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[she/they] [28] [ao3] [wattpad]

[amchapel]

MY MASTERLIST (incomplete)

Hello, and welcome to my masterlist. That is all. Happy reading!

fandoms (a-z)

Actor RPF

You're a PR Crisis Waiting to Happen

Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Pedro Pascal/Reader Additional Tags: Somnophilia, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting Words: ~1.1k You smirked, enchanted by Pedro's broad shoulders shifting in his suit jacket as he dragged you out of the club. His fingers dug into your arm whenever you stumbled, but you didn't care. You wanted him to leave bruises.

Liar, Liar

Rating: General Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Pedro Pascal/Reader Words: 370 This is like a zero draft. But like. I desperately need a Pedro/Reader (in her late 20s) fic in which Y/n takes the Vanity Fair’s lie detector test because it’s like. Part of her and Pedro’s press junket for their TV show or something...

Call of Duty (Video Games)

Strawberry Flavored

Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader Additional Tags: Banter, Vaginal Fingering, Flavored Lube, Squirting, Slight Praise Kink If You Squint Words: 802 "If I'm gonna fit" —Ghost squeezes your flank— "you're gonna have to relax." Now, you're a grown woman. You're in your late twenties. And yet you whine. "I'm fucking trying."

Oh, the Weather Outside Is Frightful!

Rating: Mature (nudity) Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Simon "Ghost Riley/Reader Additional Tags: Banter, Brattery, Sharing Body Heat Words: ~1.7k You and Ghost take shelter from a blizzard. "Yeah. I got her." "You don't 'got' shit. You 'have' me." Ghost just barely refrained from sighing. Instead, he listened to Price and then replied, "Rog'. We're stayin' the night." You blinked a few times. "I'm sorry, come again?"

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series

Cravings and Cat Naps

Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Devlon/Reader Additional Tags: Pregnant Reader, Reformed Devlon (He Isn't an Asshole), Fluff and Smut, Making Out, Vaginal Fingering Words: ~1.5k While waiting for Devlon to return, you doze off in his chair. Once he returns, fluff and smut ensue.

an alternate timeline dl snippet in which you and devlon are...involved hehehe

Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Devlon/Reader Additional Tags: Masturbation, Similar to Mating Cycles/in Heat Words: ~1.1k The second you entered Devlon's walk-in closet and got goosebumps, you should've known something was wrong.

Where Dreams Go to Die (incomplete)

Rating: Explicit Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: F/M/M Relationship: Azriel/Reader/Rhysand Additional Tags: Bondage, Noose, Asphyxiation, Vaginal Fingering, Spanking Words: ~4.6k You're captured and interrogated by the infamous shadowsinger.

The Art of Nesting

Rating: Mature Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Azriel/pregnant!Reader Additional Tags: Fluff, Nesting, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Bliss Words: ~2k You've never nested before and don't plan on it, but when you're out shopping and see some blue bedding, you just can't resist. The vendor, who knows who you are, says he'll just bill you later, so you thank him and then think nothing of it. That is until Azriel comes home. And he wants to know why he has to pay a couple thousand nonras for bedding.

Ringing in the New Year (sequel to "The Art of Nesting")

Rating: Mature Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Azriel/pregnant!Reader Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Some Panicking, Crying, Non-Graphic Childbirth, Happy Ending Words: ~2.2k In an ironic twist of fate, you'd been the calm, cool, and collected one throughout your pregnancy. On the other hand, Azriel had been and still was an absolute wreck. You and Azriel ring in the New Year at the river house with the Inner Circle and a few other friends. After an accident, you go into labor a month early.

Use Your Words

Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M/M Relationship: Azriel/Reader/Eris Additional Tags: Nipple Orgasm, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting Words: ~1.3k Your boyfriends want to give you a nipple orgasm.

How Quickly It Turns Sour

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M, F/M/M Relationships: Rhysand/Reader, (Implied) Azriel/Reader/Eris Additional Tags: Reader Is Hit Once, Minor Injury, Blood, Drugs Words: 833 The Las Vegas nightclub delved into chaos. In shock, you stumbled back, holding the left side of your face. And then suddenly, your teeth ached. Iron exploded on your tongue.

