posting since June 2022, but fuck it I guess, let's go! This is not a shipping post.

As usual, I am absolutely NOT suggesting that anyone who is influenced by the Cauldron is inherently evil in any way. This is just a crack theory. If you can't interact respectfully, then please keep scrolling.

Spoilers: ACOTAR series to date, and massive character spoilers for River Song and the Ponds from Doctor Who (if you care about that) in part 2.

Part 1 - Cauldron Made Beings

This first section will be stating some of the obvious, as we know, per Amren in ACOSF, that Cauldron-Made beings are able to be influenced by the Cauldron, though the “how” is not yet clear. @wingedblooms has theorised extensively about the living bond that Elain Archeron may share with the Mother's crockpot, and I suspect that this bond may also tie (terrible pun, sorry) into how the Cauldron can exert control: by pulling the “bond” threads that connect it to its former inhabitants.

Cassian’s breath caught in his throat. “It was a fluke, Amren. Nesta didn’t make it on purpose.” Amren shook her head, hair swaying. “Nothing is a fluke. The Cauldron’s power flows through Nesta, and could use her as a puppet without her knowledge. It wanted those weapons Made, and thus they were Made. It wanted Rhysand to have them and thus the blacksmith brought them to you. - ACOSF, chapter 42

Finding the link would be basically impossible at this point, but I've previously mentioned that I wonder if the Cauldron's dark maker could be Koschei, or another death god/Daglan. To briefly rehash my thoughts: if there is a dark maker, it stands to reason there be a light maker, too… is it the Mother? Could Koschei be the dark mother that the Naga referred to in ACOTAR, as the terms “mother” and “maker” could demonstrate in-universe evolution of the same word? I've also previously theorised that Koschei may have been controlling the Cauldron through the King of Hybern/vice versa, and that is how the Elucien bond came to be, but this is not a shipping post, sorry!

As a quick aside, the above passage also makes me wonder if the Cauldron, or one of its hypothetical makers, wanted the Archeron sisters Made - it's something I've meant to post about, but I think Koschei has had a hand in things since Papa Archeron’s ship was lost at sea, at the very least. They are each a weapon in their own right, as Amren went on to state their powers match Rhys’ own. I know @nikethestatue has had similar thoughts. But I digress.

Look at the use of “bird in a cage” in the following passage, used to describe Nesta, which parallels nicely with Thesan’s use of decorative birds in cages as spies to listen in (thank you so much to @ladynightcourt3 for the first quote).

The amusement only grew, and Helion pushed a finger against his lips in mock warning. “Careful, High Lady. Even the birds report to Thesan here.” I frowned at the birds in cages throughout the room, still silent in Azriel’s shadowy presence. I threw shields around them, Rhys said down the bond. - ACOWAR, chapter 47

“Like calls to like,” Amren countered. “You were Made by the Cauldron. You may track other objects Made by it as well, as Briallyn can. And because you are Made by it, you are immune to the influence and power of the Trove. You might use them, yes, but they cannot be used upon you.” A glance to Elain. “Either of you.” Nesta swallowed. “I can’t.” But to let Elain involve herself, jeopardize her safety— Amren said, “You tracked the Cauldron—” “It nearly killed me. It trapped me like a bird in a cage.” Elain said, “Then I will find it. I might require some time to … reacquaint myself with my powers, but I could start today.” “Absolutely not,” Nesta spat, fingers curling at her sides. “Absolutely not.” - ACOSF, chapter 21

I think Nesta briefly (I hope, though who knows) became a puppet/shell for the Cauldron's puppet master - perhaps a death god such as Koschei, if @fawnandshadows is correct that he bastardised the Cauldron in some way, millennia ago (I think she's onto something) - and that's who we were seeing when she locked herself into her mind while scrying in ACOSF.

“Get her out, Rhys,” Cassian demanded. “Get her out now.” “I can’t,” he said softly, his power a cloak of stars and night around him. “I— The doors to her mind were open the other night. They’re shut now.” “She doesn’t want it seeing her. Or us,” Feyre said, her face tight. “She’s locked it out, but also locked herself in.” Cassian’s stomach twisted. “Nesta,” he said into her ear. “Nesta, open your hand and come back.” Her breathing sharpened. The cold deepened. “Nesta,” he snarled— And the cold halted. It didn’t vanish, but rather … stopped. Nesta’s eyes flicked open. Silver fire burned within. Nothing Fae looked out through them. Rhys shoved Feyre behind him. She shoved her way back to his side. But Nesta’s hand continued to squeeze Cassian’s. He squeezed back, let his Siphons send a bite of power into her skin. She turned her head so slowly it was like watching a puppet move. Her eyes met his. Death watched him. - ACOSF, chapter 31

I think a similar situation - though more high stakes/urgent - could come to play in Elain's book.

Elain is a Seer with mystical powers that are potentially tied to the Void.

She may try to See through mist and shadow, and accidentally make herself known to Koschei or another death god/Daglan?

In ACOSF, Nesta warned her to “stay away from the Cauldron,” and even Azriel suggested there was a darkness to the Dread Trove that “Elain should not be exposed to.” This, of course, makes many of us think that Elain will go after the Cauldron in her own book.

