I saw someone say that they thought Andrew choking Kevin out was out of character but I think its very much in character. Like Andrew pulled a knife on Nicky for flirting with Neil. His cousin, the same cousin who he protected from getting beaten up. And that was for just flirting. Kevin knew who Neil really was, who his father was, what was going to happen and that Neil was most likely going to die. Of course Andrew reacted violently, it was obvious he fell in love with Neil and he goes to extremes for people he love. And even if you think that knife incident was just bc of the drugs, Andrew murdered his birth mother bc she was hitting Aaron. It was definitely in character
feyre’s always been confident with her sexuality. she never made a big deal out of it. even as human she was like “yeah we just fuck no biggie”. so i truly don’t understand why people make her seem like she’s the sexually shy one whether it’s a fanart or fic. i truly find it so weird when they make her all insecure because “rhys is more experienced” when she’s always made her peace with sexuality.
“Good news! terrasenshighlady is posting again!” The way I ran to open the app.
You’re so right though and you should say it. Feyre was insecure romantically for the first two books but this was balanced out by her being confident during sex.
Feyre: Tells Rhys to fuck her against a wall so hard all of the paintings and pictures fall off, enters Rhysand’s mind and basically has sex with herself.
Certain people in this fandom: I just feel like Feyre really blushes and gets nervous when Rhys flirts with her, and he has to talk her through everything and make it super soft and gentle for her.
bffr.
I will open those books right damn now and remind the people of every feysand smut scene written.
I WILL SERVE YOU 'TIL THE END OF DAYS
a post-hell bent darlingstern fic
by lilypottersghost on ao3
rating: e | wc: 12k | ship: alex/darlington
summary: in the aftermath of darlington's return from hell, both he and alex are plagued by fear and guilt as they attempt to salvage the remains of their friendship.
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Weeks slipped by as New Haven got colder. The temperate autumn grew darker and meaner, and Alex felt like they were teetering on the edge of a cruel winter. Wind tunnels howled between buildings, morning frost crunched under boots, and the last of the leaves dropped like blood from their branches.
Alex, Dawes, Darlington, Tripp, and Mercy tended to travel campus in pairs, weathering the storm of demons that had been set upon them. The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, had become Alex’s latest favorite death words, muttered under her breath several times a day. And everywhere, the ceremony of innocence is drowned.
The six of them kept protections on hand. Turner too, though he only came to campus if someone asked him for a ride Alex preferred sticking with Darlington; it was easiest for them to face the demons together. If anyone were ever in a real bind, they called Alex and Darlington, since they were the strongest.
“You’re like, a demon-fighting duo!” Tripp said one day after the two of them had fought off a demon that came after Mercy.
But after the first week, most demons grew wary of them. Now they only attacked when they were at their strongest, when they had the most negative emotions on which to feed.
“Maybe you should start meditations,” Mercy suggested one morning as they were getting ready for class. “Daily affirmations to keep your spirits up, that sort of thing.”
Images of Mira with her yoga classes, crystals, and incense flashed in Alex’s mind. She wanted to shake her head, but she was grateful that Mercy was even still speaking to her. “That sounds like a good idea,” she said, smiling at her roommate.
Lethe business continued on. Alex split her time between JE and Il Bastone, mostly so she could spend time researching solutions with Dawes and Darlington. Every Thursday, she and Darlington observed a ritual and placated Walsh-Whiteley with detailed reports. He hadn’t pushed either of them about the details of Darlington’s reappearance. Alex was sure that he didn’t want to know the truth; he’d much rather have Darlington—demon or not—here to oversee Lethe business than leave the job to two women.
Darlington did his best to talk her up during their meetings, letting her answer most of the questions the Praetor asked them so that she would come across as the better prepared one, but Alex knew it was a lost cause.
Darlington had taken up a permanent residence at Il Bastone, going to Black Elm a few times a week for upkeep and to check in on Cosmo. Alex secretly hoped that this would be the end of it, that he would finally put that house and all the terrible memories it held within its walls to bed. But it was only wishful thinking on her part.
if i had a nickel for every time i formed a deep attachment to a leigh bardugo ship that hadn't even kissed yet, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
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