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Stars, Dreams And Nightmares
Feysand one shot. Just two people fighting their demons, trying to escape them by running. Just two people looking at the stars and mourning for all that is lost. Just two people meeting each other for the first time and letting themselves be swept away on the path fate takes them.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Sarah J Mass
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Stars, Dreams and Nightmares
The lights were barely streaks off light but to her, they looked like shooting stars. Splashes of white, green, yellow. Red too, but those just made her flinch. It reminded of the blood. Each time she saw red the image of hitting him on the head with a random statue sheād grabbed for flashed before her eyes. The sight of him thudding to the ground and then the pool of blood that had slowly spread around his head. Sheād stared at his back, barely moving, barely even breathing, just waiting for him to wake up. But he never did. As soon as it sunk in that he would never get up, she shot up to her feet, ran to the bedroom and pulled out the bag from under the mattress. Inside she made sure she still had the bus ticket, the cash sheād gotten taken out and some clothes. Within minutes she was out of there. It was all a blur but she got herself to the bus station, got herself on the bus.
Thatās how she found herself on the bus right now, trying not to imagine the stream of police cars that mustāve surely reached her house by now. She called the police on her way out, anonymously telling them of the man lying dead in there before tossing the sim card in a trash can.
Looking back out the window, she let herself drift back into a restless sleep filled with blood and gore and then water. She shouldnāt have been surprised her dreams had taken her here but still she was.
It was dark and the roads were empty but her singing and his laughter filled the emptiness. Sheād been singing her heart out to Beyonceās classic, Crazy In Love, when she sensed him sucking in a sharp breath, his laughter cut off and looked down to find the car ripping the bridge's barrier and falling for what felt like hours but was probably mere minutes if that down the small cliff edge before plunging into ice-cold water. The water swallowed their cries for help as water swarmed the car. Sucking in a deep breath, the water reached over her head and she scrambled to get out of the car only to find her legs stuck. Somehow the dashboard had collapsed on her legs, locking her in. She looked over to her side to find him gesturing to stay calm and floating out the car. Her lungs were burning as she watched him swim around the car to her side. It was a poor effort on her side as she tried to push him up, telling him to leave her, but he wouldn't listen. The last thing she saw before the darkness took her was the strong resolve in his eyes, saying that he would rather die than leave her here and at that moment her heart melted knowing they would never have the time to be with each other, to live their lives out in each otherās arms.
The next time she opened her eyes, she was surprised to have done that but seeing the all-white, she guessed she was in heaven. But then the beeping and footsteps and chatter came in and she realised she was alive.
Two months later, she was still recovering but most healed from all her injuries. He had gotten her out despite everything and within a month after the accident, sheād accepted his ring and promised to spend the rest of her life with him. They'd been so happy. So, so happy. She hadnāt ever thought sheād ever get to be this happy but she was. She shouldāve known it wouldnāt last. It never did.
After she got out of the hospital, he moved in with her. It was the best month of her life, that one.
Until he locked her in.
The past month, sheād been staying home on his insistence only going out for a walk around the block or just to get some fresh air. He kept saying she should rest and she loved him for it. Until she decided she was ready to start her life again. He had different opinions. They fought and fought, him saying she had no reason to go out, he could provide for both of them, her saying she needed to back to her life. It went on for weeks. And then she decided no more.
A week ago, she made dinner and as he ate, she dared to ask about getting back to college. Instantly his expression turned and it scared her more than anything. A snarl overtook his face and he got up with enough force to make the chair behind fall as he stood, hands slamming on the table. With a low, menacing voice he threatened to lock her in if she tried to go out. Sheād been completely stunned, unable to speak. Heād stormed off slamming the door to his bedroom behind him. The week passed during which she started making a plan. Got all her savings out of the bank and within a week she was ready. She was done. She wouldnāt let him control her. That last day, she spent it at a nearby park, just staring at the blades of grass beneath her feet, the kids on the slides and swings, hearing their screams of laughter. She barely heard them and what she did hear, were shards of glass to her ears reminding her of his screams that night so long ago as theyād fallen and how different that had sounded compared to his scream just last week. Sheād returned home that night to find him on the couch, ankle crossed over his knee, turning a lock over and over in his hand. As he stood, he asked her where sheād been. She didnāt answer instead moving back, back, back until she hit the table behind her. The corner of his lips lifted, eyes going blank, and he drifted closer. As he came closer her arm moved behind her back, searching for the piece of rock she knew was there. It was a simple, random statue but weighed a shit ton. As he brought his lips to her ear, asking with a whisper where sheād been all day, she swung her arm around from her back and with a scream smashed it on his head.