Could Elain mistakenly Look too far and open herself up to the Cauldron's living bond? That being said, it could simultaneously be using at least Jurian and Amren as well, and we have no idea if Made Fae who haven't been inside the Cauldron, such as Feyre and Miryam, are equally susceptible.

Part 2 - Not Made, yet possibly susceptible

I have been wondering for a while if the Cauldron can somehow form bonds, or weave threads, between itself and anyone exposed to it - or a part of it, when it was separated and hidden in different locations - for extended periods of time, or perhaps crucial ages, like somebody's formative years?

His mouth tightened, and he swallowed once before he said, “Hybern was looking for the Cauldron back then—for the pieces of its feet. One was hidden at the temple in Sangravah, its power used to fuel its priestesses’ gifts for millennia. - ACOSF, chapter 14

What if Gwyn - or anyone else - who grew up in Sangravah, a temple that housed one leg of the Cauldron, internalised some of the magic (sort of along the lines of River Song having regenerative abilities because Amy Pond fell/was pregnant while travelling on the TARDIS, and everything that happened after she was born - being taken away)?

All the High Priestesses wore the billowing, artfully twisted and layered robes—though they certainly were far from matronly. Ianthe’s slim waist was on display with a fine belt of sky-blue, limpid stones, each perfectly oval and held in shining silver. And atop her hood sat a matching circlet—a delicate band of silver, with a large stone at its center. A panel of cloth had been folded up beneath the circlet, a built-in swath meant to be pulled over the brow and eyes when she needed to pray, beseech the Cauldron and Mother, or just think. Ianthe had shown me once what the panel looked like when down: only her nose and full, sensuous mouth visible. The Voice of the Cauldron. I’d found the image unsettling—that merely covering the upper part of her face had somehow turned the bright, cunning female into an effigy, into something Other. - ACOMAF, chapter 2

@wingedblooms has suggested that priestesses could be influenced in general because they worship the triple goddess/divine trio, which follows along with what Feyre hinted at when thinking about Ianthe, all the way back in ACOMAF; that they opened themselves up to the divine during their services (in a similar way to how I imagine Elain's Sight may function). That being said, it's hard to say whether the priestesses at Cesere, Sangravah and Itica are more susceptible than their colleagues from other temples due to their prolonged proximity to the Cauldron’s feet, but I suspect it might be the case.

Could they have a deeper connection, or a bond of sorts?

One that remains even when they aren't communing with the Mother or the Cauldron?

One that may be accessed by the Cauldron or its Maker, for such nefarious purposes as letting in enemies to a library sanctuary?

Gwyn is likely already a lightsinger - please see @silverlinedeyes and @merymoonbeam for some brilliant posts that cover the basics of the theory and then some here, here, here, here and here - but if not, or maybe in addition to that, what if she was "Made-adjacent," and so also able to be used as a "puppet" by the Cauldron/the being controlling it, and thus any threads it may share with others? If accurate, this would work for anyone who was born, grew up, and/or lived for a long time in Sangravah, Cesere or Itica. To clarify, I don't think that these priestesses could call to or search for the the Cauldron, as they are likely not true “kin” - as, say, the Archeron sisters are to other Made items - but I could always be wrong about that. Or is this what lightsingers truly are?

Alternatively, what if every Singer (shadowsinger*, lightsinger, or any other type) was capable of the silent song, or had Made/Starborn powers in a way, and/or could be used as a "puppet" by the Cauldron or its master/maker? It would explain how Azriel's shadows could be used by someone else, maybe Koschei, thanks to the hypothetical living bond between the Cauldron and Made beings? So Nesta, Azriel (whose shadows are potentially Made, if not himself), Elain, Feyre, Amren, Miryam, Jurian, Gwyn and a whole lot of priestesses besides...

Too crazy? Probably, but that's why theorising is fun!

TOG SPOILERS BELOW

* Another theory I know I share with others, but at least @ladynightcourt3 and @psychologynerd, is that Azriel's shadows could be Valg. What if Valg have a living bond back to their respectful Valg King? If @fawnandshadows is correct that Koschei/death gods twisted the Cauldron, could this be how? Valg magic?

[ofbreathandflame]

Why do Rhysand stans always pretend to be Feyre stans? It's always a bit pathetic bc they're like "I'm Feyre first" and then you look on the blog and they've gotten at least three metas about "why I understand what Rhysand did😔" or they're like 'we know he was wrong but"

Why aren't y'all just honest about what you like? If you know you are going always prioritize Rhysand feelings and actions, even when they objectively clash with Feyre's why are yall so adamant on lying about it. These conversations would be so much more fruitful if people just admit they enjoy the bad boy more. This literally happened with Darkling and Alina and as soon as Alina was disentangled from Darklina y'all called her everything but a child of god😂

Y'all love for Feyre is conditional on her love for Rhys. Feyre is bbygirl as long as Feysand is the name of the game. Which is fine for personal preferences, but is a bit taxing when you feel obligated to care for a character you don't like outside the dynamic.

[endlesspoetsblog]

This is for feeling the alter world around you when you are struggling with the present. You can listen to it while reading if you like vocals (I prefer reading with instrumental but it’s u to your preference).

I use this when I do long walk, run, when I’m on my car and I think about life, esoterism and magic. I feel better knowing a lot of artist want to imprint the mystic on their music because I also think there’s something we cannot see that lies underneath.

