𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆: I'm twenty-one years old and writing my debut novel. If I'm not studying, reading, or tending to my guinea pigs, I'm writing the next big fanfiction that will take over my life for the next few months. I'm a Virgo and a Maryland, US based writer.
𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈: Butcher & Blackbird by Brynne Weaver
𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑶𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕: Emergence by Sleep Token
𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓: A Court of Thorns and Roses, Hazbin Hotel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, and just random chatting
Please check writing preferences before you send an ask
𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕: A Court of Heroes and Siphons [CWC: 23K]
The group chat is talking about the Miraculous Ladybug (2015‐present) to Hazbin Hotel (2019-present) pipeline. We want to know: can anyone else relate or is it just oddly specific to our group chat???
Used tags relevant in both fandoms, I want answers
Why don't you post fics much anymore :/ you said you'd come back but its been almost a year
Hi! Sorry, I'm just now seeing this. . . That's kind of a loaded question, actually, lol.
To put it in as little words as possible, I wanted to come back and share my writing with everyone, but some things prevented me from being able to do so when I wanted to.
This is the longer answer:
The BIG reason is the fact that when I was on my long hiatus last year, someone was in my inbox for a couple of weeks straight requesting a specific fic pairing for Hazbin Hotel. My heart wasn't in it, but I began writing it anyway. When I didn't have it ready when they apparently wanted it, they doxxed me. They were dealt with, and I never finished that fic. I haven't written for HH since, despite having about a dozen or so planned fic ideas for after the hiatus, prior to that incident.
On top of that, the ship wars and antis in the ACOTAR fandom made writing seem very un-fun to me for a while. That's not even including the people who want to tell me how to write, but won't write anything except unnecessary criticisms. . . The name calling I was subjected to for liking certain pairings or writing/liking certain characters, just wasn't worth it at some point. I can't understand getting mad at someone for their opinions on a pairing/character, then flipping the script when someone does it to you.
Not to mention, I'm writing my book still, while also nurturing my relationship and trying to move three states away from my current one. . . I wish I could do absolutely everything at once.
Summary: When Tamlin and Rhysand find out their kids are mates, they're forced to face their own unresolved past.
Warnings: none methinks?
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: hello hello! It's so good to be back baby!! Sorry this is a short one, but I didn't have much time to write and I also didn't know what else to write lol. It's a bit different from what I usually write so I hope you like it. I personally had so much fun writing their bickering. It's based on this request!
Main masterlist | Rhysand masterlist | Tamlin masterlist | AO3
The room was silent in that way that could only mean two things: either it was empty, or the people occupying it were immortal Fae who barely made any noise even while breathing.
The two males sat perfectly still across from each other, a small, round coffee table between their armchairs. The scene might have looked normal enough from the outside, but the tension between them could be cut with a knife. Maybe one of those Illyrian blades Rhysand had gifted Tamlin centuries ago, when things were less complicated.
It felt like a lifetime ago. And despite all the time between then and now, the two High Lords had never really made peace with what had happened. Not after their families’ deaths, not after Amarantha and Feyre, not after the destruction of the Spring Court and the decades it had taken to rebuild it.
And now, the possibility of becoming family loomed over them both like a burial shroud.
“So,” Rhysand finally said, breaking the silence and stopping what was only a moment away from becoming a staring contest. He leaned back in his armchair and crossed an ankle over a knee with all the nonchalance he could muster. “My son and your daughter.”
Tamlin's posture was rigid, his back stiff, not fully leaning against the back of the armchair. His hands gripped the armrests as if he was still debating whether to let his claws emerge or not.
“My daughter has clearly been abducted by your son.” His reply was dry, his voice full of disdain. “Hyacinth knows better than to mingle with the Night Court.”
A flash of something like frustration crossed Rhysand's violet eyes, but when he spoke, his voice carried his usual hint of amusement. “Mingle with the Night Court?” he repeated, one eyebrow slightly raised. “Last time I checked, we were allies, Tamlin.”
“The last time you checked was sixty years ago.”
“Oh?” A faint smirk graced his lips. “And did something happen in these sixty years for us to stop being allies?”
