FanSuriel

Hardcore fan of the ACOTAR series. Feysand is my OTP. New to ToG (no spoilers!!). Also fan of the Grishaverse and Alarkling shipper but it's been a while.

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New Girl meets the Court of Dreams Part II (Feysand AU)

I know I already said this in my part 1, but this is my first time writing a fanfic, and though I have a general idea of where it’s going, the chapters may be messy, and the characters not perfect. I feel like Feyre got too comfortable too soon with them, but dammit she doesn’t need to suffer in every single universe.

Part I, Part II

The next morning, Feyre was roused from the most fulfilling sleep she’d had in months by unfamiliar voices whispering.

“Az, come over here!” a first voice whisper-yelled. “Rhys has been turned into a girl!”

Footsteps came into the room.

“Don’t be stu- oh. I can’t say I mind,” said a second voice, this one a quiet murmur.

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New Girl meets The Court of Dreams (a Feysand fanfic)

Hello, this is my first fanfic, and it’s still rough around the edges, so proceed with care. Yesterday, I suddenly had this idea of Feyre moving in with Rhys, Cassian and Azriel in a New Girl type of setting, and she would have to go get her clothes from Tamlin’s place. The story hasn’t reached that far yet, but I might go on with it if inspiration hits. Anyway, without further ado, enjoy the feysand fluff.

Part I, Part II

Rhysand had never thought he’d see the day Feyre Archeron rode with him in his car.

That’s right.

Feyre, as in Feyre Cursebreaker Archeron, as in the girl he’d been pining over for years, was now sitting in his car, looking out the window, her nervousness apparent in her restless hands and the bottom lip she’d been chewing on for the past half hour.

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Rhysand has no chill

(I can only imagine how he felt though)

“She has the most delicious thoughts about you, Tamlin,” he said. “She’s wondered about the feeling of your fingers on her thighs—between them, too.” He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. “I’m curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?”

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Friendly reminder

That we never actually saw a Feysand wedding. I mean come ooon. A celebration with all of Velaris? Cassian being the flower baby (whatever it is you guys call it)? Azriel getting licensed to marry them? Mor making a speech where she spills all their embarrassing moments? Amren being the ring bearer and struggling to part with the rings when the time comes? And Rhys and Feyre being their usual heartbreakingly perfect selves? I need a Feysand wedding!

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guys i’m dying

i’m reading tog rn for the first time, but I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT FEYSAND. I’ve read every fanfic of them I could find, and I have half a mind to just go reread acomaf but at the same time I want to read new things… UGH I HATE BOOK HANGOVERS. jk that’s how you know they’re good.

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I’m still 100000% hung up on acomaf. I thought I’d moved on. I haven’t. And now here I am with another blog dedicated to SjM and acotar.

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How does one get over one's otp?

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guys i’m dying

i’m reading tog rn for the first time, but I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT FEYSAND. I’ve read every fanfic of them I could find, and I have half a mind to just go reread acomaf but at the same time I want to read new things... UGH I HATE BOOK HANGOVERS. jk that’s how you know they’re good.

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I said to Lucien, low and quiet and as vicious as the talons that formed at the tips of my fingers, as vicious as the wondrous weight between my shoulder blades, “When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”

A pulse of surprise, of wicked delight against my mental shields, at the dark membranous wings I knew were now poking over my shoulders. Every icy kiss of rain sent jolts of cold through me. Sensitive—so sensitive, these Illryian wings.

Lucien backed up a step. “What did you do to yourself?”

I gave him a little smile. “The human girl you knew died Under the Mountain. I have no interest in spending immortality as a High Lord’s pet.”

Lucien started shaking his head. “Feyre—”

“Tell Tamlin,” I said, choking on his name, on the thought of what he’d done to Rhys, to his family, “if he sends anyone else into these lands, I will hunt each and every one of you down. And I will demonstrate exactly what the darkness taught me.”

Sarah J Maas - A Court of Mist and Fury

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Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.

Sarah J Maas - Throne of Glass