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Aaw, this was so cute! Perfect for them, I love it!. 🥰

Crying in the IKEA parking lot

a feysand modern au one shot written for @officialfeysandweek2023

Feyre is having an emotional breakdown in the IKEA parking lot, but luckily a handsome stranger comes to her rescue

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Feyre had experienced many low points in her twenty-two years, but crying in the parking lot of IKEA had to be one of the lowest.

To be fair, she was having a pretty shit day, a shit year, even, but that didn’t make her feel any better as she stared at the scratch on the shiny, expensive-looking car parked next to hers.

A scratch that was one hundred percent her fault.

She let out a pathetic sob as her mind replayed the moment when she’d been too busy cursing at the furniture she couldn’t fit in her trunk to notice that her cart was rolling away from her, straight into the other car.

There was no way she could afford to pay for the repair, especially not now, when she’d just spent the little money she had on a dining table and a single chair for her mostly empty apartment.

Feyre gave the package still sitting on the ground a kick in frustration. «Fucking useless piece of shit!»

«Are you okay? Do you perhaps need any help with that…?»

The voice startled her, and Feyre whirled around, suddenly facing the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He looked at her with a mix of concern and curiosity, his eyes so blue they almost seemed violet.

«I’m fine,» Feyre answered a little too quickly, plastering on a fake smile and pretending her face wasn’t all puffy and red. She’d gotten so used to telling this lie lately, it came on autopilot.

Unfortunately, the stranger wasn’t a complete idiot, and didn’t buy her lie. The few tears still running down her cheeks probably didn’t help either. «So crying in the middle of a parking lot is just something you do for fun?» The question was accompanied by a perfectly raised eyebrow. 

Smile dropping, Feyre replied, «No, it’s just-»

And that’s all it took for the floodgates to open once more. 

«I’ve had a really shitty time lately, and I just needed to get a table because I don’t wanna eat every meal sitting on the floor for the rest of my life, but then I came out here and I can’t get the fucking box in my car and then I accidentally scratched the car next to mine and I know I should be the better person here and leave a note but there is no way I can afford to pay for it to be repaired!» She was full-on sobbing again, choking out the words. 

When she’d managed to calm down a little, the crying reduced to sniffling, she looked up, surprised to find that the man still stood there. Feyre had expected her little mental breakdown to scare away the stranger, he’d only asked if she needed help, after all, but there he was, offering her a soft smile and a tissue. «So a really shitty day then?»

«Yeah,» Feyre replied weakly, wiping her tears.

«I wouldn’t worry too much about the car, though.»

«Why?» 

He smirked, and it made Feyre want to kiss his handsome face and punch it at the same time. She really should see a therapist or something. «Because if they can afford a car like that, the asshole can probably afford a repair as well.»

This time, when Feyre smiled, it was real. It felt good, after all this time.

«So, did you need any help?» the guy asked, gesturing towards the package still on the ground.

Feyre had barely nodded before he strode over, and in a single, seemingly effortless move lifted it into her car. It annoyed her to no end, but she was also grateful, because it meant she could get out of here and forget this completely mortifying experience ever happened.

«Thanks, uhm…» She didn’t even know his name, she realized.

«Rhysand, though my friends call me Rhys,» he offered, grinning.

His name was Rhys, and he had dimples. How was it possible to be this attractive?

«I’m Feyre,» she replied, completely cool, calm and collected…probably.

«Well, it was nice meeting you, Feyre, darling. I have to go and brave the hell that is IKEA to get something for my stupid cousin, but I hope the rest of your day is better!»

Feyre actually chuckled this time, giving him a wave and a «Good luck!» as he walked away. She watched him in a totally non-creepy way until he’d fully disappeared into the large store, relishing the way she felt kinda good right now. One encounter with a kind human didn’t fix all her problems, but it gave her back some of the faith she’d lost in humanity long ago.

Still smiling, Feyre got into the driver’s seat, but she didn’t start the car. Instead, her attention was pulled to the passenger seat, and the abandoned sketchbook that’d been lying there for months now.

She sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden urge to draw again. The familiar itching in her hands could have brought her to tears if she’d had any left. Maybe she actually could feel like herself again, someday in the future…

Glancing at the car next to hers, Feyre contemplated her choices. There was no way she could afford the repair bill, but no matter how she thought about it, the only right thing to do was choose kindness. What if the rich asshole was having an equally shit day?

That didn’t mean Feyre couldn’t make them feel as sorry for her as possible, though. Maybe if they knew what a mess she was, it would get her out of paying.

So she rummaged around in her car until she found a pencil, then she picked up her sketchbook and started drawing for the first time in months.

