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motherfeyre-archeron · 13 hours

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"because the next time you look at my mate with that disdain and disgust, I won’t bother to explain it again, and I will rip out your fucking throat.”

-Rhysand. High Lord of the Night Court

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the-darkestminds · 28 days

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Say what you want about ACOFAS but do not sleep on this scene…☝️😩😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🥵

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redbleedingrose · 5 months

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I’m half asleep while writing this and laughing my ass off while imagining this lol.

Imagine you’re arguing with Rhys over something stupid and you start to realize you’re wrong but won’t admit it so you just flash him your breasts and his mind just short circuits and completely forgets about the argument.

He wouldn’t know what to do with himself lol

It took me way too long to type this out. I just needed to get this out of my head before I fell asleep and forgot it.

OMG! I actually love this idea and have been thinking about it since you sent it. Like I cannot stop thinking about Rhys and all you all are fueling my LOVE for this male!!!! Send help!!!!

Arguing with Rhysand

to be honest, do I think you and Rhys have arguments over serious stuff frequently? No, absolutely not. For the most part, if you guys have an argument, it tends to be something that is resolved with a short, heated conversation and then hours of you both making it up to each other, especially with him on his knees with your legs thrown over his shoulders.

And you guys tend to agree with each other on the more serious stuff. You work together as a couple and as high lord and lady of the night court to solve some of the most complicated matters regarding the state of your court and inter-court relations.

But!!! I do think you tend to start silly arguments with him to mess with him. Rhys needs to be taken off his high horse, the arrogant male he can be, and who better perfect to do that than his mate, the love of his life, the brightest star in his night sky??

It would kinda go something like this:

"C'mon Rhysie, you can't be serious," with your arms folded over your chest, annoyed at your mate who is settled on the bed, long strong legs crossed with his arms behind his head, a smug glint in his pretty violet eyes.

"Oh Darling, you know I am right." his eyebrows are lifted, urging you to argue back with him, his fucking smirk sending tingles down your spine.

"No Rhysand. Honestly, you aren't," you tilt your chin up, hurrumphing at your mate. You honestly are shocked your mate is arguing with you about this.

The high lord of night court, death incarnate, the darkness of the night, is truly, actually, arguing with you that he cooks better than you.

That fucking feline, arrogant bastard.

"You couldn't even cook until I came into your life," you hiss at him, rolling your eyes at him when he snorts, his face bright as he throws his tattooed forearm over his eyes in obvious amusement.

"And?" he says, peaking out from under his arm with another smile tugging at his lips.

"And???" you gasp. That fucking...

"I cannot believe you right now, my lord," the last bit is muttered mockingly.

His nose scrunches, "Not the 'my lord' darling, it really is not that serious. It's okay my love. I cook better than you and that is okay. You don't even need to cook darling, you only ever have to sit with me while I cook and look pretty, as you always do."

"I just... you are so mean to me. I cannot believe you are even telling me this, like... I obviously cook so much better than you," your foot is tapping on the floor, and you're shifting from side to side, arms still crossed over your chest as you glare over at your mate who is clearly finding this entire encounter far too entertaining.

Rhys huffs out another laugh, sitting up and beckoning you to come to him by tapping at the empty space next to him in your bed, "C'mere darling, it's alright, I just have more of a refined palate than you, and that means that I cook better."

You gasp at the audacity. "Rhysand!" You cannot believe this male.

His eyes twinkle with the stars of his court, "Sweetheart?"

"Take it back. Right now. I can cook better. I have cooked far longer, and I can cook a variety of things. Like roast chicken, and braised beef, and rice, and bread, and- "

"Are you telling me that I do not come home to windows that are open from you airing out the smoke of the bread you quite often burn to a crisp?" He stands from the bed, slowly approaching you like you are a frightened deer about to run off, hands raised like he is all innocent and is not being a complete baffoon right now.

Your mouth falls open, "You did not just go there," -- "Oh I did just go there beautiful" -- "You did not just go there! You asshole!" -- "Am I wrong gorgeous?" -- "I cannot even look at you right now." -- "C'mere pretty girl, I miss you"

"Oh no, you did this to yourself, don't even think about it, Mister." you sneer, backing away until you hit the wall, desperately thinking of a way to get him to take back his words.

"S'alright angel, c'mere. Come to your most handsome, darling high lord and tell him he cooks better than you, it's okay, you can admit it."