A Nasty Habit of Being Wrong

Rating: Explicit Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: F/M Relationship: Rhysand/Reader Additional Tags: Manipulative Relationship, Rough Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Words: ~1.5k Rhysand fucks you in an elevator.

Daredevil (TV)

Not Your Average Male Fantasy

Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: ? Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, Matt Murdock Has a Breeding Kink, Sex Toys, First Time Topping, Anal Sex, Bottoming from the Top, Squirting, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Words: ~1.6k Matt has a breeding kink. It's just a little different than your average male fantasy.

here’s a (long) snippet from my matt murdock/reader fic “a woman’s intuition” hehehe (incomplete)

Rating: General Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/mutant!Reader Additional Tags: Banter, *shrugs* Words: ~2.1k You have a sixth sense.

100 Days

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/depressed!Reader Additional Tags: Depersonalization, Sharp Objects, Suicidal Thoughts Words: ~2k You'd been quiet lately. Too quiet. Quiet enough that Matt's best friend Foggy, who you'd just met a month ago, commented on it at dinner one night.

you're a rich, disillusioned only child in nyc (incomplete)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Banter, *shrugs* Words: ~1.3k You'd been born with a silver spoon in your mouth.

Not Your Martyr, Part 2 (incomplete)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Arguing, Angst, Hurt No Comfort Words: ~1.7k Matt doesn't sacrifice his moral code to save you.

Like the Dead

Rating: Explicit Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dom/sub Undertones, Sex Toys, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Rough Sex Words: ~2.7k Matt fucks you into a much-needed coma.

Catholic Guilt

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/vigilante!Reader Additional Tags: Angst, Vigilante Reader, Breakup, Sad Ending, Hurt No Comfort Words: ~1k Like any good Catholic, Matthew Murdock liked to suffer. You break up with Matt.

Ex Proprio Motu (incomplete)

One, Two, Three, Four, Five (TBD)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/mutant!Reader Additional Tags: Angst, Arguing, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Slice of Life, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury Words: ~8.2k After a triggering fight with Matt, you break up with him. This is the fallout of that and all that comes with it.

Impostor Syndrome

Rating: General Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Insecurities, Mild Angst, Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Satire (I Promise It’s Funny), Happy Ending Words: ~1.5k You'd had reservations about dating Matthew Murdock.

The New Communicant

Rating: General Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Past Self-Harm, Scars Words: 790 Matthew Murdock had become well-acquainted with every communicant at Clinton Church (correction: he'd super-sensed everything about everyone to a T), so one summer Sunday when someone showed up late, Matt, having realized they were new, was, to say the least, distracted.

filling space in your sheets

Rating: Mature Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/Reader Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Sad Ending Words: 462 Elektra Natchios was dead. She'd been dead for almost two years. So when Matt said her name during sex, you didn't know how to react.

Glass Purses

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/rich!Reader Additional Tags: Banter, Fluff, Matt Being Annoying Words: 482 By the time Matt snuck into your brownstone through your unlocked kitchen window, it was one in the morning. So you were online shopping. Obviously.

White Lines and Long Islands (incomplete)

Rating: Mature Warning: No Warnings Category: F/M Relationship: Matt Murdock/rich!Reader Additional Tags: Alcohol, Drugs, Matt Fingerfucking a Long Island Words: ~1.5k "Hmm." Staring at one of your father's new lawyers, you cocked your head. You raised your champagne glass and straightened your index and middle fingers to point at Mr. Matthew Michael Murdock. "I want that one." Your best friend Verity Allencourt scoffed. "The blind one?" Still staring, you said, "Yes."

