𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝗍𝗈   𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾   𝗐𝗁𝗈   𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄   𝖺𝗍   𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠   𝖺𝗇𝖽   𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ

[faeruuh]

ㅤㅤprivate blog for 𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 , 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 of the acotar series . very slow activity , canon divergent & based off personal headcanons . very critical of s.jm . bonded with 𝗅𝗈𝗅𝖺 , 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒𝟦 , 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋 . rules under the cut .

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ㅤ₀₁ ) this is a private blog for mutuals . crossovers are welcome . triggering & mature content will be present . i tag triggers as 'tw___' . i have no triggers myself but if this changes i will make a post .

ㅤ₀₂ ) activity will vary between low & sporadic . i have adhd hence i tend to have issues with fixation & inattention which translates onto my blogs at times . i'm also a psychology student atm so studying comes first . please be patient with me . i can be found at @iudicatus ﹙ main ﹚ or if we're mutuals you can reach out via dms or request my discord .

ㅤ₀₃ ) i am open to shipping with chemistry . although please be aware just because something is canon in acotar does not mean i agree with the ship . smut / other sexual themes will be present on this blog at times , if your age is not visible on your blog i will not interact & likely block .

ㅤ₀₄ ) i will be exercising my right to softblock & hardblock . i won't interact with those who write muses who are n/zi's , r/cists , alb/ists , or hom/phobes . i will immediately block anyone who expresses support for the above or any other problematic behaviours , i.e. islamophobia , vague blogging , antisemitism , using underaged or deceased fcs .

psd creds : ariapsds & carestuff .

[faeruuh]

might be a teeny tiny revamp occurring since i've got a free schedule atm ..

[faeruuh]

new feyre fc ... ? potential revamp ?

[faeruuh]

the real question is … should i read fourth wing ?

[prythaei]

he leans against the rail of the balcony, nursing a glass full of liquor barely a finger's width from full. it's been a long day, and it isn't his first glass of the night. he downs a mouthful that burned less than the last. he relishes the smouldering oak taste on his tongue. “ you've met me and my inner circle, you think we're the type to tell white lies? ” his attempt at humour is quickly silenced by the look on her face. he offers her a swig from his glass. he stretched his wings. his back ached every now and then from the lack of use. he'd never admit it though. he exhales, voice barely above a whisper. “ i'm broken too. i'm still—piecing myself together. ” he clenches his hands by his sides, laid bare with the vulnerability he offered. but she had done the same. gods he'd never admit it to anyone but her. “ you're never going to be the same again you're different now. in more ways than one. but that doesn't mean you won't heal— that you can't heal. you will. ”

@faeruuh said: i'm broken. and i don't need anyone to try to feed me white lies about it. something inside me is broken and it isn't just going to be put back like it was.

[faeruuh]

         she supposed not , the night court inner circle reminded her more of a family than a rigid hierarchy . the warmth they'd extended to her during those initial visits indicated people who valued honesty . perhaps it was her own insecurity that questions intentions , or the manner in which she was treated by the spring court ; tamlin , lucien & ianthe , all treating her like a PORCELAIN DOLL who might splinter into a million shards at any second . at least rhys' circle saw beyond the gaunt silhouette . either that or they were impeccable actors , given their high lord's flare for dramatics it wasn't that far fetched . palette dries , tongue sticks to the roof of mouth & halts any words she may attempt . head shakes instead , wanting to ensure she knows his court wouldn't feed her HOLLOW LIES . what catches her off guard is the dip in silky cadence , the softness , a vulnerability she doubted he showed many . ❝  you keep your composure well . i'd never guess .  ❞ to bare witness to another side is an honor she won't soon forget . ❝  i did horrible things , i hurt people . i now have to carry that for many — hundreds of years . will my human heart be able to bare an immortality saddled with that guilt ?  ❞

[prythaei]

he repeated the words, as if he needed to hear it again for it to be real... and to make her hear it. gods he suspected since calanmai. he'd heard her voice and knew it. “ you're my mate. ” and his mate was in love with another male. she had died for another male. no, she was in love with fucking tamlin! the gods certainly had a wicked sense of humour. still lost in his thoughts, his smirk was bordering on a grimace. “ i'd ask you to look in my eyes and ask if i'm tricking you, but we both know you'd assume the worst of me. ” mother knows he'd given her every reason to. he could feel her nausea coil in his stomach, the distaste lingering on his tongue. or was it his? his violet gaze softened as he took her in. he'd take anything she'd give him—a second, a minute, an hour. but it wasn't enough. the bargain was a semblance of hope he clung to; one that he'd leave alone until she called for him. but things had changed now. he crooned, “ you felt it, feyre. that was no trick. i can't conjure a mating bond. though, i am flattered you think i'm that powerful. ”