THE FUCKING NERVE OF THIS MALE. YOU CANT BREATHE.

And then it hits you.

As he continues to goad you, "C'mon baby, say it, Rhysand is the better cook, your mate is the better cook, your love is the better cook," finally reaching you, placing his hands on either side of you on the wall as he leans down, staring down at your with his heated breathe and pretty smile brushing over your lips.

"that's it love, c'mon, just a simple five words, 'you are the better co-"

His voice trails off into the ether, his pupils blowing, his hands splayed out next to you clenching into fists as he tightens his jaw, eyes utterly entranced by your tits that you decided to flash at him.

You lift up your brow, smirking at him while leaning back to give him a better view of your tits, "you were saying dear?"

He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, eyes not wavering from your pert breasts, the cool breeze sneaking in from the balcony tightening your nipples, "What?"

Your hand comes to rest on his chest, pushing at him with no success, the male stuck in place, the air surrounding you suddenly charged, "What is it you were saying Rhysie?"

"I uhh, I dunno love, I... you... you are..."

"Yes?" you peak up at him through your eyelashes, his chest heaving as he gazes down at you, hooded eyes finally meeting yours.

He hums, "You are exquisite darling," his arm sneaking around your waist to pull you flush against him, your tits rubbing at his bare chest when he presses his lips to your ear, "You are enchanting, and bewitching my mate."

anyway, uhhhh, by the time you are through with him, he does not remember ever saying he was the better cook. But he swears to you and the mother that if it gets you to ride him like that again, he will say it until the day you both become stardust.

Sorry this wasn't that good, but you get the drift I hope

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feysandscourt · 1 month

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The High Lady of the Night Court!!

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azrielsbxtch · 8 months

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Feysand Oneshot

𝗙𝗲𝘆𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁🥰

𝗜 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗳 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀. 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝗖𝗢𝗦𝗙 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗚𝘄𝘆𝗻𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗹 & 𝗡𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲….

Two weeks after Feyre gives birth….

The curtains swayed slightly as a gentle breeze flew into Rhysand and Feyre’s room. He’d left the windows open at her request right before she fell asleep on her sketch pad. Even while on strict bedrest she refused to stay away from painting. Today he and Nyx were her subjects. He held their baby as she sketched smiling softly to herself. Until she fell asleep still drowsy from the drugs Madja had administered.

It’d been two weeks since she’d almost died. Since Rhys had almost lost her and their son. No matter how long he lived Rhys would never forget the complete and desolate despair he’d felt in those moments. The horrible feeling of helplessness. How even being the most powerful high lord in history could not help him save his wife and son.

If it wasn’t for Nesta….His heart clenched painfully as he thought about what might have happened. He would never stop being grateful for Nesta. Ever.

“Stop frowning. You’ll get wrinkles and then I would have to trade you in for a younger model”

Rhys looked up to see Feyre awake.

“Why are you sitting over there?” she asked.

Because he couldn’t get comfortable. No matter how hard he tried. His instincts,his powers were always on alert. Always watching. He hadn’t slept for two weeks but Feyre didn’t know that. He carefully kept that part of his mind locked away. She would worry and that was the last thing she needed. No. He would stay awake and watch over their family.

Rhys felt like at any moment she would slip away. Nyx would slip away. And there would be nothing he could do about it.

“Rhys?”

“Yes Darling?”

“Come to bed.”

“Let me get Nyx first”

After Feyre had fallen asleep,Mor had come to get the baby to lay him down for a nap. Even though the River House was impenetrable considering Rhys had warded it like a fortress,he still couldn’t breathe properly until both Feyre and his son were in front of him.

He knew Nyx was in the nursery. Their minds were already connected. He could see Nyx’s dreams and random thoughts. Their son was a deamati too. And right now,Rhys could see Nyx looking up at Mor as she giggled and played with him.

“Nyx is fine. Mor is with him. He’ll fall asleep in no time”

“But-“

“Come to bed Rhys” she said leaving no room for argument.

He stoop up from the chair and went to her. She wrapped her arms around him and placed his head on her chest lightly stroking his hair. He entertwined their legs together under the blankets.

I know you haven’t been sleeping ‘ she said into his mind.

I sleep. When you’re asleep.’

Don’t lie to me’

He sighed and looked up at her with those violet eyes. Feyre could literally see stars in them.

“I’m sorry” he said quietly.

He nuzzled deeper into her as she continued stroking his hair. Her strokes turned slower,more gentle..