Tamlin's scowl didn't falter. “You visited only to see how I had rebuilt my court after your mate destroyed it.”
The change in Rhysand's relaxed posture was subtle—just a tick in his jaw—but it was there. “You locked her up and sold her sisters to Hybern.”
Nails began to slowly sharpen into claw tips. “Even if I had known what Hybern was planning with her sisters, my people shouldn't have had to pay the price of her retaliation.”
Rhysand inclined his head, the silence stretching for a few moments as he let his gaze slowly wander over Tamlin.
“Perhaps,” he conceded eventually. “But that was ninety years ago. Things are different now.”
“Ninety years don't change what she did,” Tamlin almost snarled.
Rhysand didn't miss a beat. “And four hundred years don't change what you did.”
Tamlin glared at him, but the other High Lord only stared back. They were at an impasse, neither of them willing to back down, but bringing up the past wouldn't lead anywhere. They could be stuck accusing each other of past mistakes for hours, and that wasn't what they were here to do.
A minute passed. Then two. And eventually, Tamlin let his claws shrink back into short nails.
“Where's Feyre?” He glanced around, as if he thought she might appear out of nowhere. “She couldn't be bothered to be here to discuss this matter?”
“She never wants to step into your court again, and I can't blame her.” Rhysand looked at his nails, examining them. Whether he was mocking his claws, Tamlin couldn't tell. “Besides, she's talking to Nyx. Making sure he knows what kind of family he'd become a part of if he truly decides to go through with this.”
The scowl returned to Tamlin's face. “You can think whatever you want about me, Rhysand, but I will not let you come into my house and imply my daughter is not a good person.”
Rhysand raised an eyebrow. “I never said she wasn't.”
Again, the two High Lords stared at each other. This time, it was Rhysand who broke the silence.
“Look,” he sighed, setting both his feet back on the floor and leaning forward in his chair. “I care about my son, you care about your daughter. And we both know we can't stop them if they decide to accept the bond.”
“Then why are you here?” Tamlin asked, skepticism lacing his words.
Rhysand clasped his hands in front of him. “I'm here to know what you're going to do. If you plan to stand in their way, or if you'll give them your blessing.”
“My blessing,” he repeated slowly, like he was testing the word as if it were a weapon. He didn't particularly like the sound of it.
Green eyes lingered on the gardens outside the large windows and the rustling leaves kissed by the last rays of day before meeting a violet gaze.
“My daughter claims to love your son,” Tamlin finally said, his voice quiet.
Rhysand inclined his head in a faint nod. “And Nyx claims to love her.”
“And why should I believe that's true?”
“I believe it,” Rhysand said simply. “And most importantly, your daughter believes it.”
“She's a young girl.”
“She's eighty.”
Silence fell again, and the staring resumed while they both considered their options.
Nyx and Hyacinth weren't children anymore, they could make their own decisions. And if their parents tried to stop them—even if those parents were two High Lords and a High Lady—they'd find a way to accept the bond anyway, and it would likely ruin their relationship with their family. But giving them their blessing would mean to welcome someone they could barely stand to see, someone with whom they had a complicated and unresolved history, into their family.
“Feyre and I won't stop them,” Rhysand stated. “Nyx is old enough to know what he wants, and his happiness comes first.” He sighed, straightening in his chair. “Even if it means letting him be with your daughter.”
Tamlin was quiet for a moment longer, but eventually, he gave a simple nod. “Hyacinth is more important than our old resentment. But,” he added quickly, “I want to meet your son first. The last time I saw him, he was sixteen. I want to make sure he'll treat her right.”
Rhysand didn't protest. Instead, his fingers lazily drummed on the armrest of his chair. “I'm sure that can be arranged. We'd also like to know who he'll spend the rest of his life with.”
Reaching an agreement—and doing so without the conversation escalating—was an impressive achievement in itself. Hard feelings still lingered between the two males, a bitterness that would likely never fully fade, but they were at least able to put it aside for the wellbeing of their children.
Rhysand was the first to rise. “I'll speak with my mate and my son,” he said, picking an imaginary speck of lint off his sleeve. “We will send you a message to arrange a meeting.”