[dearestpoltergeist]

Elain who‘s really awkward around Rhysand because she saw him and Tamlin fucking in a dream and she’s unsure if it’s past, present or future

[amchapel]

me: *reblogs anti rhys content after coming back randomly from the depths of a hiatus*

me not even 15 minutes later: *reblogs rhysta content*

…anyway… 😂

[theladyofbloodshed]

Chapter 3

Read previous chapters here

Rivers of crushed pink material flowed from the box to coos and aahs from Elain. She held the dress up to her body, a true smile brightening her lovely face.

‘Oh, it looks so much better than I imagined.’

It had been a few weeks since the three Archeron sisters had been chaperoned into a seamstress’ shop with Morrigan declaring that the shrivelled elderly female was the best dress maker in Velaris. Nesta had not wanted anything new, but with the Summer Court ball dawning there was no other option than accepting yet another new gown. Morrigan simply wouldn’t hear of Nesta wearing one of her old ones. Not that they were old; a whole new wardrobe had been outfitted for her when she arrived in Velaris. She hated it. Hated that each time a bill was paid on her behalf, she felt like she owed him. That awful, aloof high lord who wouldn’t even look her in the eye.

Feyre’s own dress was an inky blue – a blend of Summer and Night – with tulle netting over the skirt that was embedded with sparkling crystals. Her damp hair was tossed over one shoulder as she examined it closer. It suited her well although she was more prone to wearing leathers these days as she trained with Cassian. Their training spilt from the roof of the House of Wind to the bedroom and Nesta detested having to share a wall with her sister. At least there was a little peace when they spent the night in Cassian’s room.

It was too late for Nesta to feign a headache to remain in the Night Court. Her sisters had bugged her endlessly about attending and they’d badgered her until she’d agreed to get ready with them like they used to when they were small girls attending their parents’ parties. She’d refused any sort of cosmetic upon her face and had wanted her hair pinned up in its usual style. Elain’s bleating had won over her stubborn tendencies so half of Nesta’s hair hung down her back, curled at the ends with a hot iron curler, and the rest was pinned with pearls.  

Elain reached for the final box. Her fingers paused at the edge, a slight frown pressing into her brow. She opened the box and pulled out the dress.

‘Oh no,’ she exclaimed. ‘There must have been a mix up.’

Nesta’s sharp gaze went to the dress assigned for her. She’d selected something plain and unmemorable, not wanting any attention at all in the Summer Court. She’d griped with the seamstress who’d declared that she’d be far too warm in the grey material chosen and pushed Nesta to at least swap her sleeves for sheer ones. The dress was to go as high as her neck and all the way to the floor with no slits up the leg, no back exposed. None of this faerie nonsense of baring the skin. It wasn’t the mortal way therefore it wasn’t her way.  

Her heart thudded as she looked at the dress that Elain held up.

It was pale blue silk and unforgivable on most bodies. It was low on the bust and even lower on her back. Nesta couldn’t deny that it was beautiful – but it was completely not her. She’d feel exposed in it, laid bare for all to see.

‘The rotten old woman,’ Nesta complained.

‘Female,’ Feyre corrected – then had the decency to blush at her unwanted correction.

Elain inspected the box. ‘I’m not sure about that. The seals were already open on your box, Nesta. Ours were intact.’

Somebody had swapped her dress to one that they knew she’d look ridiculous in. A cruel prank. She could guess who.

The door knocked loudly then Cassian’s head poked through the gap. ‘You’re not dressed? Come on. We need to go before Tarquin rescinds his offer and I’m banned from the court again.’

‘Get out,’ Feyre shrieked. ‘We could have been naked.’

His hazel eyes went wide. Like a wolf, he stared at Feyre in her dressing gown. ‘I wish.’

‘Out!’

Cassian’s laugh rang out as the door closed behind him.

‘Well, I’m not going,’ Nesta declared.

Elain pouted. ‘Oh, Nesta please. Don’t be difficult. Let’s just go and have a nice time. We can take a walk along the beach in the moonlight, dance together.’

‘This is sounding very romantic,’ chirped Feyre as she dressed behind the privacy screen.