Hope you enjoy 🔮💜

[bookishfeylin]

And not just that! Tamlin and Feyre bond over being the viewed as the expendable ones in their family! Not expendable, but definitely the least cared for because of their older siblings. And that’s another parallel for them! They both have older siblings who didn’t care for them.

The way they have so many parallels and are so clearly perfect for each other is just--

[divinemare]

✧*̥₊˚‧☆ﾐ 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘!¡ •ଓ.°

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ azrielxfem!oc

part twelve / final part

𓆝 𓆜 ––––———–––––———–┊⁀➷

Kallistrade was adjusting the belt of her trousers when they heard a nock on the door.

“Oh…fuck,” she cursed under her breath, she had totally forgotten about all the affairs she had that afternoon that she had completely missed.

She shot Azriel a glare that said “this is your fault.”

And the male responded with “you didn’t seem to mind the distraction at all a couple of minutes ago,” a low laugh and raised his eyebrows.

Kallistrade sighed, finishing to adjust her clothes in place. Before she could open the door, another nock sounded, and she cursed under her breath.

“Give me a fucking minute!” She urged the person at the other end, then opened her door with an exasperated grimace.

“Uh, hang the jib, Captain, one would think that that kind of sex would make you less moody,” Zena’s mischievous smile greeted her as soon as she opened the door, and her words, referring to her annoyed frown in what most called “pirate slang”, made her roll her eyes.

Kallistrade tried hard and failed not to smile. She looked behind the female then, where Elijah and Maddox were standing a safe distance, as if Zena had been the only one to dare nock on her door.

“What do you all want.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that whole…thing,” she said, eying the interior of the room, as if she could see past my office and into my room, where Azriel surely stood hearing everything. “Is solved, but, you’re needed outside. We tried to take care of as much things as we could. The only thing we did not manage was to appease that old rat of Ronald.”

Kallistrade sighed again, grabbing the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes for a second. She couldn’t get rid of the bastard now, could she?

She nodded, and asked the three of them to wait for her. They inclined their heads, and said nothing else as she closed the door and walked towards her bedchambers again.

“Problems?” Azriel asked as soon as the door was closed.

He was leaning against the door frame to her bedchamber, with his arms crossed over his bare chest, and his wings tugged behind him.

Mother’s tits…that male was absurdly hot.

“Nothing I can’t solve in 30 minutes,” she adverted her eyes from his defined torso and met his eyes, a sly smile on his beautiful lips indicated that he had caught her staring.

“You want me to go with you?”

Yes, she almost said. She wanted nothing more than to feel his presence beside her. She wanted him to meet the other side of her family, the other side of her life, but…

“I would love to, but I’m not sure if it’s the greatest idea for now, considering your territorial male side is at its maximum now, and there are more than a hundred males out there that would end up with their shit beaten up,” Azriel laughed the sound traveling through her whole body with a shiver. It was so rare; to see him that way, laughing, careless. Kallistrade couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it.

“You’re right,” he pushed himself off the door frame and walked towards her, his wings crawling on the ground, he cupped the sides of her face, then took them to the back of her neck and made circles with his thumbs on her skin. “How about you go do your super pirate stuff, and then when you’re done, we can talk about us. Deal?”

Kallistrade smiled. Us. It sounded fucking beautiful.

“Deal,” she got on the tips of her toes to kiss him goodbye, a long, deep kiss.

He tossed her her captain hat when she was opening the door. Zena laughed and whistled as soon as the door opened, and Maddox and Elijah backed away immediately from the view of the shadowsinger.

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She had returned half an hour later, like she had promised. Azriel was all dressed now, and a plate of food laid on her desk. Which, she noticed, was more cleaned that she had ever had it in the almost 200 years she’d been High Pirate Lady.

“I hope you don’t mind, but this place was a mess,” Azriel said, walking towards her giving her a greeting kiss.

“Damn it was,” Kallistrade laughed. “What is this?” She asked looking at the plate.

“I got Jazemin to bring some food over, considering you haven’t eaten anything other than cookies and rum.”

They sat down, first, while Kallistrade ate with a hunger she hadn’t stoped to feel before, the moment so…normal, it was a rare feeling, they both barely ever got to have “normal” moments, that it just made this one all the more important.

Then, after she was done, they agreed both wanted to get back to Velaris, mainly to give the official news to the Inner Circle, and finally hear Cassian’s “Fucking-finally!”.

Kallistrade knew things were about to get rather interesting, she had a life here she wasn’t planning on abandoning anytime soon, neither would she ever leave her duties as High Pirate Lady. Good day Skull Island was just two days away from Velaris. Either way, they had a lot work to do in their relationship, but they would make it work.

She knew they would.

It was talking to her crew that made her a little uneasy. She knew they were all happy for her, but this would me a major change in their life’s too, and she wouldn’t want them to have to travel every now and then to a city they wouldn’t wanna be in.

“So…is it forever?” Jazemin asked first as she walked with her, Maddox, Elijah and Zena. Azriel kept quiet beside her, his presence reassurance with every slight brush of his shadows against her.

“No! Of course not.”

Everyone had been so quiet she was starting to worry, but then Jazemin beamed an excited, wide smile and clapped her hands together. Surprising Kallistrade, who stoped walking to stare completely at the female.