She woke up still screaming, the few passengers around her looking at her, some worriedly, some irritatingly. Swallowing, she pulled her thin jacket around her tighter, pulling her legs closer to her, trying to make herself as small as possible. Shivering of the horrors she experienced these past months, she cried silently for herself and all that sheād lost.
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Flying over the city, he imagined the shining lights of the buildings, cars and street lights were stars. Thousands and thousands of stars. All of it being left behind. He couldnāt stay, after all. Not after what had happened. Not after every single thing about the city reminded him of his mother and sister. The smoothie shop around the corner that his sister used to go to every day before coming home from college. The cafe a few blocks down her work, where Mom would get her daily coffee every morning. The streets they would walk together to get ice cream from a local dairy. Even his house was tainted. Upstairs he would see their bodies, the stains of blood that had his father had spent hundreds on to get cleaned. Heād come home to find them dead that night and a month later, he still dreamed about dragging himself up the stairs to find those horrors. He'd screamed when he saw them. Screamed in shock and anger and grief. They were gone.
Feeling his cheek moisten, he swiped a hand over his face and swallowed. He wouldnāt cry. Not anymore. He closed his eyes, willing his mind to not dream about that night again. He shouldnāt have bothered. If he dreamed that night for the rest of his life, he would deserve it.
The whole night had been a blur of women, liquor and dancing. After a week of punching the son of his familyās long time rivals and heir to the throne, his knuckles were sore, he was exhausted from the adrenaline and ready to fuck some women and drink himself into oblivion. And so that is exactly what he did. News had spread quickly of the heirās death that day and he knew, starting tomorrow, his family would have to be on alert for the retaliation that was sure to come from their rivals. But this night was his and no one was going to fuck with it. After wrapping up for the day, his friends and he headed to their favourite local bar, Devilās Lair. It was an easy show of their faces to get them in and it didnāt take them long to get the night started. The women came to him all night as did the continuous stream of glasses upon glasses of whiskey, beer and other shit. They spent hours like that, feeling the beat of the music thrumming through the bar, writhing against sweaty bodies to the beat in their body. With each song and woman and glass, his heart beat faster and faster until he couldnāt feel anything and yet felt it all. Everything shook and moved and thrived and he enjoyed. Every. Single. Second. The music and pleasure and oblivion were a part of him and he welcomed it all with open arms.
It was hours before he felt his friendās hold dragging him out of the bar. He tried to fight it but only ended up puking on the side road. What couldāve been hours or seconds later, he saw his house and leaving his friends behind, went inside. It was eerily quiet but that was to be expected. His father was away on business as always and his mother and sister were asleep. He dragged himself up the stairs, one by one, and was almost up to the top when he looked up. And froze. His mind blanked, not really processing what was happening. Or refusing too. His lips parted and he let out a choked cry. He shook himself out of his stupor and he clambered up those last couple steps to fall to his knees, his hands feeling the blood soaking through the carpet. His mind cleared and he was instantly sober at the sight before him. His sister, his beautiful sister who wouldāve changed the world with her kindness and selfless nature, his sister who thought about everyone else in the world first, then herself. His sister who he wouldāve killed for to protect. Dead. She was in his arms, dead. Not moving. Would never laugh or smile or ask for him to do her braids ever again. Dead. He screamed. He screamed and screamed and screamed until he couldnāt anymore. His sister was gone. Suddenly he remembered his mother. Scrambling to his feet, he crossed the distance to his parents' bedroom to find her on the ground as well, in another pool of blood. His legs failed beneath him and he fell. He'd mourned his sister but now, seeing his mother, he felt anger. Hot, raging anger. It consumed him and all he saw was red. Them. His familyās rival had done this. In revenge for the very son, heād killed that day. It was in that blind rage he spent the next week. And in that week, news quickly spread of South Americaās biggest drug lord and his whole family dying, each from brutal wounds that rendered them unrecognisable. Another week, during which the blind rage cleared enough for him to decide that he would never kill again. He booked a ticket out of the city a week and a half from then. He spent that week and a half wrapping up every loose thread here in his home city. Said bye to all the friends heād made, paid off all his enemies. Called a cousin who had chosen to not get involved in all of this and instead lived far away, living a peaceful life. And then a week and a half later, got on a plane swearing that we would never step foot in that city again and never get involved in that shit again.