Elain rolled her eyes then turned to Nesta. She took her hands in her own then used the same pleading expression that she’d used a thousand times to turn Nesta to her will and mouthed please.

***

‘I don’t understand why you had to leave before us,’ complained Mor. ‘It took us all of two minutes to gather in the foyer. What was so pressing that you didn’t have two minutes to spare?’

Oh, Rhysand had plenty of time to spare in ordinary circumstances but two minutes of waiting for Nesta Archeron to make her arrival would turn his whole body to liquid. He had been terrified of the outcome. The drab dress that she’d specifically requested had been thrown into the Sidra while everybody else was occupied. She would have looked fine in it. More than fine. Beautiful – as always. But it was a compulsion to interfere when it came to her. There was a trove of dresses rotting away that his mother had lovingly crafted for the day that his mate entered his life. She would never willingly wear them; would never accept anything openly from him. So he’d swapped them. He’d selected one that suited both the climate and occasion. And she would be devastating in it. There was no fathomable way that Rhysand would have been able to stand by that door and wait for her to descend the stairs.

‘I wanted to check that it was safe,’ he replied curtly.

Mor arched a brow. ‘And you remained here without passing on the message that it is indeed safe. Since when were you part of the Night Court’s security anyway? Isn’t that more of an Azriel role?’

Azriel had in fact already gone ahead to ensure that it wasn’t a trap then returned to help winnow, but as long as Mor didn’t raise the topic with Az, nobody would need to know.

‘Have you always been so nosy?’

Even with his back to her, Rhysand felt Nesta’s arrival. It hit him like a bolt of lightning. Rather than greet her and the others, Rhysand pushed away from Mor to make a beeline for Varian. He was grateful for the cool sea air that met him on the balcony. It did little to quell the itching that spread across his body as soon as Nesta was in his proximity, but it was something.

‘I’m glad you could make it,’ Varian said by way of greeting. ‘Cassian will be on his best behaviour?’

‘The very best,’ he assured.

Through the arched doorway, Rhysand could keep an eye on his court who were beginning to make their introductions to Tarquin and Cresseida. His breath caught at the sight of Nesta. The sharp edges had been shaved away; the severe cuts of her usual dresses were exchanged for a cowl neck that showed off her generous breasts. The dress clinched at her waist then skimmed over her hips. As she turned, Rhysand had a glimpse of the smooth skin of her back and had to ground himself to the spot to keep from winnowing to her.

‘Rhysand?’

‘Yes?’

Varian frowned slightly. ‘You were in your own world. I asked if you’d given any more thought to the trade agreement.’

He managed an easy smile, even if his insides had turned molten. ‘No politics tonight, Varian, or I’ll set Amren on you.’

‘Don’t threaten me with a good time.’

Both laughed on the darkened balcony then Rhysand caught a glimpse of sleek red hair which turned his stomach to stone.

‘You invited the Vanserras.’

Varian sipped on his drink. ‘Come now, Rhysand, you know the solar courts are close just as the seasonal courts are. We rely on Autumn for much of our trade. It would be highly inappropriate to not extend an invitation to our allies – especially when my cousin is so new to his reign.’

Beron would grasp at any reason to tarnish Tarquin’s rule. He’d already griped that the male was untried and untested, despite the war.

The night rolled away with drinks and dancing, not that he engaged in the latter. He preferred to steer clear of it – to steer clear of any room that Nesta was in, actually. She’d gravitated to the dance floor and displayed a different side to her that he had never been privy to. She had been passed between males, each one holding her a little tighter as they danced. Instead of the vitriol that usually curled her lip whenever they interacted, Nesta seemed to come alive as she danced. More than once, Rhysand had seen her smile, even toss her head back in laughter, with whichever partner she was with. It made him sick to his stomach.

‘Are you just going to look through windows all night?’

His head whipped round at the sound of Azriel’s voice. Predictably, the male was hidden in the shadows. After all these centuries, he could still gain the upper hand on Rhysand.

‘What?’