“Oh, yay! I have been dying to go back to Velaris!”

“What? I-“” she didn’t even got to finish her sentence when Maddox cut in. Kallistrade knew him like no one in the world, so she was the only one to catch the slight shine in his eyes when he spoke.

“I’ll tell the crew,” she arched an eyebrow, looking at him with surprise.

She hadn’t known he had liked the city as well..

“You coming too, Maddox?”

“Well of course, Captain, how could I ever let you go anywhere alone?” She felt Azriel stiffen beside her, and she almost barked a laugh, sending him her exact thoughts anyways.

“Fae territorial bullshit.”

“Yeah, well, bare with me,” was everything he responded.

“Is there a reason why you seem so eager to go back?” She inquired, lifting an eyebrow.

“None more than my duty with you, Captain,” he bowed his head, surely in an attempt to hide his eyes, that he knew Kallistrade had already read.

“None at all?”

“None at all,” she suppressed a smirk, but nodded anyway. There was something he still didn’t tell her…or maybe someone, she could only wait until he felt like sharing that information with her, as they always did.

“Ok, then.”

“My Captain,” he bowed slightly, and then lifted his head to wink at Azriel.

Maddox had 100% choose his wording to specially taunt Azriel. And Kallistrade couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She muffled a laugh while she took Azriel’s arm to ground him with her touch, and looked at Maddox with an amused accusatory look.

“Ok, you come with me, you territorial male, and you, go tell the crew, see who what’s to come and who wants to stay, before I have to find another first mate.”

Maddox dipped his head again and smiled smugly, turning around to do Kallistrade’s bidding. While she took Azriel to the edge of the harbor, and ducked his head deep into the cold ocean water to cool down his temper

“Thank you, I really needed that,” Azriel breathed out, passing a hand through his wet hair.

“Yeah, I figured,” she laughed, and they stood up to her back to the others. Cassius had arrived, and Zena was talking to him with an excited grin on her face. “Just out of curiosity, how do you plan to stand a two days trip with a crew of males that are sworn to me?” Kallistrade arched a brow with a sly grin.

Oh, her poor little mate was about to get in for hell of a ride.

“I have a lot of things in mind for that,” his smile was full of lust while he pulled her from her waist towards him.

“Yeah, I’m sure of that,” she mimicked his smile, but pulled away just as he was about to kiss her with a teasing sway of her hips.

“Oh, Lis, I want to go please! I’ve never been to Prythian! Other than, you know, for war. Cassius wants to come too, but he figured it was wiser to stay three feet away until the waters are a bit more…calm,” Zena said with a playful smile, eying Azriel behind her.

“Very wise, indeed,” Kallistrade laughed, then nodded at her friend and Third. “Of course you can come, I’ll send a letter to Rhys telling him his city will be invaded by pirates soon.”

He did told her they were welcomed in Velaris anytime, so…

“Perfect! I’ll tell Cassius,” she beamed, her scar moving with the motion, and walked away towards the other male.

Kallistrade laughed, shaking her head. Oh, her life was about to give a big ass turn. And she would be lying if she said she was not fucking terrified of it.

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Kallistrade had sent Sylvie with a letter for Rhys before they departed, and the male had written back immediately telling her it was absolutely fine, and that he had the perfect place for all of them to stay already in mind.

So, two days later, the Bright Nightmare and the Shadowed Star sailed towards Velaris. Elijah and her Dark Dream stayed in Skull Island as they usually did, to take care of her place in her absence. Pirate Lords usually didn’t stay longer than a week in the island, going only to the mandatory monthly meetings of the Brethren. Other than that, they spent their days ruminating the seven seas.

That first night after departing Skull Island, Kallistrade waited until Azriel was asleep, or at least pretended to be asleep, since she knew very well the male rarely got any sleep, to go outside to stare at the night sky. She did it always before going to sleep, when everyone but the crow’s nest vigilante at shift was above deck, resting.

She would stay there for an hour or so, contemplating the stars in the dark blue sky with a heavy heart. Now, it was not a heavy heart that accompanied her evening, but a light feeling she had forgotten she was ever able to feel in all those centuries.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of wood and sea salt that had become so familiar, so calming to her. She loved the sea, every last bit of it. From its beautiful, magical waters to its darkest and more mysterious ones. But she also loved the night sky, the stars, the dreams that lived within them, what they meant for her, and all the stories that had been whispered to them.

They were both part of her; night and ocean, stars and tides.

“So, no potion tonight,” Kallistrade didn’t turn around when the familiar voice spoke behind her, only opened her eyes with a small, carefree smile spreading in her lips watching both sky and ocean above and beneath her.

“Yeah, no potion tonight,” she whispered to Jazemin, and saw from the corner of her eye the smile the female gave her before disappearing again.

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They had arrived to Velaris in exactly two days, and she had seen and heard Zena’s excitement coming from the Shadowed Star.

Mor and Cassian where there to greet them, the blonde female lounged to Kallistrade’s arms as soon as she stepped food on land.

“I’ve missed you!”

“It’s only been three weeks,” Kallistrade laughed, still hugging the female tightly.

“I know, but still!”

Then she had moved to let Cassian hug her as tightly as he had done the first time they were here. Breathing a “Fucking-finally!” That made Kallistrade laugh. And both then had cornered her, whispering with shit-eating grins on their faces.