[faeruuh]

         stomach stills the second he speaks words again , an oddly comforting undertone eases the frayed nerves that keep her on edge . the concepts such as mating that were intertwined in the fabric of fae history remained foreign to the girl who had been human merely days ago . what limited knowledge she did have felt rather insufficient while she faced a flurry of new sensations . naturally , she is curious . bound by the INQUISITIVE nature that'd kept her & her family alive all those years : learning to hunt being among the few learnt skills . understanding the pull toward a high lord who was not her own struck another wave of guilt into her core . ❝  i don't assume the worst of you . not anymore .  ❞ head is held high as she admits honest truth . for what he'd done under the mountain her opinions shifted , painting him in a better light . brows are furrowed , shooting him a distasteful glare , ❝  ego aside , why now ? while we were .. down there , WERE YOU AWARE of the mating bond ?  ❞ a pause , inhaling a sharp breath at the pain that thuds in chest , ❝  i can't turn my back on tamlin simply because you claim we are mates . it isn't fair .  ❞

[prythaei]

the force of the bond striking had him stumbling backwards. it thrummed inside him, reverberating against his bones. it was pure and unyielding. what had he ever done right to deserve it? to deserve prythian's cursebreaker as his mate? frantic emotions tunnelled into him; confusion and curiosity. they were hers. she was practically shoving it down his throat. he forced in deep breaths but all he found was her sweet floral scent. she didn't know what it meant. she didn't understand the mating bond. his violet eyes never left hers. “ feyre— ” still half wild and primal, he closed the distance between them only after he felt her need to. and he fought the urge to touch her, to touch his mate. his voice was low and deep, as he whispered. “ you're my mate. ”

[faeruuh]

         somewhere nestled in mind were hazy memories , an evening stroll within the spring court's grounds where tamlin explained the garden was a mating gift from his father to his mother , another where he vaguely explained the scope of the mate bond . the subject rarely moved to psyche's forefront , though if it had , she never would've dreamed the night court high lord was her person . it crashes into her with such weight she audibly gasps . shouldn't it be tamlin ? the trials were endured to free him , along with the other fae . wasn't her determination a testament to that love ? once proximity is closed she doesn't dare breathe . he willingly stuck his neck out for her during the trials , she acknowledged it WITHOUT hesitation , but being mated along with being newly made fae ? her mind spun & nausea rolled in stomach . ❝  i can't be .  ❞ timbre barely makes its way up larynx to pass lips , fracturing beneath suffocating truth . ❝  how do i know this isn't a TRICK ? another way to get more time ? is a week every month not enough ?  ❞

[prythaei]

as he locked his gaze on hers, just as he began to sink into the comfort of his shadows and disappear, it snapped. the mating bond snapped in place. there was no mistaking the bond that willed their souls to cleve together. his nostrils flared. eyes wide and wild. shock coursed through him—pure, unadulterated shock. his body threatened to tremble with primal instinct. he locked his joints in place lest he falter. he could have gone to his knees right then... for her. feyre. she was his mate. his breathing stilled, she was his mate. his mate. his mate. his mate. the high lord would have forced himself to disappear right then... had he not seen the same shock mirrored on her face too.

@faeruuh

[faeruuh]

         an indescribable sensation thrummed into veins , amplified further when gaze connected with his . this new body was already an overwhelming adjustment & just when she thought she had a loose grasp on the concept another unfamiliar feeling proved her wrong . breath hitches upon realisation expression that crosses his slanted features is shocked also . did that mean he felt it too ? it had to be the bargain she'd made while on the verge of succumbing to her injuries . without having the same breadth of knowledge as the other high fae , feyre felt inclined to take a step forward : inquisitive nature remained even in new form . ❝  rhys , what is it ?  ❞

[prythaei]

heart swelling at her words, the purest devotion and loyalty. he's nuzzling her back, practically purring against her through their mental bond. it's answer enough; he knows she would. even if the thought of her in danger raises his hackles and grinds his teeth—there's primal pride resonating in his chest, for his mate. that she'd protect him as fiercely as he would her. “ i'll do everything i can to keep everything we hold dear. ” he hums, callouses caressing her hand in loving touches. rhys would do anything to steal her worry away. “ i vow it to you. ”

[faeruuh]

         a hushed sigh echoes out loud , the high lords departing in order to return to own tents & relay the information to their generals . in times like these when tensions were high , alliances were fraught , & the slightest inkling of weakness could break everything they'd built , she is thankful for that bond . a sacred place just for them . she can be wholly herself & know he'd accept it without hesitation . ❝  including yourself . do not sacrifice yourself .  ❞ she murmurs softly , the delicate sound breaching reality . feyre needed to speak it into existence to ensure he truly heard the request . ❝  your vow will mean nothing if ....  ❞

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@faeruuh.

walk into the cottage, small smile upon features. friendly enough, even if a little uncertain in nature. not exactly every day the high lady is in the illyrian camps, at least not to her knowledge. supposed to train, but as usual something came up. some other tasked deemed more important and she didn't have it in her to protest anymore. so she is here, tray between her hands, food and something to drink upon it.     ❝   where do you want me to put it ?   ❞