 ‘You’ve been out of sorts for weeks. All you’ve done tonight is lurk on balconies or scurry off to alcoves and stare at the main room.’

‘I’m monitoring situations,’ he bluffed.

Azriel stepped forwards so that the moonlight revealed him. There was no hiding the disbelief on his face.

‘It looks to me like you’re avoiding someone.’

Rhysand gave a low, callous laugh. ‘Who could that be? Beron perhaps? One of his vile sons? Or perhaps the brooding high lord from Spring?’

The shadowsinger raised his brows and struggled to hide his smirk. ‘Fine. You won’t mind if I remain here monitoring alongside you. Will you?’

Azriel might have been stubborn but so was he. ‘Of course.’

He stalked away from the open window to lean against the balcony that overlooked the sea. The mating bond chafed and ached worse with every day. It demanded to be felt. It would keep tightening and itching until something was done. He hadn’t yet decided what that was. Every day was harder to keep a grip on his magic. It was better further away from Nesta and yet it had developed into something like an animal that listened and breathed in his chest. When Feyre had casually mentioned that Nesta had found employment, his magic had reared its head in disappointment. He’d needed to go to Illyria to spar and take the edge off. He’d thought that was enough until he heard Cassian arranging with Feyre to help move Nesta’s belongings. She’d found employment in a pokey, little book store on the opposite side of Velaris that had seen better days. With it came an apartment above the store that she was welcome to move into. His magic had lurched out of him, shattering the windows of the town house in anguish.

Rhysand inhaled slowly through his nose then turned, trying to take a casual look at the main chamber again. His magic needed a glimpse of her. He needed it.

Azriel’s eyes were fixed on him.

Panic and fire twisted in Rhysand’s gut. He couldn’t see her. Couldn’t make out her blonde hair.

‘Who are you looking for?’

‘Nobody,’ he snapped.

A tendril of magic was sent out from him to seek her but she was missing.

In a quiet voice, he asked, ‘Where is she?’

‘She was dancing with Eris Vanserra.’

***

The hand on her back was a welcome warmth despite the temperature of the Summer Court. The heat had a way of seeping into her muscles, loosening all the tightness from them. It took all of Nesta’s strength not to tip back her head like a satisfied house cat as Eris Vanserra’s hand slipped lower down her spine.

They stood side by side beside a stone balcony overlooking the sea. Along each edge, Nesta could spot twinkling lights in the small towns along the coast. The Summer Court was pretty.

‘I will be able to hear you now,’ she said, having struggled in the busy main chamber to hear the words that he’d been murmuring in her ear.

Eris was dressed finely. Despite the temperature, he seemed unperturbed. A perk of the Autumn Court she supposed and the fire that ran through his blood. She’d been told he was a villain, a male to avoid, but she’d found him only to be polite and charming - and one hell of a dance partner.

‘I said you are wasted in the Night Court,’ he replied, an easy smile on his lips that reminded her of Lucien.

‘Why do you think that?’

Eris cocked his head to the side. ‘You are a jewel that they will keep locked away.’

‘I’d like to think I’m more than something pretty to be looked at.’

‘I’m sure you are,’ he said. ‘I can feel your power churning like a maelstrom. They haven’t trained you. Your power is untapped, undiscovered.’

‘Ah,’ she said, turning to look at him. ‘I’m a pretty weapon then.’

That made Eris tip back his head with laughter. The sound was like liquid gold. ‘You’re a clever female - the hero of all of Prythian for what you did with a blade to the King of Hybern. You can’t blame me for admiring your abilities.’ He paused, eyes roving over her face with a hunger that she wasn’t sure that she liked. ‘I’m sure there is much you could give to the world if the chance was presented to you.’

She could not find a reply. Dreams no longer filled her with joy. She hadn’t dreamt of the life she wanted since she was a child. Her dreams had been taken from her over and over again.

The urge to lead him back inside reared its head out of propriety, but Nesta found that she did not want to. She gave a little sigh and eased closer to Eris; the move felt clumsy the moment that she initiated it but he brought her closer to his body regardless.

