the first character i ever fell in love with: Jon Snow. I had it BAD for him.
a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Jon Snow :( Can’t even look at his face anymore lol.
a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Jonerys. And it sucks because the Jonerys fandom was my niche, my happy place, my people. The ship just doesn’t do it for me anymore. Sometimes I’ll still read or reblog a friend’s fic but that’s about the best I can do. Sigh.
my ultimate favorite character™: DAENERYS STORMBORN OF House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains
prettiest character: Margaery Tyrell
my most hated character: After season 8, for me it’s a tie between Sansa, Tyrion, and Jon. V problematic of me but those are my raw, honest feelings lol.
my OTP: I don’t really like any of the main ships anymore, but I still like Dany/Yara and Grey Worm/Missandei.
my NOTP: At this point I loathe almost all the ships. I guess in particular J0nsa but only because of the way most of the shippers rejoiced at Dany’s death.
saddest death: DANY. Second place goes to Hodor :’(
favorite season: 6
least favorite season: 8
character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: These days, Jon.
my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Theon
my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Dany :’(
my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: Hmm idk. Back in the day I liked Dany/Jaime for the angst potential since he killed Aerys.
my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Dany/Daario
Sorry for all the negativity lol. As you can see this is still a big sore spot for me :( But thanks for sending!
It had suddenly become very hard to look at anything but her feet. Also, had it been this hot in the room before? Feyre let out a breath and forced herself to look up.
Halfway through the motion her courage left her and she ended up looking at Rhys’ chest. At the chest that was covered by a thin black cotton shirt that was tight enough to show the cut of his muscles.
She swallowed hard. Then, swallowed again. “How much of that did you hear?”
A beat of silence followed and Feyre dared to raise her eyes a little higher. She stopped at his jawline, watching him nervously lick his lips, then bite the lower one. “Enough.”
His voice wasn’t nearly as quietly worried as hers and that was what made her finally look into his eyes. He was already looking at her, a strange warmth in them.
At her raised eyebrow, he gave her a roguish smirk and said in a slightly high pitched voice, “We didn’t have sex. But god damn, Mor.”
Feyre groaned, blushing and fighting a smile at the same time. She bit her lip, shaking her head and dared a step closer. “So, what?”
Rhys took a step closer, too, shrugging his shoulders lazily but still smirking like a cat. “Nothing. I just particularly liked that bit.”
“Yeah?” Feyre asked, feeling breathless and tilting her head back to more easily look at him. The space between them had disappeared rapidly and much too soon, he was standing before her, his head tilted down, hands out of his pockets.
“Yeah.” He replied. It sounded more like a sigh and she felt his breath across her face. She tried to hide her shiver, but the way his grin widened told her, he could tell.
Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and despite the mortification of having this - whatever this was - out in the open, she couldn’t help but be glad for this moment. Her and Rhys, alone, standing close enough to share breath and looking at each other like.. like..
“What are we doing, Rhys?” Feyre asked, suddenly. “What is this?”
Something flashed across his face. Feyre might have thought it was panic, but she couldn’t be sure.
Rhys slid one of his hands back into his pocket and despite not moving, it felt as though there was more space between them now. “What do you think this is, Feyre?”
She hadn’t lied to Mor. She hadn’t thought of this as more than just two people having fun. But, with the way he looked at her and the way her body reacted to that, it felt like more than just a casual thing. But, she wouldn’t be the one to say that. Not to him of all people. Rhys was Rhys.
He had over two hundred thousand followers on his instagram, most of them girls who were hoping for him to get in their pants and the guy who was all flirty remarks and jokes. She wouldn’t be the stupid girl, who fell for him when he was just looking to have some fun.
So, Feyre steeled herself and cocked her head and gave him a casual, dismissing shrug. “A bit of fun. Just letting off some steam and distracting ourselves from life.”
Rhys looked at her for a long moment. He didn’t breathe, didn’t blink, didn’t move an inch. And then his lips pulled back into a smirk and he asked, “Is that all I am to you? Fun and distraction?”
“Yeah.” She said and added quickly, “Isn’t that what I am to you?”
“Sure, Feyre.” Rhys replied, winking at her and giving her that smile that made all the girls melt. “Whatever you want, darling.”
She couldn’t help but feel that the air between them felt different somehow. Maybe, he hadn’t bought her half-assed attempt to deflect. Maybe, he thought she was in love with him. And that thought alone made her fume.
“I’m not some hopeless girl, who falls in love with every guy she hooks up with, so stop looking at me like that.” Her voice were cold and she had the sudden urge to cross her arms.
“I didn’t say that.” His voice was suddenly defensive. “And I didn’t think it either. But you shouldn’t be so quick to assume, that I’m not the type of guy that falls for the smartest and prettiest girl he has ever seen.”
Her mouth fell open. “I- what?”
He let out a humourless laugh. “Listen, Feyre. I don’t know what’s happening and I wasn’t going to assume anything, but I thought that we had a connection. That we had the potential to be more than just fuck buddies.”
Feyre made a face at the words and he gave her a grim smile.
