“We had contests to see who could write the dirtiest limericks while I was living with my father’s war-band by the border. I don’t particularly enjoy losing, so I took it upon myself to become good at them.”
"That is the problem. If she wanted to dance I would let her wreck the furniture. If she wanted to cook I would let her burn down the house. And if she wanted to scream I would let her deafen me. I’ve never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us."
Hate Me Instead 🌶️ - Rhysand and Feyre both struggle with her first visit to the Night Court in this alternative version to early events in ACOMAF. What if Rhysand had stuck around for more for lessons and both of them were making rather poor decisions? From Rhys's POV.
Eureka - A one-off where Rhysand finds something exciting in one of his dusty old books, and goes on a late-night research tear, much to Feyre's amusement. Nerdy Rhys wears glasses.
Books and Wings - A very fluffy sweet one-off where Feyre goes to the library in the House of Wind to ask Nesta for a book recommendation. Post ACOSF, the sisters work to build their healing relationship.
Present - Written for Feysand Week 2023. Feyre and Rhys have fallen into a comfortable pattern of training, bantering, and living life on the precipice of war and uncertainty. Rhys tries to enjoy their newfound domesticity while moving between the past, present and future.
One for My Baby, One for the Road - Five nights Feyre lost to the faerie wine Under the Mountain.
Enchanted, Enthralled 🌶️ - Vampire!Feyre is unleashed upon an unsuspecting Rhysand
Blossoming in Winter - (ongoing) A first Hybern war AU inspired by the story of Faramir and Eowyn in Lord of the Rings. Written for the ACOTAR 2023 Gift Exchange for @witchlingsandwyverns
ACOTAR Poetry
Under The Mountain
Thorns
Huntress I
Calanmai
Knight Errant
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An excerpt from the journal of Tamlin, filled with his poems-
-I spent countless hours walking my grounds, day in and day out, I saw the flowers and the trees, the bees and the sun.
And they all reflected my soul back to me. But now as I walk with you, your battle torn hand in my own, I find that the flowers have begun to sing and the tree’s roots dance beneath the soil, the sun seems to glitter in the sky and the bees produce more than twice their usual load of honey.
I taste the honey on your lips as we sit beneath the lilac tree, laughter echoing down the hills. How I love to be alive, how I love you, spring has always looked better at night.-
@tamlinweek Another page, albeit this one not as successful as i lost the ability to draw faces randomly (joys of being an artist) And a big thank you to my amazing friend @pluto-223 who did the poem for this piece, she had a character limit this time cause i had to write it out by hand💀 (and he may be making another appearance on one of the days…i have ideas that requires her writing skill)
Summary: It was Eris’s turn to participate in The Hunt, Autumn’s own Great Rite which took place before the before the Samhain festival. Celeste is sent by her family to begrudgingly participate to avoid offending the Vanserras. She didn’t expect to be chosen. So when the great magic brings Eris to stand in front of her she accepts the gold apple. Then the magic entered her as well and it told her to run.
Word Count: 4052
CW: NSFW, rituals
Read it on AO3 here
Bonus chapter: Weathering the Flames
Summary: He was a fool. An idiot. Absolutely mad. He was all those things and more but he didn’t care. He needed to see her.
AN: This takes place after The Hound and the Vixen
the way books are becoming fast fashion is actually criminal. there has been such a decline in quality of writing and storytelling over the past few years because publishers are focusing more on selling tropes and marketable scenes instead of the story in the book itself. it all depends on what’s trending and how easily they can sell as many copies to as many people as possible.
“It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn’t escape it, and knew it would forever change me.”
—Asterin Blackbeak, Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas