I have DID (dissociative identity disorder)| Bisexual | Somewhere in my 20âs ⢠Mostly Acotar blog â˘Pro Tamlin, Nesta, Lucien & Eris | ⢠Crack-ship addict â˘Anti Feysand & Inner circle
Across a sea of stars ⨠- (in progress) - (12/?)
A Tamlin x Nesta x OMC fix it & healing arc fic. Multi-POV.
With Feyreâs death drawing closer the further into her pregnancy she gets, what happens Nesta finally exposes the truth to Feyre?? What happens when Nesta finds herself in a land of eternal Spring.
Tamlin Week fics
A trove of heirlooms - Day 3 (Heirlooms prompt)
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
Full fic on >>> Ao3 <<<
Bonds of a feather - Day 4 (Mate, Companionship & family prompt)
Chapter One - Family, Chapter Two - companionship & mate
Tumblr fics
Three peas in a pod đŤ - (in progress) - (1/3)
A Tamlin HEA short fic
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
Fics still to come on Ao3âł
Once upon a Spring Nightđ¸â¨ - (Coming soon) - (1/?)
A TamSand backstory of what happened the night Rhysand & his father came for revenge upon Spring ft our Valkyries âď¸
Here lies the border of truthđđĽđˇ - (Coming soon) - (2/2)
An Eris x Morrigan backstory & revelations as to what happened on the border the day Morrigan was dumped there by her father & what happened the day Rhysandâs mother & sister were killed.
Whatâs done in the darkâŚđ - (Coming soon)
A Nesta fix it, healing arc fic. What happens when Nesta learns the truth about her âmate bondâ to Cassian & a betrayal like no other from none other than her own two sistersâŚFeyre & Elain.
Completed fics
A court of love & happiness đ - (finished) - (1/1)
Ever had that happen you sit down to write a fanfic based on a book, but while plotting you get so carried away that you end up with not a fanfic, but a full-fledged original retelling of an old ballad and one of your OCs suddenly changes their name and backstory?
Yeah, that's me đď¸
I'm looking at 200k characters of text and, honestly, I have no idea what to feel. I've never written anything that long in my life and I have no clue what to do with it afterwards (or how to translate it into english (I don't even know if I'll ever finish this, lol))
Anyway, here's some original art. Just for the soul
I still canât believe the ACOTAR fandom & itâs characters (Feyre, Rhysand & the Inner circle) has gotten to a point where they believe that 14yrs old is too young to hunt but 14yrs old is old enough to make the decision to be forced & groomed into seducing older grown ass menâŚ
17yrs old is too young to be forced into an arranged marriage but 17yrs old is old enough to be parentifiedâŚto two other children & a grown ass adult man who was also their fatherâŚ
A little over a year is too long to process being kidnapped from your home, killed, remade & then reborn, watch your younger sister wither, be forced into a war, watch your father get killed right in front of your eyes, watch your now mate guts be damn near torn from his body, the enemy nearly kill you both, so on & so forth but 10yrs consistently crashing out over the death of your mother?âŚno problem. Nearly 540yrs being & still clinging onto something that happened 523yrs ago??âŚno problem.
I cannot ever begin to take any part of the other side of the fandom even remotely serious when they continue to dog on Nesta for shit they let their faves get away with.
Me đ¤đž avoiding writing Lucienâs POV chapter in my fic because I actually have to use my brain like never before in order to have him like the witty, sassy, sneaky fox we know he is.
Then once Lucienâs chapter is done itâs back to Tamlin & Nesta!
The most interesting question you can ask about any character is not what do they want. it's what do they believe they deserve. because those two things are almost never the same and the gap between them is where your entire story lives. a person can want love completely and believe they don't deserve it and that belief will destroy every good thing that comes toward them in ways they won't even notice they're doing. write the gap. the gap is the character.
Feysand/Tamsand | Warning: Infidelity | Smut | 2777 words
Chapter Tw: Office sex, Desk sex, Hands tied with rope, Spanking (not a lot).
Chapter 22: I miss you and I think about you every minute
Chapter summary: Rhys should be working but he's thinking of blonde hair and green eyes instead. Things heat up when he decides the office could use some sprucing up in the form of plants and flowers delivered by a certain flower shop manager.
Playlist with the songs the chapter titles are from.
Read on AO3, preview below:
Rhys was sitting in his office, drumming his fingers against the black walnut desk, deep in thought. Itâs 1 pm on a Thursday and he should be going over the expense reports but heâd been thinking about Tamlin again. He hadnât seen the blonde in a couple weeks since theyâd been trying to play it cool so as to not let Feyre find out their secret.
Tamlin had come over on the Tuesday after they came back and they had a long discussion full of apologies (from Rhys) and what they wanted from the future. Heâd asked Rhys if he was serious about wanting to be with him and if he ever planned on breaking up with Feyre, promising he wouldnât be mad at whatever the answer was. Rhys swore to him that he was who he wanted and that he would leave Feyre. He still didnât want to break up with Feyre before the exhibit though and Tamlin reluctantly agreed though he made it clear that if Rhys kept stringing them both along and not making a decision, he would be done for real; no jealousy or apologies would bring him back.
He hadnât spent the night, leaving with a long kiss at the door after he told Rhys he wasnât ready to jump back to how they were before and suggesting they just take things slow, be more casual than they had been and Rhys agreed. Though Tamlin did come back on Thursday after celebrating his birthday at the club with Feyre, Lucien, Elain and the band as well as other friends and coworkers. Rhys hadnât been invited, Tamlin stating he didnât know if he could stay away from him so he came over around 12 am, after splitting from the group. Rhys had stripped him down and worshipped his body, pulling different sounds from his perfect lips before sliding inside and fucking him in a way that had him coming so hard he almost passed out. He didnât stay the night, showering after laying in Rhysâ arms for a while and sneaking back home.
Itâs been almost a month since then and theyâve only gotten together a few times though they text often. Even when heâs over at the apartment, which isnât often since Feyre is busier with the exhibit coming, they havenât seemed to cross paths. Opening his phone, he scrolls through the spring flowers website he had been browsing earlier (maybe just to see the beautiful blonde in the employee section) and makes a decision.
He clicks the button for his assistant. âMorrigan, can you call Spring flowers and order a bunch of plants and flowers for the office.â
âI can but why?â The bored voice of his assistant asked.
Rhys sighed. âJust do it. I think this place needs some freshening up.â
âYes boss.â
âAnd see if the manager will deliver themâ
âThe manager? Why?â
âJust do itâ
âUgh fineâ
Ten minutes later Rhys received an email receipt for $300 worth of plants and flowers. He needs to remind himself to never ask Mor to order things again. Did she order half the shop? At least she followed directions and the order notes confirmed delivery by the store manager in a few hours. Perfect.
Three hours later, at 4 pm, his phone rang.
âYes?â He answered, relieved to have an excuse to look away from the numbers on the screen.
âFlower delivery is here. And a hot blonde came with itâ
âThank you Mor. Send him in here.â
A few moments later there was a knock on the door and then Mor opened the door and Rhysâ breath was stolen as Tamlin walked in looking like a breath of Spring. He was wearing a light green button up with the sleeves rolled up and dark brown slacks that were tight around his thighs. Rhys wanted to rip them off but instead he just looked up into surprised green eyes as he walked in.
âThat is all, Mor. Thank you.â Rhys says, not looking away from the vision in front of him.
Mor saluted him before she left, closing the door behind her.
Tamlin turned to him âI thought it was strange that someone ordered all these plants and requested for me to deliver them. But now I understand.â
âUnderstand what?â Rhys says coyly, walking up to Tamlin and wrapping his hands around his hips.
Throwing his arms around his neck, Tamlin leans in and whispers conspiratorially. âThat you just wanted to see me.â
âCan you blame me? Itâs been ages since I last held you in my arms.â Rhys whines, leaning in to give Tamlin a kiss.
Tamlin pulls back before their lips can meet âIs this okay? What if someone walks in?â
âNo one can come in without going through Morrigan and she always calls first.â Rhys tells him while starting to back him up into the door. âBut if it will make you feel better then I can just do this.â
The click of the lock fills the room and with a shy smile, Tamlin lets Rhys lean in and connect their lips. His hands slide down to rest on Rhysâ waist as they kiss.
Rhys has one hand flat on the door beside Tamlinâs head as he pushes their bodies together, slipping his tongue into Tamlinâs mouth. The peace that fills him at finally being with his lover almost beats out the desire that filled his veins as soon as his beautiful boyfriend walked in.
When they pull back, they are both out of breath. Rhys leans his forehead against the other manâs, their breath mixing in between their lips.
âFuck, Iâve missed you. Itâs been torture staying apart.â
âI know. I missed you too.â Tamlin admits, rubbing his nose against Rhysâ. âBut not too long now, right? The exhibit is next month and then you can leave her.â
Rhys nods, dread filling his stomach at the mention of ending things with Feyre. But he knows he needs to, he promised. He pulls back from Tamlin, releasing him from the door. âI suppose we should discuss business before pleasure.â
Tamlin blinks before nodding, standing straighter as he goes into business mode. âRight. So where did you want the plants? I can distribute them around the office if youâd like.â
âThat would be great. You know I have no eye for these things.â Rhys says with a chuckle. âYou donât mind do you? I can pay extra.â
âNo, itâs alright Rhys, I have time. I left Cress in charge and Em is in today so the shop is in good hands.â Tamlin says with a smile, looking around the office. âDid you want some in here too?â
âYeah, sure. Can you distribute them out on the floor first? I have some stuff to finish up and then I can give you my full attention.â He says, eyes trailing up Tamlinâs body slowly and he smirks when he sees the color rise to his cheeks.
âOf course. Iâll go do that now and then come back here?â Tamlin asks and Rhys nods. âI might be a bit. I have to grab the flowers from the van.â
Rhys pulls him close again, not being able to keep his hands off the other man. âTake your time, Pet.â He leans in and kisses Tamlin again, hands squeezing his hips before sending him off with a swat on the ass.
âYesterday, we had been ourselves â open and friendly and caring.â
⌠At the meeting :
Feyre and Rhysand picking a fight with Tamlin
Rhysand using mind control to silence Tamlin
Azriel physically attacking Eris
Feyre arrogantly implying they could use mind control on the High Lords
that ridiculous justification for stealing from Summer
Cassian verbally attacking Beron
Feyre attacking Beron
Feyre literally burning Eris and the Lady of Autumn
Seriously, what is wrong with this girl? Does she have some kind of cognitive issue? Iâm telling you, she creates these fanfics in her own head and fully believes them.