“But if all you want from me is sex, then that’s fine, too. I appreciate your honesty.”
“Wow.” Feyre gasped. “Ok, wait. Stop.”
Her mind was a mess. Full of jumbled thoughts and she couldn’t help but note the defeated look in his eyes.
When she spoke next, her voice was lower and tinted with something, she didn’t want to call hope. “You think I’m the smartest and prettiest girl you have ever seen?”
He rolled his eyes. Actually rolled his eyes, but the beginnings of a smile were tugging at his lips. “I don’t think, I know. There’s no one in this world, smarter or more attractive than you. Why do you think I was flirting with you all. the. time?”
Feyre was sure she was gaping. “But- but you flirt with everyone.”
“Do I?” He asked and leaned closer. Suddenly the air felt heated again and Feyre’s mind flashed back to the many times they had gone out together.
She remembered girls walking up to him. Remembered him laughing and talking, but she didn’t remember a single instance of him leaving with one. Maybe she had been too caught up in her own tangled romantic affairs, but she had always assumed that he was a heartbreaker. But now, thinking about it, the only times he did flirt, it had been with her.
It felt as though the world had slipped from underneath her feet and she was reeling. Their eyes met and Feyre could do nothing but stare at him.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I did.” He said, giving her a sad smile. “I didn’t think there was a way for me to be more obvious in stating my interest, but here we are.”
“Oh my god.” Feyre whispered, more to herself and then she was biting her lip. “I’m so sorry.” She thought back to all the times, she had his flirting and compliments as mindless teasing or him just being him.
“For what?” Rhys asked, brows furrowing. “You don’t owe me an apology. You don’t owe me anything.”
“No, I know that.” Feyre said quickly. “But I’m sorry for dismissing you. For all the times I just didn’t see you.”
Slowly, he gave her a smile. A smile that was at once sad and breathtaking and unwillingly, Feyre’s eyes began to fill with tears.
His smile faded and then he was reaching out for her, cupping her cheeks and whispering, “Please, don’t cry.”
But her tears were already falling and Feyre covered his hands with her own, loosing a sob and then laughing. “I’m sorry. I just- you aren’t just fun and distraction. You’re-”
She let out another sob. “You’re more than that.” She whispered and leaned up on her toes to press her lips to his. She could feel the wetness of her tears on their lips, could feel his tongue slipping out and when they were kissing, it tasted of salt and mint and coffee and something like relief.
Feyre sat sandwiched between Mor and Cassian on the floor, with her back leaning against the sofa and her fingers curled tightly around the mostly full plastic cup of beer.
They had gone up to the informal sitting room in Helion’s house after the party downstairs. Feyre was still mentally scoffing at the idea of having two sitting rooms and one of them being formal.. but managed to relax away from the rowdy teenagers downstairs, who were playing beer pong and doing other stuff that Feyre really did not care for.
She was a little surprised that Cassian of all people had come up with Mor and her, but had been less so when Rhys and Azriel joined a few moments later. Helion had escorted them, telling them that if that oaf Tamlin and the Vanserra boys managed to break one of his mother’s precious vases, she might feel inclined to sue their fathers asses.
Feyre still felt out of place amongst these rich people with their lawyer parents, informal sitting rooms and vases worth more than probably her whole house. Still, she liked them and had grown used to their company.
At least, that was until, Cassian draped an arm over her shoulder and poked Mor’s with his outstretched hand.
“I’m bored, let’s play a game.” He drawled.
Mor’s reaction was immediate. A dismissive snort and then she pushed Cassian’s arm off Feyre’s shoulder, only to replace it with her head. She had been drinking wine instead of the beer in plastic cups and Helion had offered Feyre some, too, but Feyre had declined, telling him that she wasn’t nearly as fancy as Mor when it came to her choice of drink.
Either way, Mor seemed to be the drunkest of them all. And a drunk Mor was either a sleepy Mor or a Mor that lived to make bad decisions. Feyre preferred the version that was taking deep, calm breaths against her shoulder.
“Go play beer pong with the other guys, if our company isn’t riveting enough.” She muttered to Cassian.
But Cassian wasn’t having any of it. He sat up straighter and twisted a little. Helion, Rhys and Azriel stopped their conversation about the possible lawsuit and how Mr. Vanserra would react to look at Cassian.
His eyes were glinting with mischief and Feyre felt dread coiling up in her stomach. Cassian’s bad idea while drunk were just as bad as Mor’s.
“Let’s play truth or dare.” He said, his tone low, like he was sharing a secret with them.
Feyre wasn’t sure if she was surprised when Helion let out a barking laugh and said, “Great idea, Cass. I’m in.”
And she almost groaned, when Mor added, “Me, too.”
And before long, the three boys had sat down on the other side of the small coffee table and were ready to play. Feyre hadn’t spoken the entire time. Come to think of it, she was sure, she hadn’t even moved a muscle.
“I’ll start.” Mor said, finally sitting up. The sleepiness was gone and her brown eyes were sharp and alert. Ready to play. “Helion, truth or dare?”
Their host fixed his intense amber eyes upon Mor and gave her a small smirk. “Truth.”
