Feysand Trash

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[astra-aeterna]

Feysand:

aced it 14/14 chapters | M | 87,410 words | complete The academic rivals to lovers AU. Because in every universe, Rhys will pick Feyre up when she falls.

F for Effort 1/1 chapter | T | 1,600 words | complete After Starfall Formal, Rhys still hadn't confessed his feelings to Feyre or otherwise expressed his interest. Apparently he isn't the only one frustrated by his inaction.

all the stars in the moonlit sky 7/7 chapters | T | 10,776 words | complete Vignettes of Feyre's second pregnancy Written for Feysand Week 2025

Between the Jaws of Fate 2/2 chapters | E | 9,922 words | rape/non-con | complete Feyre discovers two very shocking things at once: she's an Omega, and her new dog is... unusual. Written for ACOTAR Omegaverse Week 2025

Damage Control 2/13 chapters | E | 13,779 words | graphic violence | incomplete Feyre is (un)happily married to a politician, gets charmed by a secret agent, and watches as a life built upon on secrets and lies comes crumbling down around her.

Flight Risk 2/? chapters | E | 13,312 words | incomplete Feyre is born into the Court of Nightmares and will do anything to get out—including accepting a proposal from a male her father has no hope of refusing. Written for WhisperingMidnights for the ACOTAR Gift Exchange 2025

late night, your hands, my thighs 1/1 chapter | E | 5,278 words | mild dubcon | complete Feyre has never orgasmed with another person before. She enlists Rhys to help her solve this problem.

none of this was by design 3/3 chapters | E | 18,769 words | complete Feyre meets Rhys, and a month later, in a panic, kisses him to get her ex Tamlin to leave her alone.

party foul 1/1 chapter | M | 2,806 words | complete Feyre falls asleep at a party and falls victim to a humiliating prank.

run, baby, run // pretty please 3/3 chapters | E | 44,061 words | underage, rape/non-con | complete Feyre has always been close with her father. When that closeness crosses a line, they are ruthless in their attempts to ensure no one forces them back to what society deems 'appropriate'.

to share a body 1/1 chapter | E | 5,018 words | rape/non-con | complete Demon!Rhys possesses Human!Feyre and, despite her complaints, forces her to fuck herself while he's still nestled in next to her soul, sharing her body, sharing her pleasure.

she thinks i'm a saint (but divinity was never the aim) 3/3 chapters | E | 18,328 words | underage, dubcon | complete High school chemistry teacher Rhys unofficially takes guardianship of Feyre. She might have a little crush.

you're my real life fantasy 1/1 chapter | E | 8,820 words | dubcon | complete Feyre has been having some decidedly freaky dreams about Rhys and drunkenly reveals her own secret. What could possibly happen after that?

OTHER:

even the score Azriel/Cassian/Rhysand 1/1 chapter | E | 5,600 words | complete A competition that quickly gets out of hand turns into an... interesting idea.

divider by @tsunami-of-tears <3

[astra-aeterna]

got heated about the politics and intersectionality of infectious disease again when i checked up on the ebola outbreak so that’s how my day is going

[orpheuslament]

more men should be on their knees begging desperately. like in general

[noah-wyles]

all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again

[fluoritegalaxy]

Like to charge, reblog to cast.

[arsonistsfirefly]

:)

[byjove]

could you imagine if it happened this pride month

[thesistersarcheron]

for the sapphic showdown - Feyre x Elain and familiar (or Gwyn x Elain if you don't wanna do incest!)

“If you don’t wanna do incest”? Be so real, babe. Of course I’m choosing the incest option.

Feyre skimmed her fingertips down the familiar ladder of her sister's ribcage, counting the gentle ridges of flesh and bone as she went. It was a harder task now than it had been during the war—now that Elain had begun to eat again, that some light had returned to her eyes, that she'd seemed to come back to life in the frantic, festive weeks leading up to their first Winter Solstice in Velaris.

Thank the Mother.

Feyre was suddenly glad that she'd taken too much time away from her work in the past weeks. That she'd passed off her paperwork to Rhys and spent those newly freed hours watching Elain and the twins in the kitchen, or helping her sister cover the plants in the town house's small courtyard with burlap, or exploring strange fae marketplaces hand-in-hand with Elain.

So she burrowed deeper into the sheets of Elain's bed, tangling their legs together, and buried her face in the sweetly-scented hollow of her sister's throat. The sigh that gusted out of her, soft and relieved, filled the space between them with warm, wet heat.

Elain shuddered in her arms. Feyre tightened her grip on her waist, dotting small kisses across the smooth line of Elain's collarbone.

The gentle fingertips stroking little circles across Feyre's scalp paused. And, just as they had since their argument in the kitchen last week, the same ten words that had been circling in her mind rose back to the surface of Feyre's thoughts.

I don't want a mate. I don't want a male.