“Tonight. Rita’s. You have a lot of explaining to do. We want to hear everything!”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Azriel said behind her, an amused eyebrow raised and his arms crossed over his chest.

His territorial instinct had worn off during the trip here, so Cassian knew it was safe to come close.

They told her Rhys and Feyre hadn’t been able to come, High Lord and Lady duties were keeping them constantly occupied after the war, but that they would be expecting them in the townhouse later to chat and have some lunch.

Kallistrade understood perfectly. For two weeks she had been deep in work herself, good thing pirates didn’t need much to get everything fixed up, and they all returned to the seas rather fast, spreading out of the territory that she cared about. Good thing pirates didn’t care about much in general, for that matter.

Rhys had gotten them an apartment building enough to fit everyone that accompanied her. Kallistrade noticed right away why he had chosen that place for them, it was a rather vintage place, with lots of windows that faced the port behind it, that just made it infinitely perfect for them, the sea view, the wood in witch its floors were built, even the old chandeliers and decorations made it feel like a pirate ship had been turned into a building, and she made a note to herself to thank him for the thought and care he had given the place.

They all had separated rather quickly; part of her crew had immediately gone to the taverns they already knew and had apparently loved in Velaris, Zena and Mor had met at their arrival, and well…they had gotten pretty well along rather fast, now Mor was showing her and Cassius the city, and the last thing Zena did before leaving with the other blonde was hugging Kallistrade tightly and saying.

“This city is beautiful, I’m gonna come visit you till you’re tired of me.”

Her words lingered in my mind for the rest of the afternoon, for some reason. They made me feel some kind of way. Strange, nervous, unfamiliar.

She tried to brush the feelings off, ignoring the tugging in her chest that left me taking several deep breaths to fill her lungs with air. But later that afternoon, it came back rather quickly with Jazemin’s comment.

“Oh, I saw the healers working just down the street! I could maybe go ask for a job,” Kallistrade turned around to look at Jazemin with a raised eyebrow, they were going to meet Mor and Zena and Cassius just down the street to go to the townhouse, but Jazemin’s comment brought her to a halt.

“A job? We’re not staying that long,” at her words, Azriel too raised an eyebrow.

“Are you not?”

“Well, am I?” She turned to face him, and her throat bobbed at her harsh swallow. “I’m not leaving my life as a pirate.”

Pirates, as terrible as they seemed to be, were part of her family, her life. She couldn’t leave the ocean behind as much as she couldn’t leave the Night Court.

“I would never ask you to, I love how that hat looks on you,” his smirk was mischievous, yet Kallistrade did not change her troubled expression.

“I have a really important job,” she didn’t want to stop being High Pirate Lady either, and feed up those shit eating males that were waiting for her to quit.

“I’m aware, and I’m really proud of how you put all those males in line, my wicked High Pirate Lady,” he brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and let his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him.

“I travel a lot,” at this point she was only looking for excuses to feed up her nervous thoughts.

“So do I,” he knew she couldn’t as only but making excuses, and he had a comeback for every an each of them.

“I…” She blew out a breath, and closed her eyes in defeat I ran out of excuses.”

“Finally,” Azriel laughed low, and his shadows traveled up her body in silent teases. “We’ll make it work, Lis, but there’s not one single chance I’ll let you go again.”

His words sent a shiver down her body, and Kallistrade couldn’t help but smile as he admired every inch of her face, leaving soft caresses on the skin of her jaw.

“Will you travel and live amongst pirates?”She said with a tease smile, and Azriel only drew closer.

“I will even start saying arrgh.”

Kallistrade couldn’t help but laugh at the word coming out of his mouth, it came so unnaturally funny for a male so serious as Azriel to be saying such silly things.

“We don’t say arrgh.”

Just as she said so, Maddox, who was behind her discussing something with Jazemin, muttered an “Arrgh.”

When she looked at Azriel, he had a shit-eating grin on his face that made her roll her eyes.

“Okey maybe we do. Sometimes,” he laughed in that low, rasped tone of his that made Kallistrade’s blood hot and her lower stomach tickling.

“From today till forever, Kallistrade.”

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and leaning her forehead against his, breathing in his scent. This was her life now. Him. Velaris. The ocean. All together, all she could have ever asked for, and never thought she would have.

So Kallistrade took a deep breath, convincing herself that she deserved this, she deserved some peace. She had lived 500 years with a raging internal war that had convinced her that the only way she could find peace and happiness was by killing and taking vengeance of the people that had ruined her life.

But now…looking at Azriel’s beautiful hazel eyes, in the streets of her favorite city in the world, with her ships at its bay and part of her crew and family ruminating its street…yeah, there was more to life that vengeance and blood and killing, there was happiness before him, but now there was happiness because of him, and she would cherish it until the Mother and Cauldron claimed her last breath.

“From today till forever, Azriel.”