“I know what you’re doing” he mumbled as his eyes started feeling heavy.

Ten minutes later he was asleep. Feyre kissed his head and held him tighter.

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A soft knock woke him up.

The bed was empty.

Where was Feyre? Nyx?

“Feyre?” he called out.

“I’m here” she said poking her head out of their closet.

He mentally checked in with Nyx who was dreaming of…a river filled with milk? He must be hungry. Rhys smiled and shared the image with Feyre who laughed out loud.

“I’ll tell Mor to bring him back”

The knock sounded on the door again. Rhys stood up to open it and a sentry stood outside.

She bowed her head and said “I’m sorry to disturb my Lord. The High Lord of Day has arrived”

“Thank you Lia. I’ll be right there”

He closed the door and turned to Feyre. She was wearing one his sweaters as she climbed back into bed. He should’ve have brought comfortable clothes closer to her so she wouldn’t need to stand up.

“I can get my own clothes Rhys. Stop treating me like an invalid” she said shaking her head at him.

He was about to reply when Mor barged in holding Nyx.

“Helion is here” Mor announced. “And this little angel is about put his lungs to good use unless you feed him”

Feyre reached out to collect him and Mor placed him gently in her hands. She sat by her as she fed him stroking Feyre’s hair lovingly. Feyre looked up to see Rhys still standing…watching them.

“Helion is waiting” she said gently.

He nodded. Then walked over to kiss her and Nyx before turning to leave.

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He found his friend in the private library with Azriel,Cassian,Nesta and Gwyn? She never came to the River House. He knew because Nesta and Azriel had invited her many times but she always declined.

“And how old is he?” she was saying to Helion.

“Thousand of years old”

“Oh my goodness” she said in awe. Azriel stood behind her shaking his head.

Cassian noticed Rhys standing by the door and walked over to him.

“How’s Feyre”

“She’s…getting better”

Cassian nodded.

“What’s going on here?“ Rhys asked.

Cassian chuckled before saying “Az finally got Gwyn to agree to come here when he told her Helion was arriving with his Pegasus.”

That made sense. Gwyn had an almost obsessive fascination with the magical creatures. He was sure Helion was happy to meet someone who cared about the creatures as much as he did.

“Maellan is by the River. You can see him if you wish”

“I’ll take you” Az said gently taking her hand.

“Thank you so much” she said to Helion.

She turned and was startled to see Rhys at the door. Gwyn bowed and Rhys said “Hello Gywn”

“Hello. Congratulations on the birth of your son. I hope he and the High Lady are doing well”

“They are. Thank you” he said smiling warmly.

She blushed before Azriel dragged her away throwing a warning glance at Rhys. Rhys heard something like

“he needs to keep those smiles to himself” in Azriel’s mind as the shadowsinger walked away.

Helion went to Rhys and hugged him. “Congratulations my friend. I’m so happy for you”

“Thank you Helion”

“How is Feyre and the babe?”

“They’re doing well.”

Helion observed him closely. “You don’t like to leave them”

“Not if I can help it”

Helion nodded. They turned to walk out of the library and headed to the gardens to talk further.

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After Helion left,Rhys went back to his room and found Cassian and Nesta with Feyre and Nyx who was in Nesta’s arms. The baby kept staring at Nesta and giggling. Nesta was cooing to him in a baby voice. Cassian stood next to her watching them.

He climbed into bed with Feyre and threw an arm around her shoulder.

“Everything alright?” she asked

He nodded then said,“Helion informed me that Kallias,Thesan and Tarquin would all love to formally meet the baby. They asked Helion to meet with me and inquire if that was feasible”

“Is it going to be a ceremony of some sort?” Feyre asked

“No” Rhys replied gently. “I think our friends want to meet our son”

“Oh…Alright then”

“Are you sure? If you’re not feeling up to it-“

“I’m fine Rhys. I promise”

Rhys nodded and bent down to lightly kiss her.

Cassian covered Nyx’s eyes “Honestly Rhys there is a baby in here”

Rhys flipped him off.

Nesta gently placed Nyx in his cradle before dragging Cassian out to give the new parents some privacy.

Some minutes later,Nyx fell asleep and an image flashed into Rhys and Feyre’s mind as their son started dreaming. Tears sprung into Rhysand’s eyes as he saw what Nyx was dreaming about.

A swirling cosmos of stars and light. And right in it’s center…his face and Feyre’s shone brightly with love.

