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In case you forgot:

-Rhys was the only one that bet on Feyre to win the first test -Rhys was the only reason Feyre won the second test at all -Rhys preoccupied Feyre by taking her to all of those parties, and he never once touched her inappropriately -Rhys could have made the bargain for every week of the month and Feyre would have said yes, but he didn’t -Rhys didn’t call in the bargain until she asked for help -Rhys noticed immediately that Feyre wasn’t sleeping or eating well -MOR MET FEYRE ALREADY KNOWING SHE WAS RHYS’S MATE -Rhys taught Feyre how to read while Tamlin just made fun of her -Rhys never treated her like a prisoner, only a guest -RHYS WAS THE ONLY ONE TO NOTICE FEYRE FALLING APART -Even when she was trapped in the manor, Rhys wanted to rescue her himself, but he had Mor do it so he didn’t break any rules that could endanger Feyre (“You’re free.” Mor said. Not safe. Not protected. Free.) -Rhys encouraged Feyre to train and discover her powers, while Tamlin told her to keep them locked up (LIKE HOW HE LOCKED HER UP) -Tamlin promised to give her more freedom and have less guards follow her around, but then took it back and added even more guards -Rhys never once had people follow her around, she always had complete freedom -RHYS HAS ALWAYS CARED MORE THAN TAMLIN. EVEN WHEN FEYRE HATED HIM, HE NEVER GAVE UP ON HER AND NEVER SAW HER ANY LESS THAN WHAT SHE IS, HIS EQUAL IN EVERY WAY

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I may have sobbed (a lot)

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Alternative ACOTAR Titles

ACOTAR - A Court of Tamlin and Rhysand

ACOMAF - A Court of Mating and Fucking

ACOWAR - A Court of Wanting a Rhysand

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Cassian: *playing out of tune guitar*

Azriel: you take requests?

Cassian: sure

Azriel: please stop

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Doctor: Can you tell me what hurts the most

Me: *Pulls out a copy of Empire of Storms*

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If Feysand continued their reading lessons

Rhys: so Feyre, what does this say

Feyre: Rhys…

Rhys: Tell me what it says

Feyre: *sighs* No matter what anyone says…

Rhys: continue

Feyre: Rhysand’s wingspan is bigger than Azriel’s

Rhys: :)

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Imagine

You’re showering and Rhysand steps under the water behind you. He wraps his hands around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder whilst laughing gently, you then scream and beat him with your shampoo bottle, because how the fuck did he get in your house

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Azriel’s Wingspan (Reblog if you agree)

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Top 10 times my heart broke for Rhysand

#1 When she never smiled at him

I waited for you at breakfast, but you slept in. Or avoided me, apparently. And I tried to catch your eye this afternoon, but you were so good at shutting me out completely.” “Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was so easy for Tarquin to get in?” “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.” The rest of the world faded to mist as the words sank in. “You are jealous.”

and that one time she finally did

His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. “Smile again,” he whispered. I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward … And this male before me … my friend … For all that he had done, I had never given him either. Even when I had just … I had just painted something. On him. For him. I’d—painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. “You’re exquisite,” he breathed.

#2 When Rhys confessed to having his wishes unfulfilled

“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?” He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”

#3 When we find out what his nightmares were about

“I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,” Rhys said with equal quiet. “From dying. From wanting to die.” I began to shake my head, but he said, “I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”

#4 When the High Lord of Night Court physically flinched from an emotional wound

“What is it that you want, Feyre?” I had no answer. I didn’t know. Not anymore. “What is it that you want, Feyre?” I stayed silent. His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.” “Perhaps I don’t know what I want, but at least I don’t hide what I am behind a mask,” I seethed. “At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?” He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.

and when we learned how deep that wound went

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you… you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.” “I deserved to know.” “The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me - a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him

#5 When he considered settling for ‘whatever pieces she offered him’

“You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should tell you, or wait - or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”

#6 When he cried…

“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered.

But I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I thrashed, unable to out-scream the pain. “Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand. Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared

-A Court of Thornes and Roses

#7 When he spent 3 months thinking she hated him

“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”

#8 When he put her happiness above his own

“I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”

#9 When he thought he wasn’t that type of person for her

“I heard what you told him,” he said. “That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too.” “So?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “I was jealous—of that. That I’m not … that sort of person. For anyone.“

#10 When we found out that all this time he had been in love with Feyre

“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”

Quotes from ACOMAF and ACOTAR

On a happier note: Another Top 10 for Rhys

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Person: what are your goals in life?

Me, an intelectual: to be high lady of the night court

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Clear your mind here

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Wait for someone who says, “Holy crap, how did I get so lucky?” when you walk in the door, absolutely exhausted from work at 6pm after being married for 30 years. Wait for that, it’s more than worth it.

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