[aphroditelovesu]

can I request Yandere platonic sisters Nesta Feyre and Elian from ACOTAR x gender, neutral headcons. Can I also request that later read it becomes High fae like his/her sisters, I don’t know how your decision by the cauldron, or you could write that Feyre and reader had to do the trials and died, and the high Lords resurrected reader from the dead. I feel like that would be interesting or another thing that could be interesting is what is reader was thrown in the cauldron and got a super power like rewriting reality like chaos magic like Wanda Nesta with her death magic and reader with his/her chaos magic.❤️❤️❤️❤️ good luck with you exams 😊🫂

❝ 🔥 — lady l: I kind of ended up not doing the powers part otherwise it would have been too long, at least in that part. But if you want to ask for a second part, feel free to ask! Hope you like it, anon! ❤️🥰

❝🌹tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, unhealthy platonic relationships, jealousy, forced transformation.

❝ ⭐pairing: yandere platonic!archeron's sister's x gn!reader, yandere!nesta archeron x gn!reader, yandere!elain archeron x gn!reader and yandere!feyre archeron x gn!reader.

From the beginning it was always you and them. Your family was close to the Archeron's when they were still rich, your parents had common interests and you grew up together with Nesta, Elain and Feyre. Always close and always attached, even after the death of the matriarch and the loss of the family's money and status.

Your parents distanced themselves, as did most of those people who called themselves friends, from the Archeron's after the loss of their fortune, but not you. You always stuck with them and even after several warnings from your family, you never abandoned them. Not even when your family kicked you out of the house, tired of your deplorable attitude by their standards.

That's how you ended up living with the Archeron's in the small cottage, that was the trigger for the beginning of their obsession.

Nesta was the closest sister to you while you were growing up, you were similar in age so you were always close. She adored you, even if she didn't always show it, but you knew she liked you. Her insults were never directed at you and she always protected you if someone said something about you.

She is very protective of you, bordering on possessive. Nesta only wants the best for you, she can't fail you, she needs it. She need's you. You are the only person she truly allows herself to be vulnerable to and the only person who truly understands her, who doesn't see her as a monster. Nesta knows she cannot lose you, not like she lost her fortune and her mother.

Elain had always been so sweet and graceful, her smiles could charm anyone and she knew how to charm you. Fragile and sometimes naive, Elain counts on you for everything. To be protected and loved. She has developed a strong emotional dependence on you and can no longer be without you.

She knows how to manipulate you in a subtle way, with a sweet smile, a soft look and full of tears. Elain always gets your attention. She wants to be the most loved by you, your favorite and she doesn't like sharing your attention. You were hers, her friend, someone she held dear, and she couldn't lose you. You wouldn't leave her, Elain would make sure of that.

Feyre became very attached to you and dependent, almost seeing you as a father/mother figure, due to the way you took care of her and her family. You and her were always together, you helped her hunt when you could to keep you and them fed, but you also helped with whatever you could. Feyre was very grateful for that.

She grew up being dependent on you, sharing a close bond with you, and always needing your affirmation. Feyre values ​​your acceptance, your love and your compliments, secretly bragging about them. She is quite possessive of your attention and would often take you with her just so you can be with her.

They were always fighting with each other for your affection and approval and you often had to break up the fight before it got worse. This continued for a long time, until the day Feyre killed the wolf in the forest and all of your lives changed. Feyre was taken by a fae to Prythian and you were left helpless, unable to help her. Feyre's heart hurt so much when she was forced to leave you, that she cried in your arms. Nesta and Elain watched everything with skepticism and concern.

The next time you met Feyre was after she was sent back to her family by Tamlin. Your condition had improved and your status had returned thanks to the High Lord, but you missed her. You and Nesta tried to cross the Wall to look for her but were unsuccessful.

As soon as Feyre returned home, you held each other for what seemed like hours. She looked healthier and more alive, just like all of you. Elain hadn't realized that Feyre had been taken to Prythian, bewitched, but you and Nesta had. You noticed and for the time you were together, it was just like old times.

Until Feyre decided to return to Prythian, in love with the High Lord and she tried to convince you to go with her. Nesta protested vehemently, accusing her sister of wanting to put you in danger. Elain didn't understand everything, but she didn't want you to go and although you didn't want to leave Feyre helpless, you were convinced to stay on Nesta and Elain's account. Feyre was hurt but understood and decided to venture out for herself. She swore she'd come back for you, though.

You, Nesta, and Elain stayed together for the next few months, just the three of you and although there were still occasional fights between the two, everything was fine. You lived well and comfortably, with plenty of food and you didn't need to freeze from the cold. You hadn't heard from Feyre until the day she came back, completely different.

She was no longer human, but a High Fae, and you were shocked when you heard her story. Your heart sank when you found out what had happened to her, for everything she had been through and you blamed yourself for not having been there to help her. Feyre hugged you and told you it wasn't your fault.

She needed help and you met the Illyrians, not being as afraid as Nesta and Elain, but you protected them anyway. Nesta didn't want them near you and Elain, while Elain was scared and clung to you as if you could protect her if they wanted to attack her. Fortunately, you reached an agreement and everything was resolved.

Until the day Hybern broke into your house and took you all there. Elain was crying and Nesta was grunting with hate and you were so scared. Feyre's heart stopped when she saw the three of you trapped, so human and so defenseless against Hybern's soldiers, and even more so when you were thrown into the Cauldron.

You and Nesta screamed in hatred as Elain was thrown in and came out as one High Fae, Nesta the next and you cried as you saw your sisters so helpless. You were next and you tried to fight, but it was in vain and all you remembered was the cold, black water of the Cauldron stealing your humanity.