The center of their son’s universe.

Just as he was theirs.

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kayla-2 · 2 months

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Anti Rhys stans always think throwing offensive, disgusting claims save them from being argued with but yall have been screaming this for years and haven’t put the book down yet. They think they are somehow better, but you had to keep reading 3+ books after the events under the mountain to get the pregnancy stuff. Why did you keep reading? So you can feel better about harassing people online over fake faeries?? But still enjoy the benefits of reading the series?

Please shut the fuck up. You aren’t a feminist for defending fictional characters in a fictional book that doesn’t impact real life. Go outside touch some grass and please get over yourself. 🤣…@sonics-atelier

#pro Rhys #I don’t careee #feysand

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itsthedoodle · 8 months

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Starry Eyes Sparking Up My Darkest Night

Summary: We had danced, all of us together. And when the night had shifted toward dawn and the music became soft and honeyed, I had let Rhys take me in his arms and dance with me, slowly, until the other guests had left, until the gold disc of the sun gilded Velaris.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: none

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Day 1: Night Triumphant & Stars Eternal

Here's my second humble offering for Feysand Week 🩵

“I am… very glad I met you, Feyre.”

I blinked away the burning in my eyes. “Come on,” I said, tugging on his hand, “Let’s go join the dance.”

I felt Rhys move behind me, looking half dazed, and wondered if he was as affected as I was. My heart was racing, beating a rhythm unlike anything I’d felt before, my mind aware that this was uncharted territory. I’d seen the look in his eyes, and I knew it matched the one in mine. Rhys and I had been playing this game, counting the steps of this dangerous dance for quite a while now, and as natural as everything with him felt, as natural as being around him was, I couldn’t forget that the circumstances that led me here were not easy.

Don’t think about it, I told myself. Turn it all off.

I reached the middle of the crowd and stopped, turning to face Rhys. He was so beautiful, breathtakingly so, the stardust glowing on his lips mocking me, almost pulling me in and making me reckless enough to want to forget everything and everyone around us and just kiss him, just get lost in him. Rhys pulled me closer and placed his hands on my lower back, making my skin tingle. I wrapped my arms around his neck and followed his lead as he started moving.

We danced, and danced, and danced, until Cassian pulled me away from Rhys for a dance, joking about his unwillingness to share. The fire in Rhys’s eyes wasn’t something I was ready to address. I wasn’t blind to his feelings, nor my own growing ones, but I didn't know if I would ever be ready for all of its implications.

“I've never seen him so happy.” Cassian’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts as he twirled me around, and a joyous sound escaped my throat. “He has had moments of happiness in his five hundred years of course, but never like this.” Cassian gave me a pointed look. “You do know it’s because of you, don’t you?”

I cleared my throat, not ready to unpack what he had just said and all that it meant, and asked him about our visit to Windhaven the next day. Cassian had been advocating for the Illyrian females for centuries, but change in a war camp came slow.

We danced for a while longer, until Cassian looked behind me to find Mor, who was smiling brightly. “Your time is up,” she said, pulling me away from him.

I rose on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek, thankful for him and the friendship and understanding he had so selflessly offered me from the moment we’d met.

I danced with Mor, and then I danced with Azriel, and marveled at how fast they had managed to worm their way into the deepest crevices of my heart. My friends, who had pulled me out of the darkness. My High Lord, who had shown me that I mattered, that my feelings mattered, that my trauma was valid, who had given me everything in the most open and selfless way and had never expected anything in return.

I looked at Rhys, marveling at the sound of his joyous laughter, the starlight in his eyes as he celebrated and drank and danced with his friends, the way he looked so free despite carrying the weight of his court on his shoulders and everything he had done to keep his people safe.

He had given every part of himself to keep his people safe. I wondered if they knew how lucky they were, if they knew he would do it all again in a heartbeat if he had to.

He chose that moment to look at me, and the smirk he had seconds before melted into a smile so bright and genuine that my breath whooshed out of my chest with a strength that nearly knocked off my feet. He was in front of me in two strides, his long legs effortlessly closing the space between us, and I gave him a smile as I wrapped my arms around his neck, his own finding their place on my lower back, as if they had always belonged there.

“You promised me a whole night of dancing.”

The corner of his lips lifted into a smirk. “It’s not my fault everyone wants to bask in your glow, Feyre darling.”

I smiled and rested my head on his chest, and he kissed the top of my head softly. “It’s you people want to be around, Rhys. Not me.”