Tamlin stood as well, simply offering another small nod. “Fine.”
Neither of them bothered with a farewell. The two High Lords exchanged one last glance before Rhysand winnowed away, disappearing in the blink of an eye. A faint scent of citrus lingering in the air was the only sign he had ever been there.
Tamlin stood there for a moment longer, staring at the now empty chair, wondering what he'd just agreed to. Then he turned and went looking for his daughter.
I'll never understand the ship wars cause I'll cross shit over if I think characters in separate universes would hit it off or create pure chaos.
I mean, seriously.
Nesta x Natasha? Hot bi wives. Eris x Loki? Hand it over. Mor x Valkyrie? Smash. Elain x Steve? Safe. Azriel x Wanda? Panties dropped. King of Hybern x Thanos? Odd, but I'll take it. Lucien x Bucky? Just two hot, disabled dudes with great hair and trauma.
✧.* fluff ⋆ | ˚꩜｡ series | ⚠︎ angst | ✪ g's star reads | 18+ below the cut
@tunetales
✧.* Moments
Moments with Cassian.
✧.* Moments II
A continuation of moments with Cassian.
✧.* Moments III ✪
A collection of more moments with Cassian.
✧.* The General & His Love
Feyre is initially alarmed at the relationship Cassian has with his mate, but maybe it's not what she realises.
✧.* You're Shaking
Exhausted, frozen, and trying to convince yourself you're fine, you underestimate just how harsh the Illyrian winter can be.
✧.* It was an accident!
Two different scenarios where you and Cassian say, “It was an accident!” To each other.
@elledc
✧.* Allergic
Cassian x gn!reader who is, apparently, allergic to peaches
✧.* Touch
Cassian x shy!reader who is getting used to Cassian's touch
✧.* Smitten
Cassian x shy!reader who blows his mind
✧.* Unraveled
Cassian x fem!reader who braids his hair
@ddejavvu
✧.* surprise !
Cassian finding out you’re pregnant w his child.
✧.* rest
Cassian x reader who had a bad past, and CANNOT sleep
✧.* flashed
Cassian and Az are training. You, Mor, and Amren are betting on who's gonna win they all bet against az, so you help him win by flashing your husband mid fight
@solbaby7
⚠︎ Fool For You
Cassian mistakes the turbulent connection he shares with Nesta for fate
@moonlitstoriess
⚠︎ Until the End, and Even Then
She stood beside him through centuries of war, loyalty carved into every scar. But when new faces arrived, his heart turned elsewhere, leaving hers to quietly break. In the end, she made the choice no one else could—and no one saw it coming.
✧.* My Home is You
A battle-worn warrior finds his truest peace not on the battlefield but in the quiet, messy love-filled home he builds with you.
⚠︎ Blood and Wings
While Cassian is gone, danger finds its way back home—leaving him racing back to what he almost lost
⚠︎ Make it Right
On Y/N’s birthday, Cassian forgets the special day, caught up in the chaos of the world around them. Hurt and disappointed, Y/N tries to hide her feelings, but Cassian soon realizes his mistake. What follows is a heartfelt apology, and a love that reminds them both that sometimes, making things right takes more than just words.
@sweetpeaaquarius
˚꩜｡ Meeting His Match
She’s the teacher Nyx can’t stop talking about, and when Rhysand and Feyre leave for a three-week trip, Cassian is put in charge of drop-offs and pick-ups, but she quickly becomes more than just Nyx’s favourite.
@surielstea
✧.* Spelling it Out
Reader is a bit oblivious to Cassian’s flirtations, so Cassian has to go the extra mile to prove he truly wants her.
@arrantsnowdrop
⚠︎ Mountain Blues
When Mor is attacked and left for dead on the Autumn Court's border, you and Azriel take her to the Illyrian war-camp where he's stationed with Rhys and Cassian for her to recover. After she reveals she slept with Cassian, whom you've liked for some time, you pull back from the Illyrian warrior to focus on your sister. What you fail to realize is that Cassian has feelings for you, not Mor.
@pellucid-constellations
✧.* Ouch
It was only an accident
✧.* Quiet
Feyre can't understand how Cassian always seems to know exactly what his mate is thinking when she barely says a word.