‘You are perfect,’ he murmured. ‘Absolutely perfect.’

Nesta tilted her face up towards his own. The beating in her chest gained momentum. She had never kissed anyone before, had never really had the desire to. His free hand went to her waist, turning her towards him. The heat of his body pulsed against her own.

A sudden darkness smothered the balcony. Nesta might have been scared if her magic hadn’t surged in response to the known foe.

Before she could whirl round and demand that he leave, shadowy bindings pinned her in place. More crawled over her face to blind her and deafen her.

***

It took all of Rhysand’s centuries of restraint not to mist the male on the spot. He’d love nothing more than to spray Vanserra’s blood across the marbled floor. Eris’ eyes were wide with panic as he stumbled backwards, away from Nesta.  

‘Away,’ snarled Rhys.

Eris brandished his palms in a gesture of innocence. ‘I meant no issue.’

‘They say your reputation is earned. So is mine. You saw what I did Under the Mountain, year after year, Eris. And that is a drop in the ocean compared to what I will do to you if you even think about putting another finger on that female.’  

Eris had somehow gone even paler than his usual tone. The lump in his throat bobbed. ‘I assure you, High Lord, that I meant nothing ill towards Nesta. She’s a fine female. I only meant to know her better.’

‘She belongs to me,’ he rumbled, power roiling off of him. Rhysand amended quickly, ‘To my court. She is Night Court through and through. I’ll be damned if I see her in the hands of an Autumn male who’d torture her or turn her into a brood mare.’

The fear seemed to drain from Eris’ face. In its place was a smugness that Rhysand had hated for centuries. He always looked as though he knew the punchline of a joke that nobody else did. His top lip curled into an arrogant grin.

‘Apologies, once again. I hadn’t realised how precious Nesta is to you.’

‘Her sisters reside in my court. They will not be parted – least of all for a male.’

‘I dare say she won’t be,’ he said, voice becoming smoother with every step of distance he put between them. ‘You know how I love our meetings, Rhysand, but I must go.’

With a mockery of a bow, Eris swiftly departed leaving him with his churning power. His hands trembled in memory of Nesta tilting her head up receptively towards that Autumn Court bastard. He’d ruin her. He would rip Nesta apart. Take everything from her and leave her ruined.

His eyes snapped to her. Nesta was immobilised by his power. The longer he left her like that, the worse it would be. He scrambled for an excuse – a reason for bursting onto the balcony – and came up empty. If he waited any longer, somebody might find them.

***

Like a blindfold being wrenched away, Nesta could suddenly see again. She sucked in the night air as her senses came back to her.

‘You,’ she growled.

Rhysand didn’t have the decency of looking embarrassed. No, the prick dared to display anger in return.

‘Do you have any idea what that male is capable of?’

Nesta spat out a laugh. ‘Barely half of the vile things that you can do, I’m sure.’

It struck a nerve. He flinched from her then regained himself. Before Nesta knew it, his arms had seized her and the High Lord of the Night Court was driving her backwards until her back pressed into the wall. She had never seen fury like it. Never seen such undiluted anger on anyone’s face.

Rhysand flashed his teeth then brought his head down as if he was about to bite her.

Nesta screwed her eyes closed, bracing for pain.

Heat enveloped her body.

There was a sharp press of teeth against her neck, just enough to sting. Nesta gripped onto him, unable to find her voice. The pressure released. In its place, she felt his lips. They pressed against her throbbing pulse almost in apology.

Like a fawn facing a predator, Nesta did nothing. Could do nothing. She kept as still as possible. His hands slipped from her arms; one moved to cradle the back of her head while the other cushioned her spine from the hard wall. She’d never taken notice of the size of his body, having never wanted to be close to the male. A scent of citrus and the sea clung to his skin. It was intoxicating.

He pressed kisses up her neck. They were small flutters of apology. Rhysand worked his way to her jaw then to her lips for a final press.

