ACOTAR/feysand side blog. Main blog is @borgeslabyrinth. Ao3 is lumberjackbeards.
My works:
this is fact not fiction (for the first time in years)
From the moment he first laid eyes on her, Rhysand knew she was it for him. She was in the middle of the shop, twirling a small girl around and laughing. As they twirled she laughed and laughed, her smile wide and sparkling, her hair a shining wave behind her. He swore when he heard that laugh, the whole world was cast in a golden light.
From that minute, he knew he wanted her to be his wife; knew that he would do anything to hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life. There was only one tiny problem… he was going to put her out of business and ruin her life.
The You’ve Got Mail au that no one asked for.
You're Too Sweet for Me
“Mr. Knight, I would like to introduce you to Feyre Archeron, the artist we were speaking about." Ressina introduced them with a proud smile.
“Please call me Rhys.” He took both of her hands in his, not even paying attention to the fact that she was definitely getting paint on him. His eyes were even more captivating up close, especially with the way he was looking at her like she was a revelation, like he was a mere acolyte seeing proof of his god for the first time. “You are my favorite artist- it is such an honor to meet you.”
Feyre- Gods help her- laughed in his face. “I’m sorry,” she said between gasps, “Does that ever actually work?”
and they were roommates! (oh my god, they were mates)
When Mor called him in the middle of the night, begging him to take in her friend, she left out some key details. Namely that said friend was an injured omega who smelled like heaven. It wouldn’t have changed his mind about taking her in, but he would have appreciated a heads-up, as opening the door and finding a bruised and cowering omega on his doorstep had his instincts roaring to the forefront. If Rhys had even a sliver less self control he would have yanked her into his house before triple locking the doors to make sure she was safe and protected with him forever.
Suffice to say, it was not an auspicious start.
Written for Omegaverse Week day three: Purring and Cuddles
if you ever come back
“Hey, Rhys.” Everything stops, the world caught on the groove as his life changes. He can hear Feyre's smile, her nervousness. It had been so long since he had heard her say his name. He wants her to do it again; he wants her to never stop saying it. It could be the last thing he ever heard and he would die a happy man.
His voice comes out so thick with grief that he barely recognizes it as his. “I thought I had lost you forever.”
“That’s a silly thought,” she says, like it's so simple. Like it's normal, being separated for so long. Like his fears were unfounded. “I’m right here."
The dream ends, but wrapped up in his blessed, overwhelming relief, he doesn’t recognize it. Finally, finally the world makes sense again.
Princess Treatment
Feyre didn’t need to think about where to go, it was like there was a string pulling her towards the one place she would always be safe.
Rhys.
Rhys would protect her- even if he was mad at her for abandoning him, he would never let anyone hurt her. His home was the safest place in the world.
What's a girl to do when her abusive boyfriend cheats on her? Go running to daddy, of course!
Azriel smiled faintly. “Would you like me to show you the garden?” She seemed so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them. But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded—just once.
Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.” Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.
✨Art by aurithemoon
✨Commissioned by me
✨Please do not repost without permission. Likes and shares are appreciated.
knight/lord ships are like. what if i would die for you. what if i wanted you to live for me. what if i wanted to touch you but could only be satisfied with being near you. what if i could touch you but only through the safety of our gloves. what if i couldn’t stop thinking about you right next to me. what if i bloodied my hands for you and never looked back at the wreckage. what then
what if i wasn’t allowed to love you. what if i loved you anyway. what if you knew and i knew but we wouldn’t dare to take that step. what if we made meaningful eye contact as i knelt at your feet and devoted my whole being to you. what if i whispered your name for only you to hear
the archeron sisters act that way because they were neglected. feyre rejects proper care because she was neglected. nesta craves princess treatment because she was neglected. elain carefully curated a version of herself that she thinks will earn affection because she was neglected. they were all neglected.
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