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There was no one here. She knocked but no one opened the door. She didnāt know why but decided to wait on a bench across the road in case her friend was just out for the night. She mustāve sat there for about twenty minutes before she saw him walk up to the door. She watched, not moving, as he knocked just like she had. Imagined him frowning just like she had, confused why no one was opening the door. She didnāt know who the guy was. His back was to her. Though from the light of the streetlamp, she could see broad shoulders, a long dark coat screaming money and luxury and dark hair that gleamed almost blue in the lighting. She watched as he turned and barely held in her flinch. Oh, she knew him. All of America knew him. She didnāt dare think his name as his eyes fell to hers. She stared for all of five seconds, during which he stood still as a wraith, before breaking eye contact and looking up. Stars. Actual ones this time. There wasnāt a lot, the city lights engulfing most of them like a hungry beast, but the few she did see, calmed her. She didnāt look down as she sensed the man walking up to her. As he put his bag down, sat beside her, stared at her for a few seconds. It felt like time itself paused, the sway of the grass calming down, the cricket sounds slowing down so that it almost sounded sluggish. It felt like someone had pressed the slow-motion button. And then all of sudden, noise, honking, chatter. Just like that, time sped up to normal once again as he stopped staring at her and looked up.
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There they were. A man and woman, both broken and running. Just looking at the stars.
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He broke the silence first, completely mesmerised by her beauty and becoming increasingly curious about what she was doing sitting on the bench, looking at the stars. āHello?ā
She didnāt move for so long, he thought she might be ignoring him or unable to hear but finally she looked down, turned her head. āHello.ā She said. Her voice was hoarse just like his had been in those first few days after he found his mother and sister dead.
āWhatās your name?ā He asked after a couple of minutes.
She had looked back up but stared back him now, a haunting look on her face. Swallowing, she looked back up. Her voice was so quiet, her lips barely parting, he nearly missed it but there it was. A small whisper of a word. āFeyre.ā
Feyre. The word thrummed through him, entering his veins, warming them. Feyre.
Looking back up at the stars, he said, āIām Rhysand.ā
She only said, āI know.ā
AN: Donāt ask me what this is. I donāt know. I donāt even know if it makes sense. I hope it does. I hope you liked it. Let me know.
fanfiction is so wild cause im likeā¦..ugh im not in the mood to read a bookā¦..iāll just read an 82k word fic insteadā¦ā¦
Lookā¦. To start a book⦠You have to make room in yourself for new characters and worlds. Do I look like I have the emotional energy for that? Do I look like I can trust like that right now? Just show me the things I already know pay good returns on my investment, except I also want to read something new so I guess they can be in a coffee shop this time.
This - this is it, youāve put it into words
Fanfic owns me.
Editing
Who doesnāt like editing?Ā
Not me. I love editing. But if you donāt, feel free to get in touch with me in whatever way suits you and we can set something up and I can beta for you if you like.Ā
I can beta for any of the following fandoms:Ā
ACOTAR, TOG, Shadowhunters, Vampire Diaries, Vampire Acadamy, Bloodlines series, Twilight, Ms Peregrine Series, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Lux Series, Origin Series, Gone series, After series
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All My Love
A/N: Idk where this came from, it just needed to be written. It is likely riddled with historical inaccuracies, but I donāt even care. Enjoy. Iām sorry.
Read on AO3 // Masterlist
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āDarling,ā the soft whisper against the skin of her neck made Feyre shiver, but wasnāt enough to fully wake her from her slumber. Instead she grumbled and buried herself deeper into her husbandās warmth, losing herself in his scent that made her so very much at home.
Rhys laughed gently, but didnāt stop his ministrations. The tender kisses against her neck became more insistent as they traveled lower and lower. He pressed his warm lips against her collarbone and whispered against her skin again. āFeyre, we need to get up.ā
Keep reading
Iām crying!! this is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read.Ā
things I canāt believe: how few people are obsessed with the lux series by jennifer l armentrout
Read the books.
Writing Tip:
If you donāt feel like actually writing, prepare for writing:
Open your WIP Word doc
Read the last page again
Scribble notes on what happens next
Once youāve done this, you might just find yourself wanting to continue after all. And if you donāt, no worries. Youāve made it easier to jump back into it later.Ā
Hello traveler! Just stopping by to remind you that Aelin once made Rowan so horny that he drenched himself in ice water.
Carry on.