When Feyre and Nesta saw you coming out of the Cauldron, now a High Fae and broken, they knew they were going to destroy the whole place. Elain clung to you, crying in your arms and you held her, your heart aching and your mind numb. Nesta and Feyre were furious.

They wouldn't let you get hurt again. Feyre swore, Nesta made a death promise, and even sweet Elain would kill the King of Hybern for it. For ruining your lives, for hurting you. No one hurt you and got away with it, not even him.

[shallyne]

😏

[throneofsapphics]

someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Feysand x f!Reader

Summary: Angst-tober Day 12, “You can run, we’ll find you every time.” with Feysand 

Warnings: toxic relationships, mentions of kidnapping, murder, dark feysand, torture? sort of, dubcon, dark feysand, smut-ish, minors dni!

A/N: sooo I accidentally posted it this morning, but I've re-edited it now!

kink/angst-tober masterlist

“You can run, we’ll find you every time.” A shiver ran down your spine. Not necessarily the words themselves, but how he said it - as if it were something normal. His mild tone and the small quirk of lips told you he thought running away was just a hobby of yours, just a way to tease them. Like you didn’t crave your freedom with every inch of your being, like the siren call of the outside world wasn’t your entire focus, day in and out. 

There was nothing you could hide from him, any walls you built up were torn down without a second thought. You could only run because he let you. He desired the chase, the hunt, and eventually the capture. Once, you made it beyond the borders of Prythian, fleeing for the continent. When he discovered the village hiding you, he made you watch as they slaughtered every last adult who helped. From the sweet older female who gave you a job, to your landlord, and to the few friends you’d made over the months you settled there. 

The early fall winds whipped brutally against your cheeks as you sprinted, pushing your Fae body to the absolute limits. A small pack tugged at your shoulders uncomfortably, but there wasn’t time to fix that, not now. You finally broke the city wards with relief flushing your entire being. Made it. You were free, free from Velaris. But, you knew you weren’t out of danger yet. As long as you stayed in the Night Court it would be much easier for them to find you. So, you found yourself on the continent. 

The freedom lasted six months before she came. 

“Rhys fetched you last time, it was my turn.” She said, leaning against your doorway. You wished you could winnow, you could do something to escape, but Cauldron boil you, you were trapped. The only way out would be to overpower her and there’s no chance you could do that. “But - he insisted on coming this time. “He’s making an example of your friends,” she said with a bitter tone.

“Please,” your voice was hoarse, “please don’t.” and you fell to your knees, prepared to beg for their lives. 

“None of that,” she tutted. “It will only make it worse for them.” 

A broken cry left your lips as she curled her fingers in. 

Helpless against them and subject to their whims and moods. Maybe … maybe if you didn’t give them what they wanted, and stayed perfectly in place, they would tire of you and throw you out eventually. 

“Not happening,” that voice, as cold and cool as night, swept its way into your mind. “I promised you eternity and you already know I keep my promises.” His presence left as soon as it came, a claw stroking down the inside of your mind. 

At least you weren’t foolish enough to bargain away your life to them. Those first few years, filled with a haze of love and lust, of gratitude from the difficult life they tugged you out of, those were the best years of your life. Joy and hope for the future you began to build with them, before they slowly dismantled it. Brick by brick, they tore you back down to rubble and tried to build you up again in their image. 

You could only take satisfaction in how they were failing miserably at that. They had underestimated your stubbornness and your desire for independence. How could someone go from love to loathing in such a short period of time? You knew one truth, someone who loves you wouldn’t do this. It's an obsession, a facsimile of love, no matter what they told you or how much they professed. Even if you did love them back, in some sick and twisted way, it was inconsequential. 

When you got the chance to leave, it wouldn't be a planned or thought out occasion, you would have to act impulsively and take a chance if it ever came up. 

Feyre swept into the room, her dress fluttering behind her. She was beautiful, in every sense of the word, and you tore your eyes away from her as she approached you. She tilted your chin up and pressed a kiss to your forehead with a soft smile on her face. 

“How’s my favorite person?” She asked, sitting next to you and tugging you into her side. You urged your body to stay stiff, but inevitably you melted into her. 

“I’m hurt,” Rhys gasped, pressing a hand against his chest. They were in a small argument right now, and whenever that happened you tended to get tugged into the middle as a buffer. You hated it. 

“I didn’t ask you.” She snipped, and turned to you again. “How are you, love?” 

You despised how your pulse fluttered when she called you that. 

“Y/n’s having traitorous thoughts,” Rhys said with a cruel smirk. A half-hearted snarl left your lips, your eyes narrowed at the High Lord. 

“Really?” Feyre ran one hand down your arm, before settling on your hip and giving a bruising squeeze, her nails digging in the soft skin. “You know leaving again would be a stupid decision.” 

You didn’t reply. You’d made many ‘stupid’ decisions over the years, there’s no need to change now. 

“You’re smarter than that.” She said when you didn’t answer her. You yelped as she pinched your hip. “Aren’t you?” 

“No.” 

“At least you’re honest,” she sighed and you felt her magic reaching out, pushing and testing all of the new wards surrounding the house. 

“Not that I could get away with lying,” your fists clenched, tugging the fabric on your pants to keep yourself calm. 