@prythianpages
🔞 Lay All Your Love On Me ✪
Cassian is your best friend and best friend’s don’t thirst after one another. Best friends don’t get jealous. Best friends also don’t fall in love with one another. But you did.
@velarisdusk
🔞 Meant to Stand
Rhysand has one request: restore a half-collapsed cabin into something fit for veteran Illyrians. The catch? You'll be doing it with Cassian—and the two of you haven't truly spoken since that mission four years ago.
@inkedinshadows
🔞 The Evening After
You and Cassian are officially mated. You both know what happens now: the mating frenzy.
@azrielbrainrot
🔞 Teasing Touches
Cassian let's you play with his wings.
@stargirlrchive
🔞 just the tip
SMUT — cassian x fem!reader, ‘just the tip’ sex
@hockeylover25
🔞 Books of Truth ✪
when Nesta catches you reading a smutty book, you explain your feelings with sleeping with your mate and she convinces you to spice things up in the bedroom.
🔞 Claimed in Silence
Rhysand’s sister realizes Cassian is her mate after years of hidden longing, and everything between them finally snaps into place at court.
@elledc
🔞 wing play
Cassian x afab!reader who accidentally touches Cass' wing during sex
@arrantsnowdrop
🔞 Bed Rest
Cassian turns up sick with the fae cold while you're filling in for Madja in her absence. You decide to let your decades-long crush spend the weekend at your place to monitor his condition, only to discover he's harbored feelings for you for just as long.
@qu1cks1lversb1tch
🔞 Reunion
One hundred years after walking away, returning to Velaris was never part of the plan—until Rhysand's invitation changes everything.
@ddejavvu
🔞 suffocate
Facesitting with cassian but you’re scared you’re gonna suffocate him and he just holds you down on his face and doesn’t care about that
@luna-e-clips
🔞 before battle
you and cassian have been sleeping together for a while now, and feelings have begun to stir between the two of you. you're known by the ic to have quickies in public, and preparing for battle was no exception.
@sweetpeaaquarius
🔞 Mirror Sex
He knows exactly how good you look, and he wants you to see it too.
@steveslevis
🔞 somnophilia
Cassian has had a long fucking day.
@lipstickmarks
🔞 I Could Take You (not in a fight)
You tease Cassian. The result are as you'd expect.
sometimes u headcanon a character as a sexuality but then also ship things that contradict that. sometimes you ship things you would NEVER EVER want in canon. this is because these things are fun and silly and not legally binding.
In my opinion, the devs canceling Valko as a whole is very reminiscent of a parent consistently prioritizing one child's feelings without caring about the other's, even though the final decisions affect everyone.
By doing that, they just prove that with enough threats and whining, the ones who cry the loudest get their way regardless.
That's no way to run a game with global servers. Promising a sixth LI, developing him, announcing him, promoting him, and then canceling him days before release is false advertisement and is borderline promotional fraud.
I'm not making any promises, but I'm THINKING about writing something one evening when Mr. Silver is here.
If I WERE to decide to write something, which one would y'all like to see?
Might be smut. Might be angst. Might be fluff overload. Idk.
We're going with vibes.
which concept would satisfy the soul?
ACOTAR ✨️
Crossover Special ✨️
this is my special button. no touchy.
Voting ended onJun 25
*** If the crossover comes out on top, just know it will likely be Marvel, similar to my Bucky x Nesta one-shot, unless I can think of a fandom that would blend just as seamlessly as acotar x marvel does in my mind.
I'm not making any promises, but I'm THINKING about writing something one evening when Mr. Silver is here.
If I WERE to decide to write something, which one would y'all like to see?
Might be smut. Might be angst. Might be fluff overload. Idk.
We're going with vibes.
which concept would satisfy the soul?
ACOTAR ✨️
Crossover Special ✨️
this is my special button. no touchy.
Voting ended onJun 25
*** If the crossover comes out on top, just know it will likely be Marvel, similar to my Bucky x Nesta one-shot, unless I can think of a fandom that would blend just as seamlessly as acotar x marvel does in my mind.
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