Those unsettling eyes of his were blown wide when he peeled his face from hers. Nesta didn’t know what to think, what to feel. But for the first time since this nightmare began, her magic gave a satisfied purr like it had finally got what it wanted and could settle. A feeling of relaxation flooded through her body. All of the tension that she’d been carrying for months eased out of her. Her body became pliant, curving towards Rhysand’s.

He moved to back away, to run, to flee from her.

Nesta gripped his hair tightly and forced him to stay. She pulled his face towards her own then closed the gap with her body. The kiss was entirely instinctual, driven by her magic’s desire to have him, to use him to calm her.

There was nothing chaste in it.

When their lips met again, they were no longer hesitant strangers but old acquaintances who’d been apart for too long. Tongues met. Teeth dug into lips threatening to draw blood. His hips rolled against hers and Nesta felt the effects of their kiss upon him.

The noise of the party was forgotten. The crash of waves upon the palace faded into nothing.

All Nesta knew was him.

With every kiss, her magic became tamer. It no longer threatened to drown her. No longer wanted to sink its claws into her or him. It was content to reach for his so they could slumber together.

When Rhysand broke away from her, Nesta felt adrift like she’d lost her only bearing in this life.

She looked to him, expecting to see mockery upon his face. What Nesta had not anticipated to see was the utter devastation that he met her with. While her heart pounded with an exhilaration that was desperate for more, Rhysand stared at her with remorse.

Without a further word, he stepped off the balcony. Mid-drop his wings billowed out. They took him beyond the boundary of Adriata then he winnowed away.

***

A mistake. A mistake that could never be undone.

Rhysand had ruined everything.

He could go into her head, pluck out any memory of that night, but he would still know. He would know and it would haunt him. Now that he had a taste of his mate, he would never surrender her. It would consume him.

The moment that he reached the town house, he surged towards his office. There were priceless artefacts in there that he’d curated over centuries. All of them met the brunt of his anger. Both his hands and his magic worked to flip the desk, to smash everything within reaching distance, in a feeble attempt to assuage his rage.

There was no antidote to this restless anger.

Only Nesta.

[amchapel]

Girl!!!! I haven’t been on Tumblr in a while, but whenever I come crawling back, I have to — HAVE TO — go to your page because you’re always writing something scrumptious. This did NOT disappoint. Literally biting on my knuckles and kicking my feet over Rhysand being jealous. And that kiss! AH!!!! Delicious. Amazing. Rhysand panicking is amazing. 10/10. Beautiful. Lovely Rhysta content. Thank you! 🙂‍↕️

[spacerockfloater]

When Rhysand’s mother decided his future wife must be able to escape the clutches of a death god in order to prove her love for her son, Rhysand straight up surrendered Feyre to the Weaver. He sent his mate to a trap no other fae ever survived solely to satisfy his dead mother and his own ego.

When Tamlin had to make a woman profess her love for him in order to save all of Prythian at the risk of her getting harmed, he sent Feyre home.

Don’t ever get it twisted.

[unhealthyfanobsession]

I’m not watching this podcast but from the group chat updates all I can say is it sounds like SJM would take last place in a bar trivia night of her own books

[roughentumble]

love her. get his ass kiyohime

[roughentumble]

here's an image of her transforming back from dragon into a woman. queen

[theanishimori]

[mintykiwi]

oh wow get his ass.

[illyrianbuck]

firstborns meeting

[dimalry]

HI BABY, recently I’ve seen your genderbend version of Nesta and Cassian in the ACOTARverse you’ve created and I wanted to know if you’ve ever thought about Nestor and Eris as a female?? Since Eris is one of my favorite characters of all time and you’re one of my favorite artists I couldn’t help but wonder if you’ve came up with something for them too idk, I think it’d be quite interesting! Not to mention that Eris would be literally GORGEOUS as a female. 🤭

Oh yes I did! In fact, I have like 5 pieces of Neris 🤭I just haven‘t posted any of it. Plus, I‘d like to draw fem Cassian and Eris side by side

It’s very rough- maybe I‘ll clean it up in some weeks 👀

[amchapel]

I’ve struggled with imposter syndrome for as long as I can remember in the creative writing industry, but honestly? After listening to bits of SJM’s interview on ACOTAR6&7? She’s literally just free-balling. Not a single fucking care in the world. I can smell the retcons from a mile away. As long as the publisher thinks you can rake in money, who cares if the books are actually good? This is the most free I’ve felt about writing in a long time LMAO

[kateprincessofbluewhales]

Okay hater post! This post is for the haters!