Mor licked her lips, a small smirk forming on her own lips. “If you had to pick two people to have a threesome with, who would you pick?”
“Free choice?” Helion asked.
Mor shrugged. “Let’s make it interesting. You can only pick from people in this room.”
Cassian let out a small sound of protest, but both Mor and Helion ignored him. He stroked his chin, looking them each up and down, before looking back at Mor. “You; of course. And-” His eyes skipped to Azriel, then to Cassian and back to Azriel. “Sorry, Cass, but I have to go with Az.”
Mor howled and Cassian honestly looked at little put out. “Prick.” He muttered.
Azriel just gave them all a small victorious smile.
“My turn.” Helion said, his voice low, almost dangerous. “Rhysand.”
Rhys rolled his eyes as if he had known that Helion wouldn’t pick anyone else. “Dare.” Rhys said, managing to slip his hands into his pockets despite his sitting position and - damn him - making it look cool and casual.
“Take off that stuffy shirt of yours.” Helion said, eyes gliding over Rhys’ chest.
Rhys sighed, again not looking the least bit surprised. His fingers unbuttoned his dark shirt and Feyre tried - and failed - not to stare as bit by bit, his broad chest came into view. Her mouth went dry at the sight and she swore that if it hadn’t been for the alcohol, she would be able to look away.
She also knew that it was a lie. When it came to Rhys, it seemed like she had no control over her actions whatsoever. For a brief moment, she wanted to thank Helion for his dare.
Rhys shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and Feyre watched as the muscles in his chest, abdomen and arms worked together to rid himself of the garment.
She lifted her cup to her lips and took a small sip to stop herself from licking her lips and looking like a starved madman.
When Rhys settled back down, his eyes found hers and he gave her a small knowing smirk. “Feyre.”
Her reply was instantaneous. “I’m not playing truth or dare.”
His smirk only grew and Mor and Cassian protested - loudly.
“C’mon, Feyre, don’t be party pooper.” Cassian pouted. And Mor pushed her shoulder into hers, silently urging her to play along.
Feyre sighed and was about to argue, when she met Rhys’ eyes again. A challenge sparked in them, calling to something deep inside her. And she felt her own mouth pull into a small smirk. “Fine. Dare.”
That glint in his eyes turned into something wicked and Feyre’s toes curled at the sight. “I dare you, Feyre darling, to kiss me.”
Cassian whistled and even Helion leaned back, looking highly amused.
They had been dancing around each other for a while now and Feyre knew that Rhys was expecting her to protest; to demand something else. Instead, she handed her cup off to a (finally) speechless Cassian and got up. Not looking away from Rhys, she walked around the coffee table and only stopped, when she stood right before him. She placed her feet on either side of his legs and lowered herself down, so that she was perched atop his lap.
Rhys’ eyes were wide in surprise and Feyre gave him a smirk that she had received from him too many times and took his face between her hands.
She leaned forward and brushed her lips against him. He stiffened for only a heartbeat. Then, his hands came up to grip her hips and she slid her own to grip him by the back of his neck.
His lips parted and she pushed her tongue past them until it met his own.
He was breathless as he kissed her back, but the fingers on her hips flexed and then his hands were sliding up and around her back to tangle in her hair.
She lost track of time as they kissed. Lost in the way he tasted and how his hands explored her body. That is until someone coughed and they pulled apart.
“Well.” Azriel said. “If that was all it took for you to finally get it on, we would have played truth or dare ages ago.”
Mor, Helion and Cassian burst out laughing and Feyre chuckled at his words.
Rhys, however, was still grasping for air, his eyes wide and searching hers for something that Feyre couldn’t quite name.
“Feyre.” Mor said, when the two of them didn’t move. “It your turn.”
“Rhys.” Feyre said. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” He replied immediately. And finally, that insufferable smirk, she loved so much, bloomed on his face.
“Let’s get out of here.” She muttered and Rhys let out a laugh and nodded.
So...with the holidays approaching I was thinking about the love is a ruthless game AU and how Rhys and Feyre would totally get it on at their office christmas party 🔥
OH MY GOD, you’re so right!!!!!!!! that’s actually perfect for them and holy crap now i wanna go write that.
I LOVE LOVE IS A RUTHLESS GAME it’s so hilarious and hot at the same time. Rhys is a little shit and Feyre is so pissed she’s attracted to him this is gold 💕💕💕
thank you, omg! 🥰🥰🥰
I mean rhys is a dick, but god what a good dick, am I right??
Hi, just passing by to say that I LOVE YOUR STORIES SO MUCH! You write the characters’ personalities perfectly and the banter within the inner circle is always on point and hilarious 🖤🖤
Hazel!! I'm glad to see you on my dash, I hope you're doing well ❤️
hey babe!!!!!!! i knowww ive been dropping in every now and then but i really dont have the energy for tumblr right now (like for real.... what even is 2020?????) but im doing as well as i can and i hope you’re doing well too <3<3 i miss everyone and honestly i miss being a goofy tumblr person and i wish we could just go back to last year