“Someday,” he said, his hand drawing circles on my back, “I’ll make you see how bright you are. I wish you could see yourself right now, and the way you outshine every star tonight.”

My heart stuttered, and I willed the tears away. Looking up at him, I reached out and caressed his mental shields. Rhys tilted his head curiously and lowered them slightly, letting me in. I looked around the fortress of his mind, seeing the world through his eyes, Mor laughing and dancing with Cassian and Az in the corner, the three of them carefree and happy.

Rhys mentally pointed closer, right in front of him, and I saw myself covered in stardust, the look on my face one I didn’t have the words to describe. There was a certain glow in my eyes as I looked up at Rhys, a softness to my smile that I hadn’t seen in a very long time. Rhys’ mental fortress was unguarded, every feeling on display as I made myself familiar with the deepest corners of his beautiful, brilliant mind. There was adoration, admiration, gratefulness, and a warmth to deeper feelings I refused to analyze out of respect. He had had his privacy taken from him for a very long time, and I would never dream of taking advantage of the free pass he had given me.

I slowly walked out and back into my own mind, and the smile he gave me was one I desperately wanted to paint.A smile brighter than the sun, eyes deeper than night. Night triumphant seemed like a fitting name.

“I am very happy to have you in my life,” I offered, because that was the simple truth, because I had never known anything with more certainty than the joy that Rhys’ presence had brought into my life. I had blinked, and without me realizing it, Rhys had become my best friend, had become the one person I could always count on without fear of being judged. My heart craved even more of Rhys and I wrestled against the hunger in my mind every day.

Rhys bent down and kissed my forehead, gently, as we swayed to the soft music. There was no rush to the dance, no steps to follow. There was just us, the stars, our friends, the people, and my home. Velaris was home, and so was the male holding me like I was going to disappear.

“Rhys?”

“Hm?” he mumbled, not bothering to move his head from where it was resting on top of my head.

“Thank you for everything.”

I felt him smile and he continued rubbing circles on my back. “There’s nothing to thank me for.”

“No, I mean-” I said, trying to find the right words. “Thank you for believing in me when no one else would. Thank you for sharing your family with me, and your city, and your home. Thank you for making sure I always have a reason to get out of bed in the morning and look forward to what the day brings.”

With my head resting on his chest the way it was, I could feel the exact moment his breath caught in his throat. “None of that would have been possible without you,” he said, pulling my face away from his chest and looking at me intently. “None of that would have been possible without your persistence, cleverness, and kindness. I’ve always loved this night, and the journey the stars make.” He looked up at the stars still flying overhead, then down at me again. “But you, you are by far the most precious one of them.”

I didn’t stop the burning in my eyes this time, the tears running free down my cheeks, trailing a path down the stardust on my face. Rhys swept his thumbs over my cheeks, wiping my tears away, like he had done every single time since the day we had met. I knew the line we were walking was a very dangerous one, and I could not afford to compromise my heart so soon again, but there was something about him that brought all my walls tumbling down, that drew me to him so thoroughly that I could hardly breathe half the time he was near.

We danced for what could have been minutes, or hours, or days—we didn’t keep track. Rhys didn’t let me go, and neither did I. The guests bid us goodnight, Mor, Cassian and Azriel retired for the night, yet Rhys and I never stopped dancing, never stopped looking at each other and basking in the glow of whatever we were, whatever was happening. As the dawn broke, and the sun illuminated the stardust on his skin, giving him an ethereal glow, I put my hands around his face and brought it close to mine, resting his forehead against mine.

“To the stars who listen, Rhys.”

“And the dreams that are answered, Feyre.”

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colorlesschristmastree · 9 months

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Rhys made a move under the mountain to try to avoid being just the victim like literally every other high lord. He tried to proactively protect his people and make things easier for everyone else under the mountain. His people were in danger and regardless of any shields over Velaris, Amarantha had Hybern's spellbook... the same spell book that broke that shield in acomaf.

He needed her to not look at his court or his people too closely, he needed her to think he was loyal to her. She already had beef with his father when she set her sights on him, she was already someone prone to torturing and abusing people.

Rhysand did not have a choice when it came to kissing her ass, she would've either tortured him AGAIN like she did in the war, or he goes along with it willingly. And then to prove his loyalty she forced him to have sex with her and commit other sorts of atrocities

There's no plot hole there.