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Feyre groaned for what had to be the hundredth time as she struggled to assemble the table. Wasn’t this supposed to be easy?!

She knew she should just go to bed and try again in the morning, but she wanted to do this, wanted to show the universe she could manage on her own.

Who knew leaving your abusive ex when you had no job, no education, no friends and no contact with your family would be so difficult?

Just when Feyre was about to give up, her phone suddenly chimed, alerting her of a new text.

Anxiously, she picked up the phone, her stomach flipping as she read the text from an unknown number.

Is this Feyre Archeron?

It had to be the owner of the car, Feyre thought. After all, she’d ended up leaving a rather creative note describing what had happened, signed with her full name and number.

The note had consisted of eight comic panels, first showing an overly animated Feyre looking miserable in her empty apartment, then her looking miserable in IKEA, her emptying her pockets at the register, then swearing as she tries to get the package into her car. Next featured a few panels very dramatically portraying how the cart had rolled into the car completely on it’s own, ending with Feyre drowning all of IKEA in her tears.

To be honest, she was kind of proud of it.

Chewing her lip, Feyre typed back a simple «Yes».

Mere seconds later, it started ringing, that same number appearing on the screen. She nearly dropped it in panic, and honestly wanted to just chuck it out the window. She did not want to buy a new phone though, especially not if she had to spend thousands on repairing an ugly-ass car that wasn’t even hers.

Hands shaking, she pressed reply, bringing the phone to her ear. «Hello?»

«That comic is the best thing I’ve ever seen. I’m seriously gonna frame it and hang it on my wall.»

Feyre’s heart promptly stopped as she heard the deep, silky voice. She would recognize it anywhere, if only from the things it did to her body.

«Rhys?!» she choked out.

«I told you to not worry about the car.» She could hear the smirk in his voice, and for some reason it filled her with rage.

«That was your car?! Why the hell didn’t you say so? I made a complete fool of myself in front of you-»

«No you didn’t,» Rhys interrupted her. «And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to stress you out even more. I’m sorry if that was wrong of me.»

Well, that was awfully…charming of him. Feyre didn’t know what to do with all these feelings swirling inside her. Especially not after living on autopilot for so long.

«Just tell me how much I owe you,» Feyre sighed. 

«How about you let me help you build that furniture, and we’ll call it even?»

«What? That’s ridiculous!» There had to be something seriously wrong with this guy, if he thought getting to help her with her furniture would make them even.

«Text me your address, and I’ll be there in thirty. With pizza.» 

And then he just hung up.

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Exactly thirty minutes later, Feyre opened her front door to find Rhys on the other side, pizza in hand and a panty-dropping smile on his face. «Hello, Feyre, darling.»

«Ugh, just get in.» She was too hungry to bother with pleasantries. 

He followed her into the kitchen area, setting the pizza on the counter. Feyre busied herself with getting a glass of water, trying to not let her embarrassment show as he took in the space. She really hadn’t been kidding when she’d said it was all empty.

Well, apart from the still-not-assembled table.

When she looked up, though, he was looking at her, not the empty space. 

«Just so we’re clear, I have no ulterior motives in doing this,» Rhys spoke, all serious. His gaze so intense she couldn’t look away.

«I’m not gonna deny that I find you very attractive, and I would love to take you on a date some day, but right now, what I think we both need the most, is a friend.» 

Her chest ached at the pain she glimpsed in his violet eyes, a fellow lost soul. Maybe he was just as lonely, just as broken, despite the easy smiles? Feyre smiled faintly, thinking that she wouldn’t mind a friend right now.

Then Rhys opened his mouth again, and the moment was ruined. «And we both know you find me incredibly handsome because duh,» he gestured to his face, and Feyre scowled, flipping him off.

«Are you even qualified to build furniture?» Feyre asked, all serious. If he turned out to be excellent at this she would lose it.

«Are you kidding me? My great-great-grandfather was Swedish. I’ll show you my family tree to prove it.»

«You’re such a prick!» Feyre exclaimed, smacking his arm, but she was laughing as she did it.

This was gonna end in disaster.

-

«You’re even worse at this than I am!»

«I swear, there has to be something wrong with this table!»

The puzzled expression on Rhys’ face as he sat with the final leg of the table in his hand and seemingly no where to put it made Feyre laugh so hard her stomach hurt a little.

They hadn’t gotten much further from where Feyre had been before Rhys showed up to help her.

«I don’t understand…There are four legs, and four corners, so why won’t it fit?!» 

«Let me have a look,» Feyre chuckled, leaning into Rhys’ space to study the instructions once more.

As she reached forward to turn back a page, her hand brushed against his, and she let out a quiet gasp at the contact. He was so close she could feel the warmth emanating from him. 

Neither of them moved for a moment, the tension between them nearly tangible. 

Then Feyre turned her head, slowly, finding his eyes already locked on her, his gaze intense. It would be so easy to just lean in and kiss him, taste him.

Surprisingly, a part of her wanted to. Feyre knew she could be oblivious, but one had to be a complete idiot to not feel the chemistry between them, the spark that had been there from the very first moment.

Her life was too much of a mess at the moment, though. She needed to get her head above water first, needed more time to heal the wounds from her previous disaster of a relationship.

So Feyre pulled away, swiftly ending the moment. She could sense a shift in Rhys as well, but where she’d expected disappointment, maybe even annoyance, she only found a quiet, patient calm, the soft smile on his face telling her he understood, and he was willing to wait, but if she one day was ready, he would be there.

«I may have lied when I said I was a pro at this…»

«I knew it!»

Feyre gave Rhys a smile of her own, so grateful that he didn’t make things awkward after her subtle rejection. She hoped he could see the words she couldn’t voice quite yet.

I want to, I really do, but I’m not ready.

I haven’t had this much fun in ages.

You’ve made me feel alive again.

Having him as her friend would have to be enough.

For now.

A/N: don't ask about the header i was feeling creative today...

ANYWAY I have returned from the dead (I just started college) to give you this:):) I also actually had a beta reader this time, so kudos to my roommate! I'm sorry for making you read this and watch glee with me at the same time<3<3<3 Feel free to reblog, leave a comment or drop by my ask box, I love attention:)

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We did our best to keep track of all of the tumblr contributions below, but if we missed anyone or made any mistakes please assume best intentions and kindly reach out to one of our mods! ✨

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📝Fics, drabbles, and poetry:

Within a Mountain Dark by @whisperingmidnights

Now That It's Done by @secret-third-thing

double vision by @throneofsapphics

The darker the fruit, the sweeter by @lady-bluebird-luv

Safe in your arms by @legionofshaza

The Archer's Paradox by @zencetera

Out of the Woods (3/3) by @rosanna-writer

birds of a feather (we should stick together) by @belabellissima

Our Girl by @starfall-spirit

Fitting in a Piece of Art by @deaiquiri

🎨Art:

Regency Feysand by Millyillus by @popjunkie42

Feysandweek Day Seven - Prick the Cat by @shallyne

Home so soon? By @whatishowedyouinthedark

Feysand Halloween by @climbthemountain2020

Feysandweek Day 7: AU by @colorlesschristmastree

Guilty As Sin Fanart by @the-lonelybarricade

The Other Side Of The Apocalypse Fanart by @the-lonelybarricade

Mermaid Feysand by @shallyne

Amber Skies Fanart by @velidewrites

Alien AU by @shallyne

Artwork by sam.rosariio by @popjunkie42

Treasure Hunter Feyre x Mafioso Rhys by @shallyne

Baulder’s Gate 3 Feysand commissioned by @separatist-apologist from artist @velidewrites

🎶Misc:

FeysandWeek Moodboards by @littlest-w01f

We Can Learn to Love Again by @romanticatheartt

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[romanticatheartt]

Thank you @edreavie for that tag JDKDKFKG

If my pfp and header wasn't indication enough:

💫 I identify as Feysand 💫

[nikethestatue]

I wouldnt mind a redemption arc for Tamlin but the way his stans hold him up on a pedestal is so weird. They make excuses for his abusive actions, usually by saying Rhys was worse, and even go so far as to say he deserved better than Feyre. I get liking a complex or even morally fucked up character, but diminishing the bad things they’ve done just seems takes away from the character and puts a bad message out there, especially from the same people saying that we shouldn’t gloss over Rhys’ abuse. So why do they insist on glossing over Tamlin’s?

Now they’ve gone so far as to ship him with a baby; even aged up it’s weird because he is Nyx’s mom’s abusive ex?? I know this is probably the elaingate people just being weirdos again but it’s crazy that they’re so shocked by the backlash. Of course people think it’s weird. Their header art is literally Nyx as a baby making heart eyes at a grown man. Ship and let ship and all, but maybe don’t put a baby and a grown man as the first thing people see when they see your ship week and you won’t get people being so icked out by it.

I think from my POV, I absolutely don't mind people liking gray, or even pitch black characters. That's cool. I like some characters that I awful.

However, the need in this fandom to 'purify' them and claim that they've done nothing wrong ever is so weird and unnecessary. It's like, their fans can't come to terms with liking these characters, and therefore, they need to make them 'nice' and absolve them of all their sins because it makes them feel better?