“I suppose you couldn’t, not anymore.” 

Not anymore. Not since they dragged you back here. 

Rhys tossed you in a chair, and threads of his magic wrapped around your arms - binding your entire body to the chair and rendering you immobile. At his mercy. You knew what was coming next, and tried to wiggle out of them anyways. “This is going to hurt, darling.” 

“I thought you could make it painless,” you panted, your chest heaving, sobs lingering under your skin. 

“Oh I could,” he traced your cheekbone, one hand holding your jaw when you turned your head away from him. He crouched so he was at eye-level with you. His eyes were black as the night sky - no hint of violet or playfulness in them. Cold. “But I want you to remember this, Darling. Consider it a lesson.” 

“I - I will, I promise. Please.” You hated that you were reduced to begging already, but … this was a kind of pain beyond measure for you and knowing Rhys could choose exactly how much pain to inflict. It kicked in your sense of self preservation. 

He hummed, rubbing his hand over his jaw as if he was contemplating it. “No. I quite like your screams.” 

Tears leaked from your eyes, streaming down your face. As he began, your screams filled the entire room. Layer by layer, your mind was torn apart - not even a shred of a wall or barrier left behind. He left memories of your old life behind, but you didn’t think he was doing it from the kindness of his heart. In a sick way, he wanted you to remember how bad it was.

A small tap on your cheek brought you back to the present. You blinked heavily, finding Feyre looking at you - head tilted, blue-gray eyes searing into you. Teeth tugged into your bottom lip, and her eyes tracked them, pupils blowing. Betraying you, your body reacted to her slightest movement, the caress of her hand on her neck. Feyre noticed it, with no small amount of satisfaction, and grasped your hips, tugging you so you straddled her lap. 

Soft. Her touches were so damned soft, running up and down your sides, thumbs ghosting over your breasts. 

“You don’t need to pretend,” she murmured.

“Pretend what?” you snapped, ignoring the sharp look she pinned you with. 

“That you don’t like this.” 

“I don’t.” You protested, trying to wiggle away. Feyre’s hands tightened on your hips and Rhys snorted behind you.

“Liar,” he purred, his voice echoing through your mind. 

Rhys sent an image; 

You were sprawled on your bed, Feyre’s head between your legs, Rhys propped behind you, his hand on your chin - directing your attention to the mirror across from the bed, “Watch Feyre make you come, darling.” You squirmed, hips keening into Feyre, her tongue flicking against your clit, screaming as you -

“Stop,” you tried to shout at him, but the scene played out - you were helpless to stop it. The pleasure ran through your body, feeling it almost as if it was happening to you now. 

Before you could shout again, you reeled back into the present - Feyre smirking at you, her hand caressing your side now. Rhys’s edged chuckle came from behind you, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. 

[positivelyruined]

Sleeping with Ghosts

Tamlin Sinclair is a rising star in the indie music industry. He’s well on his way to fame, after having two Billboard Top 100 hits from his new album, Sleeping With Ghosts. Something almost no one knows is — he hates the spotlight. If he could, he would get the hell out of New York City and never look back. But, his parents keep him here. His father is a strung-out alcoholic who still haunts his footsteps and his mother is barely clinging to reality anymore. His only solace is the one night a week that he gets to play in a small underground bar and lose himself to the music that made him who he is. A shattered heart won’t end him, because he can still wear it on his sleeve. That’s enough — isn’t it?

Fey Archer can do this. That’s what Feyre Archeron tells herself everytime she looks in the mirror. That’s a lot — considering she works as a model, living the high life of a New York socialite. Everywhere she goes, everyone knows her name; but she didn’t choose this. If it weren’t for supporting her sisters, Feyre would have disappeared years ago. Her latest problem is no ghost, but he certainly haunts her. Her relationship with Rhys Sanders started as a publicity stunt, but now it’s a personal circus she can’t escape. The best thing she can do is try to hide the bruises and wait for the day that her temporary escape into the world of Sleeping With Ghosts will be real.

They meet in that underground bar long after his last show is over. Is this fate, or will they both linger in orbit until gravity pulls them away? Only time will tell.

[fox-in-flowers]

Anybody want an evil Rhysand vibes song? Check out the song Lucy Meets Hyde from the Jekyl and Hyde musical.

https://open.spotify.com/track/2EsDZBYG5jnAC0l6s80aLh?si=cMI0_SFBS--z-1Cagqm2AA

I am the man fate has decreed

Destined to be all that you need

I can give you everything you desire

You can give me all I need

Like, tell me that's not Rhysand talking to Feyre if SJM had actually let him be morally gray instead of making everything he did magically the bestest and goodest decision. And there's another line later:

Like it or not, you'll never be alone

After tonight, you'll never be alone.

Like, it fits him so well with his daemati abilities and how Feyre is never actually alone, even within her own head.

[fantasyandshit]

The third part of The light and the dark should be out tonight! Thank you guys so much for all the support and love!

[theweeklydiscourse]

Now that I’ve escaped the labyrinth of coursework and essays (for now) maybe I’ll finally have the time to write a bit about the (mis)use of feminist rhetoric in the ACOTAR series. It’s something that’s been on my mind for a while and I’ve always been bothered by how the series goes out of its way to apply a shallow understanding of feminist concepts to justify the existence of its dark romance scenes.