All of this is consistent throughout the text.

Stop inventing plot holes and inconsistencies to fuel your hatred of a character in the name of "just being critical of the author/writing" you look like a clown.

#rhysand #pro rhys #pro rhysand #acotar #Amarantha #under the mountain #acomaf #a court of mist and fury #my posts #pro feysand

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threshholdofescape · 1 month

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Y'all in the ACOTAR fandom need to STOP.

"oh my GOD if I were Feyre I would teach Rhys a lesson!!!!" "Feyre needs to be angry about [insert topic here]!!!" "Feyre doesn't act traumatized enough if I were her I'd be a mess!"

You cannot fathom people acting and reacting differently to traumas and situations and honestly, it's toxic. You are self inserting yourself into Feyre and are mad she isn't acting the way you think she would.

Feyre, while fictional, is her own person. She is not going to act like you because she is not you.

Stop trying to make big deals out of things Feyre doesn't while simultaneously dismissing the things she does feel hurt by (ie Nesta's very abhorrent and consistent abuse).

#anti nesta #pro feyre #feyre archeron #pro rhys #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #anti acosf

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nikethestatue · 3 months

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Why all the Rhys slander. It’s so gross. Not from you obviously but seriously do people not know the books are about Feyre and him as a MC. they are the OG couple and I think if people can’t accept that then they don’t need to be reading the books at all. Period. I don’t want to read a story about Lucien or tamlin. Why put so much emphasis on secondary characters (not even going to name them) - who cares about them. These books are about Feyre/Rhys, Elain/Azriel and Nesta/Cassian. I’ll never be a fan of Nesta’s character but I don’t go around hating her. Rhys is one of the best charcters out there and if he wants to yell at Nesta for being reckless, he can.

I mean, the crazy CRAZY shit that I've heard about Rhys is just wild. He is a despot. He is a dictator. He is Trump. He is a liar who doesn't care about anyone else other than himself and Feyre. He is a misogynist who subjects women to indescribably horrors. He is a rapist. He is an abuser.

I think what it ultimately stems from is that though many readers THINK that they want truly dark or gray MMC, in reality, when it comes down to it, they can't handle it. In the end, the MMC has to be 'nice'. Good. Do good deeds. I've noticed that it's a romantasy readers thing.

Bad boy, but not too bad. And actually, not bad at all.

And Rhys always skirted the line of darkness. That's what makes him so interesting. He is unapologetically self-serving. He is powerful. He IS despotic, because he IS powerful, and while he listens to others, it's Rhys's way or the highway.

Can you justify or explain most of what he does? Sure. But do we have to? I think those who can't handle him, need to have an explanation (which they'll promptly reject). But in reality, Rhys is a great example of a truly gray, often unapologetic character.

I think the fundamental thing to understand about him is that he isn't 'mean to Tamlin' or 'mean to Nesta' or 'mean to Lucien'. It's that he will do what he thinks is right. And it will go against your other faves. But I guess that's what makes him cool to me, deliciously wicked. He is not going to be nice, just to mollify others.

But honestly, if you have some massively serious objections to Rhys, then I don't know...is ACOTAR for you?

#rhysand #pro rhys

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shallyne · 2 years

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Remember when Ianthe said "Come bride, be joined with your true love" and then Rhys appears and takes her away

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feysandstarlight · 1 year

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I just know that on quiet nights when everyone is asleep, Feyre sometimes stays awake and practices flying because she loves feeling the wind on her face and wings. I just love the idea that she purposely flies as high as she can to get a perfect view of her city and see how far she’s come. I imagine her crying tears of joy because she never believed that she was worth anything more than hunting for her family.

And then she spends the rest of the night flying around and just content with her life. And then, low and behold, Rhys is suddenly flying by her side wondering why she left him alone instead of kissing him awake because he’s so addictive. And Feyre just rolls her eyes and flies off, making him chase after her…ugh I love my parents 🥹

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redbleedingrose · 4 months

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Rhys in grey sweatpants, I had that image put in my head now I want to spread the gospel 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

Just him with his sleep hair and voice in nothing but his grey sweatpants 😮‍💨

UMMMMMM

Rhysand is totally the best dressed of all the males in the night court and possibly Prythian.

Only Eris rivals him in the clothing department and I stand firm on that statement.

He just knows what gets you going. He knows the colors that suit him and he is not afraid to work it.

I feel like for the most part, Rhys really plays the role of high lord well. And he dresses the part too.