Feyre tightened her grip on her sister. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Elain's answer was a long time coming. For a moment, Feyre thought she might pretend not to know what she was asking, or that Elain simply might not say anything at all, might fall back on more dreadful silence as her answer. It had never been that way before—before, when they still shared their mother's old bed in the cottage every night, when they told one another everything they felt and thought and wanted, whispering under their breath so Nesta wouldn't wake.

When they knew one another. Loved one another, perhaps a bit more than two sisters should.

But, eventually, she whispered into Feyre's hair, "How could I? You're married—mated—and I…"

I don't want a mate.

"I thought you were mourning for— him." Bitterness rose up in the back of her throat, and Feyre swallowed it down. Hard. "Graysen."

I don't want a male.

She was hardly in any position to be jealous. Not when Graysen, the bastard, had soundly rejected her sister in front of them all. When Lucien, who was as good a male as any, was waiting in the wings for a mate who didn't want him back. Not when Feyre was the sister with the husband, the mate, and Elain spent every night alone in the guest bedroom across the hall.

I don't want a mate. I don't want a male.

When, she realized, she had forced Elain to watch her settle into her new life with Rhys, ignoring every sign that something wasn't quite right with her sister. When she'd hoped that getting swept off of her feet by a mate might fix her, might take her mind off of the strange, phantom-limb ache of missing her sister's body in the bed beside her, just like it sometimes did for Feyre.

"No, I… Maybe. But mostly, I was worried about…"

The hand in Feyre's hair twitched, as if to pull back. But before it could, Feyre grabbed her sister by the wrist, anchoring her hand in place.

"About what?"

She could practically hear Elain roll her eyes. "Rhys. The High Lord down the hall?"

Feyre huffed, jealousy forgotten, a grin tugging at her lips. "Are you going to sing me the nursery rhyme? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, beware the fae prince who arrives with the dusk—"

"Feyre!"

"Don't worry about him." She drew back, gazing through the darkness into Elain's lovely, scandalized face. She tucked a strand of golden-brown hair behind her sister's ear. "He knows how important sisters are."

And what a pleasant surprise that had been. When she dropped her shields for Rhys on Solstice night, she'd expected to be met with horror, revulsion—not time-faded memories of a dark-haired, violet-eyed female that were a damned mirror of her own memories of Elain. Not a smirking mate kicking her out of their bed the next night, a tendril of his darkness herding her across the hall and between her sister's sheets.

Elain pressed her lips together tightly. "Oh?"

"Mhm." Feyre bent her head, kissing Elain until she went lax and boneless again. "I told you. These Night Court fae have a funny way of showing affection."

Elain shook her head, disbelief etched into her features. But her dark eyes—those were so soft that Feyre's stomach flipped and fluttered at the mere sight.

"Everything is so fucked up here, Feyre."

"Extremely fucked up," Feyre agreed with a serious nod.

And then, just because she was Elain's little sister, just because she could and because Elain clearly wasn’t expecting it, she dug her fingers into Elain's side until Elain squirmed and bucked beneath her, giggling.

When Elain was breathless, torn between laughter and fury, Feyre reminded her, "And I'm their High Lady. So I believe I have to set the bar for 'fucked up,' so to speak."

With a twist of her hips and a breathless grunt, Elain pushed Feyre back onto the mattress.

A smile—a true smile, bright as the sun—lit up Elain's face. "You'll have to get creative."

"I can think of a few things." Feyre gripped Elain's full hips and hauled her closer. "I'm a very creative person."

Elain's hair formed a curtain around them as she bent forward, veiling them from view, her lips skimming Feyre's. "Thank the forgotten gods for that."

@sjmsapphic

[butchbearss]

not to be perverted but can we cuddle and talk about random things until the sun rises?

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[subaru-copilot]

it gets to a point that is just weirder if they didn't fuck

[subaru-copilot]

you did all this and it was not even because you wanted to bang him? weirdo

[snowwhitewithanxiety]

Everyone bitching about who was the worse friend: Feyre or Lucien

And I’m over here like “leave them alone! They love each other!!!!😭😭😭”

[the-lonelybarricade]

Will never ever ever forget this wonderful analysis of their friendship by @whatishowedyouinthedark

[reinapepiada]

shipping a consensual, safe & sane pairing all the while i'm shaking my head in disapproval so the audience knows i still love wildly toxic abusive fictional dynamics

[riverpiracy]

do you think a 22 yr old is too young for a 24 yr old?

i mainly fuck divorced fathers so i wouldn't know too much about that.. but yeah i think they should both be put to death

[netherworldpost]

;)

[pmamtraveller]

The Bite, by Edvard Munch (1914)

[bookofjudith]

Just found out my preternatural ability to predict doom and death and destruction in every aspect of my life is actually an anxiety disorder and not a clairvoyant gift from god for his specialest favorite most nerve-ridden hyperventilating little girl

[kosmogrl]

not a good person but not a bad person either. I can be a bitch but I’m very kind too. I’ll just never be as kind as I wish I was, but also not as bad as I fear I am