So I made this poll two years ago and it was my most popular post ever. Lets try again, shall we, and see if we feel the same? Im updating it slightly since it seems like there will be more than one ship but we'll guess at who they are:

What literary crime will SJM commit in acotar 6/7?

Elain becomes a warrior

Rhys becomes High King

Tam is relegated to a 1D baddie and killed. Sassily.

Elucien/Gwynriel have inappropriately nasty sex their first time

Mor/Jesminda are slandered to make The Ship more pure

No wedding! Again!

Helion kills beron like a hero rather than LoA/Lu/Eris

We still dont know the name of ANY mother

Elain and Gwyn hate dresses ew

Someone wishes they were more like Rhys, the best of men 🥲

There will be an Artifact no one has heard of that solves a ridiculous problem

Voting ended onMar 6

[theladyofbloodshed]

Literally all of them

[amchapel]

[amchapel]

when sjm chose to do a “you’re stuck with someone you don’t like but they’re hot” for acotar 6&7 but nessian was right there… okay..

[willgrahamscock]

KILL AI AND REBLOG AND CREATE ART IN 2026

[saltwaffle]

full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009

[jetru]

remember when writers had to be all like: “omg omg lemon starts HERE” y’all are lucky that ao3 has tags and filters you can set

[domicileensnared]

Sometimes shit was marked “lemon” and it’d just be them making out, and sometimes they’d just start pissing on each other

No rules, no laws, you took your life into your hands opening fics

[frostyemma]

A/N: this contains SLASH, that means TWO MEN, if that makes you uncomfy, DON’T READ!

A/N: please don’t sue me, o anime overlords, I’m not making any money off of this! I’m just a broke student! I don’t have any money!

A/N: I totally wrote this while high off 10 Red Bulls wheeeeeee!!!!!

A/N: COMMENT if you want me to continue the next chappy!!!

[raimagnolia]

No, no, no

remember when there’d be interactions with the author and the characters?

InuYasha: I don’t get why I have to be here for this

A/N: Because it was in your contract!!1!1 *revs chainsaw*

[janekfan]

god those were lawless times. 

[the-apocryphal-one]

[amchapel]

I love that TikTok promoted a swastika necklace to me but is simultaneously shadowbanning my post on TikTok with picture evidence of said swastika being sold on their shop

[thethyri]

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[theladyofbloodshed]

i'm reading a published paper about sjm and i'm getting so angry

hm

except nesta's "sexual freedom" was her hitting rock bottom and sleeping with strangers which she was shamed for

acknowledgement of choice? when she's locked in a house with a man who can't not think with his dick?

and what about rhysand???? the man who has been abusing her since day one lmao. feyre waltzing into the hewn city whilst heavily pregnant in a scrap of fabric to still play his whore? cassian bullying nesta constantly until she's worn down and made his?

HUH????

feyre is empowered by rhys. her power comes from men. he distracts her with sex anytime she expresses discomfort or annoyance??

Ahhh yes the consensual moment where feyre is drugged and dances almost naked every night for rhys! that's consensual baybey!!!

i am in the twilight zone

don't even put hunt and cassian in the same sentence when you're comparing ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT!!!

this is a joke surely

if anybody wants to read it

[amchapel]

I think what’s more embarrassing is that I checked her works cited section, and she didn’t under-research; if anything, she read fruitful, peer-reviewed research… but just didn’t see how vastly wrong she was about her former opinion and just didn’t wanna change it.