[faeruuh]

         accompanying the general to camps had been met with cautioning words ; the illyrian's weren't fond of changing their ways . the high lady simply responded with a knowing smile , determination glinting in hues just like it had during the trials . upon their arrival there was no protest when she had been ushered into the cabin , tucked away & sequestered under the guise of formalities . honeyed timbre bides her time , refraining from scolding as she catches cassian's eye . when deemed appropriate she would summon their generals , commanders & leaders , men who did not accept shifting traditions , & inform them ancient ways were no longer suitable . until then , high lady curls onto a chair with book in hand , her attention shifting when another enters the room . ❝  the table will do fine ,  ❞ gaze flickering to weathered oak in corner as she closes chosen literature . ❝  thank you , would you like to join me ?  ❞

[prythaei]

their bond is sacred to him. he relishes in their closeness, running his fingers down the bond again in reassuring touches. “ we've survived worse. ” it's bitter on his tongue, the reminder of it. they had survived worse. before he can stop it, his primal instincts flare. he'd protect her. he'd let the whole world burn if it'd save her. “ i'd give it all, for you. ”

[faeruuh]

         she is aware of his devotion , the fierce need to protect those he cherishes the most even if the cost is too great . sylphlike digits reach across the bond to meet his & interlock lovingly , a statement in itself . ❝  i'd do the same for you .  ❞ he was the other half of her soul made tangible , she'd give everything to save him . ❝  i ...  ❞ a soft sigh exhales , ❝  — i'm afraid .. after what we've been through to get here , i can't bare the idea of loosing it all .  ❞

[prythaei]

talons against her shield of adamant, a caress—as he croons through their mental bond. “ feyre darling. ” a beat. “ you've been quiet today. ”

@faeruuh gets a short starter!

[faeruuh]

         psyche nuzzles against the affectionate touch , their bond had quickly become a place of solace . ❝  will we survive it ? you have given so much already , i don't want your life to be another .  ❞

[loresode]

a late night flight. that’s normally what nyx would do when he was unable to sleep, however he was well aware that his parents were awake, currently roaming the house … well one of his parents. after begging his father to allow him to travel to the court of nightmares with him, their conversation only ended in a fight causing the boy to lash out at rhys before storming up to his bedroom. cassian tried talking to him, followed by azriel and shortly after mor but he wasn’t having any of it. and as rhys was traveling with the rest of the inner circle, nyx was left in the river house with his mother, feyre. his feet lightly made their way through the house after finally coming out of his room and the young male frowned when he spotted his mother sitting outside overlooking the city. so much for an inconspicuous flight. wings tucked back almost shameful, the boy tried to remain quiet before he ultimately gave up and took a seat beside her, overlooking velaris. 〝 you could have gone with him. i would have been fine by myself. 〞

@faeruuh liked for a starter

[faeruuh]

         THEIR HOME , a shining jewel nestled against the winding sidra , was now blanketed in a peaceful quiet . while feyre adored the rambunctious energy that filled the space it was often a delight to ruminate in the silence . the argument earlier that evening had undoubtedly set the tone for the rest of the night , nyx was bore from rhysand & herself after all , unwavering stubbornness was very likely woven into essence . by some small miracle he hadn't mastered the art of stealth , thank the mother . ❝  fine , or able to sneak out to fly without any repercussions ?  ❞ head tilts , jaw angled toward son . despite the maternal inflection there is a softness at it's core , even more apparent in the way grey-blue eyes soften at edges . ❝  darling boy i know you would have been alright here . i didn't stay to hover , i stayed because this house is far too big to be alone in .  ❞

[faeruuh]

@loststarlite

[faeruuh]

simply someone confiscate my internet access because my brain is swirling with ideas regarding rhysand's sister ...

[faeruuh]

in this house we love both our feyre fcs <33

[neveraftersbye]

eyes rolled dramatically as he shook his head, looking down at her. "if i preferred the company of nesta or morrigan, i would have invited them on this little mission, but i wanted to spend quality time with you." he tossed an arm over her shoulder, not-so-subtly drawing her closer to him as they passed through a more densely lit ( and infested ) area. a chuckle rumbled low in his throat. "yes, it is hereditary, i'm afraid," he half joked back, though it was pretty true. illyrians were notoriously bad at comforting others, even their own. especially their own. "at least we're charming, good looking, and unlike our illyrian friends, i actually have a sense of humor."

[faeruuh]

         𝘩𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑡𝘩, flicking them upwards to his taller stature . ❝  careful cassian , that sounded like a compliment .  ❞ she teases back , allowing him to pull her closer to avoid the influx of sprites teetering around their feet . brow lifts in inquiry , MELODIC LAUGHTER spilling past her lips . ❝  i'll make a point to teach you . after all , you helped me train when i first arrived .  ❞ for what the warrior lacked in reassuring abilities , he made up for in battle strategy & heart . ❝  humble too . is that what you'd call those brazen quips ? half of the time i wonder if you make them if only to watch the vein pulse on rhysand's forehead .  ❞