So, I probably should’ve done this intro post earlier, since I’ve already been posting a lot, but here we are lol. I’m Nina, and I’m 23 years old. As you can probably tell from my posts, I’m absolutely in love with ACOTAR, especially Feyre’s trilogy. You’ll find a lot of content about the series here, because it’s honestly one of my strongest obsessions.
Now, a little about me—Feyre, Rhys, the Inner Circle and Elain hold a special place in my heart, and I will NOT tolerate any slander towards them here. I love them, flaws and all, and they’re central to my love for these books. That said, while I’ll always be a Feysand girly at heart, I also loveeeee Elriel so so much and you’ll definitely see plenty of posts about them too.
I try my best to keep this space kind and positive. I’m not here for hate, drama, or negativity, and I’ll be blocking, deleting, and reporting anything that doesn’t align with my intended vibe on my account . So if you’re here for positivity, love of this series, and even little glimpses into my mind, I’d love to connect! Can’t wait to make new friends, hear all your amazing thoughts and see your beautiful art. 💙🌙✨🫶🏼⭐️💫
this and in acomaf, the very First time feyre asks rhysand if she can go with him he takes her.
whenever she asked tamlin to go with him, she really just didn’t want to be left behind or alone. when she went with rhys, she didn’t even come out of her room. she just wanted to go— UGHHHH THIS SPECIFIC SCENE ALWAYS MAKES ME SO SOFT
NOTHINGGGG like character kneeling and desperately apologizing or confessing with their head against their love interest’s stomach. Extra points if the love interest is crying.
. The womb arguement. Its disgusting, misogynistic, reductive and insulting. There is absolutely no valid reason for anyone to be using this as “evidence” for Gwynriel. Find something else.
. The whole “Elain is secretly attracted to Lucien” - given the fact Elain avoids him, shrinks back and loses her boldness around Lucien- all signs of someone being uncomfortable, this “theory” is literally just a HC. Lets not act as though its actually a valid theory when everything in the books suggest otherwise.
. Elriel to Elriel, don’t do it. Don’t enter the reddit ship debate group. Save yourself the headache, it is not WORTH it. No matter how much they want to convince you, it is NOT a pro elriel space.
. Lets leave behind assigning real political groups/titles to people online who you do not know. It is weird, pathetic and honestly crossing boundaries.
. Dissing fanart unless it’s pointedly problematic. Especially commissions. Trying to get comms taken down or going online to diss a commision is not only disrespectful, insensitive and immature but also just screams insecurity.
Here’s to a better year in the fandom where we finally get some news.
Y’all remember the male from Cretea that came to aid Rhys in the war against hybern? Drakeon? Are we in agreement that he’s sexy as hell because his cockiness along with the good heart and power had me weak for a moment in acowar. I wish SJM would show some fucking compassion and give us more of these sexy people ffs.
Soft things Rhys does that send Feyre absolutely feral…
Author's note: my fingers slipped and some of these fell on the spicier side.
Loves to kiss her forehead. Sometimes it’s a quick peck, sometimes he cups her face in his large hands and lingers there for a moment, hums against her skin. Other times he appears at her side and slowly presses multiple soft kisses into the side of her forehead, right by her eye, and she has no idea how something so innocent has her weak with need for him.
Brings her peppermint tea and always puts a little biscuit on the saucer. Serves it to her with a wink and a bow. “My Lady.” She rolls her eyes but she knows he can hear how her heart stutters, sees the smile that lifts the corners of her lips. Thank you, she’ll say into his mind, caressing that solid black wall of adamant. In reply, he’ll stroke a talon sensuously across her own mental shield, sending a shiver down her spine.
Holds her hand everywhere they go. But like, holds it. Consciously. Seeks out her hand immediately no matter where they are or where they’re going. Locks his long fingers through hers, gives her hand a squeeze, periodically brushes his thumb across her knuckle and she feels it everywhere. He only lets go if absolutely necessary (and he deems very few situations absolutely necessary).
Will sleep all night with his arms banded round her. All. Night. Holds on tighter and whimpers if she tries to get up. Actually whimpers. The sound goes straight to her core and she chooses not to reflect too much on what that says about her. She thought sleeping like this would get old fast, that she’d crave her own space, but she doesn’t. In fact, she lives for it—feels safe and cherished and, let's be honest, horny as hell. She struggles to drift off on occasions when she or Rhys have to stay apart.
Every now and then he tugs on the bond for no reason other than to check that she’s there. She can’t explain it, but she knows the difference between him reaching out for a reason and him reaching out just because he loves her. It feels different. A warmth spreads through her from the source of that tug and she’ll suddenly find herself yearning for him. She sends an equivalent wave of warmth back to him and can feel him purr and stretch like a cat.
Praises her form in training (both magic and combat) with “good girl”. She knows that he knows what it does to her—knows he can scent her arousal every time, notices her flushed cheeks and wide eyes. Doesn’t care if there are others around—if anything, he enjoys it. So does she, if she’s honest. She gets him back later on by oh so innocently looking up at him while he’s thrusting into her and asking whether she’s still his good girl? It tips him over the edge instantaneously, spilling into her with a roar loud enough to bring down a mountain.
Leaves her notes when he's away even though he could just speak directly into her mind. Sometimes it's a sweet message to say 'I love you', or 'remember to drink water, darling' or 'if you need to kill anyone today, try not to make a mess'. Other times the note is basically a full-length, totally shameless fanfiction about what he's going to do to her when he returns. There’s always a pen waiting nearby for her to reply, which she is more often than not found holding with trembling fingers and a flushed face. Sometimes she replies and gives as good as she gets, sometimes she merely writes Come home NOW.
Tells her he'll be busy this evening but the plans are actually with her. Delights in surprising her with his presence, especially if she’s already run herself a bath. “I thought you were busy?” she’ll ask, watching as he saunters over to the tub. “I am” he’ll reply, coming to a stop in front of her and dropping to his tattooed knees. “I’m busy doing whatever you’d like me to do, Feyre darling. Where shall I start?” And Cauldron boil her if she doesn’t completely fucking unravel.