All of his clothes are freshly tailored and laundered. He never really wears the same outfit twice. And when he meets you???

He makes sure that you have all the clothes that you could ever want or need. He also insists on matching most days. You basically are THE moment in Prythian, everyone who isn't you wants to BE you. And it is all thanks to Rhysie's impeccable fashion sense. All your clothes make you look like the star of the night, pun not intended.

And all of your shoes and jewelry he has designed for you? Don't even get me started. Each outfit needs its own individualized look and feel and vibe. And he makes sure that is there for you. He is always there to help you put together your look.

Playing dress up for him is sooooo much fun. He has you doing twirls in your dresses and gets on his knees to help you put your heels on. He kisses every portion of your exposed neck whenever he clasps on your necklaces for you. You are treated like an utter princess around him, never having to lift a finger beyond your desire.

He also loves to help you with your earrings. And he is so gentle with it too. His pretty violet eyes focusing on your ear lobe as he ever so carefully puts in your earrings. He makes sure that they don't feel to heavy or cause any irritation to your ear as you are sensitive to different kinds of metals. When he is done, his eyes focus back on you with this look of utter pride that you are his. You are his mate. His high lady. His everything. And he is just obsessed.

You are lucky if you can make it to ANY event on time because this male will find any excuse to show you just how obsessed he is.

Back to Rhys' fashion sense...

He really rarely wears clothes that are "lounge wear." TBH, I feel like he started moreso a little after meeting you because he sees what it does to you.

Rhysie is the kind of male who can look good in practically anything. But in lounge wear??? send freaking help he is the hottest male to have ever EXISTED!!!

His gray sweatpants are one of your favs on him. He is always wearing it with a tight black or navy blue t-shirt that clings to his chest and shoulders and biceps. You can basically see the outline of his abs whenever he wears those shirts (which you will be riding later so help you gods).

And omg just think of all of his tattoos exposed on his corded forearms. And think about those muscles flexing while he fingers you speechless.

Anyway, poor rhysie needs to replace his sweatpants any time he wears them because they always end up stained from you riding his thigh.

But he knows that.

Thats why he wears them, slutty smug bastard. The smirk any time he pulls them out and surprises you by wearing them is enough to know that he knows exactly what he does to you. And he is proud of it too.

His formal clothing is not to be forgotten.

His tight fitting dress shirts where he leaves the top two buttons open so that you can see his smooth tan chest underneath??? The dark swirls intricately peaking out and climbing up his neck??? The small silver chain he wears??? The one that has your name engraved over and over, all along the metal because he belongs to you??? Because he knows that every part of him, his heart and soul, is all entirely owned by you???

The only ring he wears is his wedding ring too.

Sigh, I need a Rhys.

This was terrible but I love Rhysand so you are gonna get my unhinged thoughts about him always.

#rose rambles #rose answers #rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #rhysand headcanons #rhysand fanfic #rhysand imagine #rhysand #rhys acotar #high lord rhysand #pro rhys #pro rhysand #acotar fanfic #acotar headcanons #acotar fanfiction #acotar

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acourtoflight · 1 month

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People complaining about Rhys not treating Tamlin right when he was depressed as if he hadn’t taken part in killing Rhys’ mother and sister…

What did you expect him to do? Give him a kiss? Forget that he’s part of the reason his mom and sibling are dead? Forget that he abused his mate?

Spare me the BS

#pro rhysand #pro rhys #acotar #pro feysand #anti tamlin #pro inner circle #pro feyre

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azrielsbxtch · 5 months

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In the House of Wind…..

Nesta & Gwyn : We’re back!

#boys night!#batboys #pro rhys #cassian my beloved #pro azriel #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #pro gwynriel #gwynriel headcanon #gwyn berdara #nesta archeron #house of wind gang

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divinemare · 10 months

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“rhysand would think rowan is in charge”, you mean the same rhysand that as soon as he saw feyre beat the shit out of that worm he was like “yeah i’m definitely making that girl my HIGH LADY one day”. the same rhysand that SAT FEYRE ON THE THRONE OF THE COURT OF NIGHTMARES while he stayed on the sidelines like “damn she’s such a queen go baby”. without adding the obvious detail of the same rhysand that READS MINDS like, be so fr

#pro rhysand #pro rhys #aelin and rhys #rhysand #aelin galathynius #acotar #tog #a court of thorns and roses #throne of glass

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