#rip rhys

[happy74827]

The Night You Left

{!!SPOILERS!! SEASON 4 EPISODES 1-8}

[Rhys Montrose x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After an argument that went wrong in many ways, you left your boyfriend in the dust. It was only later when you eventually found it to be the biggest mistake of your life.

WC: 675

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort (ish)

This one is super short, but I wanted to get something out before the weekend ended. So... enjoy!

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You couldn't even remember what the two of you were arguing about. One minute you were cuddled up on the sofa, watching a Disney classic, and the next you were both screaming like a bunch of banshees.

The anger you felt, which might have been unjustified, clouded your judgment and actions. At one point, you had a nagging feeling that you had gone beyond being violent and possibly had thrown his grandma's handcrafted vase at his head. It was a little fuzzy, but if you had, he must have been quick on his feet. You didn't recall seeing any blood.

At the end of the fight, which could have been hours or minutes, you stormed out with him at your tail. His begs and pleas for you not to go, his insufferable fists on the car door to get you to open up, and his demands that both of you worked out whatever it was, were the only things that came back to you.

Thinking back, you wished you had reopened the door. You wished you could have pulled him into a hug, forgiving him for everything, but your past self was a stupid idiot. A selfish, insufferable stupid idiot.

You drove off, purposely dusting him in the process, with not a care in the world. You figured he would call you later in the evening with apologies and flowers at your doorstep, but he never did. When guilt hit you, you attempted to call, but he never picked up, and Rhys always picked up when it was you.

The silent treatment went on for days, and your calls became more and more frantic.

The things you said, the things you believed you said, were not the things you meant. Of course, they weren't. You loved him more than anything, and you wanted to let him know that. If he was going to shove you out of your life, fine, but at least he should hear the truth from you.

It was then, two days later, that you found out he wasn't actually ignoring you. He couldn't call you because he was gone. Murdered. Slaughtered down in the woods like some animal. When you watched the news, your heart sank.

You felt numb like you couldn't breathe. Memories of your smiles and laughter from the early days of your relationship - the good times - surrounded your brain. His flirty personality that got you hooked, the British accent that made anything sound like Heaven, his absurd love for alcoholic beverages, the way he would prioritize forehead kisses over lip kisses, the smile he'd give you when you came into view, his hands... God, his goddamn writer hands...

The more you drank, the more he appeared in your apartment. The irony was that, although he was a figment of your imagination, he scolded you for drinking and reminded you it was his job, not yours. He would hold your hand, wipe your tears, and act as though he had never left. But in reality, he was never there.

From time to time, you still felt his lips hovering over yours, giving you the same tingly feeling you had always experienced. You believed it to be him staying around you, like the Patrick Swayze movie you used to watch together. He always hated it, but because you loved it so much, he tolerated it.

A few days after his body was found, and his funeral was held, new evidence suggested that some random, mentally ill college kid had murdered Rhys. It was hard to believe that such a pleasant and charismatic man like Rhys could be taken away so suddenly by someone who lived too much in their head.

After the article was published, explaining the whole ordeal, Rhys became forgotten by many. The man who was running for mayor was swept into the far abyss, and people moved on with their lives. But you were still drowning in your liquor.

You were drowning and the one person who could pull you up was gone. No one else cared.

[the-lonelybarricade]

So I’m guessing with Nessian in AtRF/ABitD it went something like this:

Nesta panics upon learning that Feyre’s going to be married off to this cruel northern prince and is determined not to share that fate.

nesta catches herself a butterfly and dreams of her true love, and demands he get his ass over here ASAP. Also demands his name. She’s got no time for her sisters’ angst.

cassian comes forthwith in the most dramatic fashion possible and Nesta’s torn between ‘my true love is an idiot’ 🤦‍♀️ and ‘motherfucker he’s hot.’ 😳🥵

And LB, making Rhys and Feyre wait until their wedding ceremony after ABitD? The poor boy’s not going to be able to function! He’ll be dragging his blue balls down the aisle 😆

Nesta is wasting NO time discovering Cassian's true identity. He's from the Northern Kingdom? Even better. She can use him to rescue Feyre—eventually. First, she needs a way to rescue Elain, because she's seen those letters coming in from the Eastern Kingdom and there's no way in hell she's chancing it.

Except, oops. Those butterflies made her sick. 😩

[do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas]

Taika about rhys: yeah it's real weird kissing my friend

Taika everywhere else: lemme hug and cuddle and kiss my besties real quick

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On the Other Side of the Hospital. 

Adrien rushed into reception and stopped the first nurse he saw. He explained who he was and her eyes glazed over. He froze.. He knew that look. He’s seen it before when his wife died. 

“No. He can’t be.”

“I’m sorry Mr Carter. I’m so sorry, your son coded twice in the ambulance and by the time he got here his heart was too weak to handle the surgery. He died on the table.” 

Adrien couldn’t hold himself up, he felt sick. His heart was racing and he felt as if he might explode. What had he done... “No.. please no.” He was wracked with guilt. Rhys was dead and he had died thinking his father hated him, he felt disgusted with himself how could he treat him like that... he noticed how hard Rhys tried.. of course he did but he just could never look past what had happened. And now his son was dead and he felt responsible. Maybe if he had paid more attention he might not have gotten hurt. If he had been a better father. Adrien dropped to the floor sobbing uncontrollably, he couldn’t help it..he didn’t care that there were people. The nurse held him as his sobs vibrated through her. To lose a child was the worst thing a parent could imagine. 

[handsomepeacock]

hyperioncompanyman replied to your post: goodtobejack replied to your post “I was gonna...

It’s like a game of Jenga or Operation or a chance game like this. How long can you do the thing before something bad happens lol

Rhys is clumsy, he’d get caught before he even took the cap off the pen

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R.I.P 

Rhys Carter. 

My favourite bad boy. I’ll miss him. So much and I will miss #Ralia. 

[handsomejackhoney]

☥ (Rhys @ Jack, any Jack, just at Jack XD)

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[percurrere]

@forsaken--lullaby from {x}

Audrey may or may not have bad eye sight and old prescription glasses. And to have a person come into her peripheral without her expecting it lead to aggression pretty quick. She’d taken little to no time to use her weight and slam the company man into the wall and have her stolen knife to his neck. The other hand had a fistful of his vest pushing to keep a little space between her and this “threat.” She had a little too much strength as she would almost lift him off the ground. Is her hand turning grey?

She’d kept growling while he panicked and tried his best to get through her feral instinct. It mostly worked as she lowered the weapon, not put away as she still didn’t trust anyone that kept their Hyperion affiliation out in the open. 

[Don’t. Sneak up on me.] Finally, the ex-labrat scrounger had let go, allowing him to move again. The greyed hand went to hide back under her poncho.