And having justified them in their minds, they start this weird shipping game, where they start shipping them with truly nice, sometimes innocent characters. Because why not? If, in their minds, Tamlin, for example, is perfect and is a victim, if Lucien is perfect and is a victim, if Eris is perfect and is a victim, why couldn't they be paired with Elain or Nyx or an unborn Feysand baby or whatever.

I say, own that you love a douchebag. That's fine. But don't bleat about trauma, and redemption arcs and unfairness and whatever else. It doesn't matter. Be cool and confident with loving a dirtbag. And expect that you others wont agree with you and will argue with you. You need to be prepared for the backlash, instead of whining and crying about 'gatekeeping' and all that.

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Framing this right here just in case you come back and try to delete your comment. I made a relevant joke about a character that I love despite all his flaws. . . Like. . . It's a joke, not a dick, you don't need to take it so hard. . . Also, calling me a bitch so openly is honestly crazy work.

Y'all are getting too comfortable being disrespectful on the internet. I don't have any classes today, so I have TIME

Saying this over the Glen Powell Superbowl post I made, saying that that's how I saw Tamlin now, is crazy. I literally wasn't hating, but that's chill.

I also have a massive Tamlin fic in the works, which everyone in the acotar writing chat has seen the header and title for. So, explain it to me like I'm five, WHY I'd be taking my time working on a fic for a character I'm 'hating' on????

Let me answer for you: I wouldn't be. I don't write for characters I don't like, even if I'm requested to (which I have been, multiple times)

ALSOOO, what we DON'T do on my blog is slander Rhys, Cass, or Az.

K? Thanks!

Though I guess it makes sense since you're a Feysand hate page 🤣

[acourtofthought]

Hi!! Hru? I have a question. Someone just shared some picture that sjm had pinned in her Pinterest board that could be a reference for Elucien. We also know she had some pins that might be referring to gwyn and how her story might be the little mermaid retelling. I was wondering if she had any pins on her board that referred to E/riel?

Bc she's never talked about them once and it's sos for E/riels lol and I heard sjm even called their relationship platonic or siblings kinda thing (even tho I don't have the evidence for that I just heard multiple times) and honestly that's how I feel about E/riel every time I read their scenes in the books.

Man, it would be the highlight of my month if someone was ever able to produce evidence of SJM saying E/riel were like siblings 😂 I've heard that from a few different sources but no one has ever been able to provide the receipts so I'll just have to accept it as a possible tall tale. But what an excellent tale it is. SJM may have had E/riel tags up however (and feel free to correct me if I'm wrong), but I don't know that it was ever tagged under the header of Elain and Az. The problem with possible Elain and Az tags is that they look a whole lot like Feyre and Rhys. People like to claim them as E/riel because some depict the female with flowers in her hair but the problem with that is Feyre was once referred to as a bride of spring and Feysand was a Hades / Persephone retelling. So those pins have just as much a chance of being Feyre and Rhys. But even if there was proof that a tag was Elaina and Az, when it comes to SJMs pins, that still isn't proof of anything. She had a pin under the tag of Mor / Az where a male and female were holding one another in a tight embrace. Does that mean a Moriel endgame is a certainty? (Probably not give Mor's preference). And for any possible E/riel tags (which could again also be Feysand tags), there are an equal amount of Elucien looking tags (which are less likely to be Feyre / Lucien tags considering the nudity that exists in one of them 😂) Also, there were quite a good deal of possible Gwynriel tags so wouldn't that trump E/riel tags as Gwyn was introduced after the possibility of Elain and Az? Meaning SJM knew E/riel wasn't going to amount to anything?

But really, I don't think her Pinterests boards were ever a guarantee of anything, they could have simply been inspiration for any relationships that existed between the characters (friend or romantic).

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Thank you to everyone who participated in Day 3 of Feysand Week!

We did our best to keep track of all of the tumblr contributions below, but if we missed anyone or made any mistakes please assume best intentions and kindly reach out to one of our mods! ✨

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📝Fics, drabbles, and poetry:

Letters Never Sent, Letter III by @starfall-spirit

Resurrect Me by @popjunkie42

Feysandweek Day Three by @shallyne

Dreamers among stars by @legionofshaza

am I bad, or mad, or wise? by @baenakinskywalker

shaking, pacing (I just need you) by @rosanna-writer

🎨Art:

the dreams that are answered by @moonpatroclus

Music of the Night fanart by @separatist-apologist

Feysand Appreciation Week by @climbthemountain2020

Feyre's first appearance by @shallyne

To the stars who listen by @artedeabs

🎶Misc:

FeysandWeek Moodboard by @littlest-w01f

Dreamers Moodboard | Feysand Appreciation Week by @shadowsingercassia

Incorrect Quote by @shallyne

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