Fuck yes. Im reading assassins blade right now, up to the last story. Not fucking ready for it.
this just happened on my dashā¦Ā
it happend again
How can you hate on cookies though?? Like, in any form?? Theyāre FUCKING COOKIES BRO!!!
donāt let the anti-moreos guy see this either
wait for it he has sources
Ā heās here
hell yeah im here and im ready to whoop your substantially corrupt minds back into fucking place
Youāre like 15 dude you aināt about to whoop anyoneās ass
I have the power of skeleton memes on my side, what do you Ā have? Ā tom hiddystan? bendelick mumberdun? doctor when??? yeah
This is literally the most beautiful post on Tumblr
doctor when
bendelick mumberdun. done.Ā
THANK YOU FOR REBLOGGING THIS YOU MADE MY DAY
Omg
I CANT BREATH!
I keep seeing post about how younger bloggers donāt know the Moreos guy so I had to bring this backĀ
No one should have that much power, this is scaring me, the moreos then the moreos guy is why I truly canāt sleep at nightā¦
OMG!! I CANāT STOP LAUGHING!
Oreos are the fucking best
The moreos got him. He was only trying to warn us
He refused to consume the Moreos.
So now the Moreos consumed him.
Iām crying-
OMFG ITāS REAL
DOCTOR FUCKING WHEN
@actual-garbage-gay lets teach the heathens a lesson
Fucking Moreos coming for yah mate.
Gone - Nessian Angst
Trigger Warning (s): Descriptive suicide
Summary: Nesta Archeron has been missing for weeks, the longest sheās ever gone without seeing anyone. The Court of Dreams have searched far and wide, covering all of her favorite places, her apartment. Cassian finally finds her, and she has at last broken.
The entire Court of Dreams was searching for Nesta, they had been for hours. Frantically scouring the coast of Velaris. She had been finally broken, and they hadnāt seen her in weeks.
Cassian saw a figure on one of the jagged cliffs, a white nightdress flowing in the wind and golden brown hair whipping about. He shouted at Azriel, who went to find Rhys and Feyre, who had split from the group to cover more ground.
Cassian barreled downward and crashed into the rocks behind Nesta. She jumped and whirled around, her eyes wild and tears staining her cheeks. Cassian stood straight and called her name.
He took a step toward her, and her eyes widened at the realization of what he was trying to do. She shook her head frantically and took a step back, toward the edge of the cliff. Cassianās blood froze in his veins and his hand trembled as he extended it outward to the broken female before him.
āNesta please. Come away from the edge.ā He called over the wind and heavy rain. Nesta shook her head again, fresh tears spilling over. āI canāt.ā She whispered, the wind carrying her wavering voice to him. āNesta.ā He warned. āPlease Nes, it will get better. We can help you.ā He was beginning to panic now, as she took another step toward the cliffās edge.
He heard his friends land behind him, but his eyes remained on his mate, who was meet feet away from falling off the cliff, into the immobilizing water below. āNesta, killing you self is not the answer. I know it hurts but I need to to stay. Please stay. I canāt help you. We can all help you.ā She took another step. āBed, there are things worth living for. Like Elain, sheāll be destroyed if you do this. And Feyre, and Rhys. We need you, Nes. Please take my hand.ā His hand was shaking even more, if that was even possible. Rain was running down his face, dripping off his eyelashes and lips and nose as he begged her to come to him.
āNesta I love you. Elain loves you. Feyre loves you. Rhys loves you. Hell, even Amren loves you. And we need you to stay with us. I need you to stay with me. Please donāt do this.ā Tears weāre running down his cheeks now, mixing with the rain and sweat. He was desperate. He had to stop her. He couldnāt let his mate die. He couldnāt survive it
And he told her such, watching her feet as they took yet another step. She wobbled, looking behind her. Just a single step more, and sheād fall.
āIām so sorry.ā She whispered, and took her final step.
Cassianās scream was horrible, absolutely horrible as he scrambled after her, diving head first off the cliff. He tucked his wings in tight, flying after her as she fell. She was watching him, and he heard his voice in his head, Let me go.
But he wouldnāt. He couldnāt.
Nestaās body slammed into the water with a sickening boom. And as Cassianās body hit the water after her, the cold pricked his skin and his wings like a thousand tiny needles. But he still found the strength to swim down, after her quickly sinking, lifeless body.
Nesta had died the second her head hit the water, but Cassian didnāt allow himself to think this as he wrapped his arms around her waterlogged body and heaved her up and out. He brought her body to the shore and laid her down gently. His hands running down her face, across her lips, over her nose, over her closed eyelids. He screamed as the mating bond frayed and snapped.
It was the worst pain Cassian had ever felt. It was worse than death, it had to be. The mother couldnāt be this cruel as to cause this much excruciating pain. He ripped at his hair, near tearing it out with the force. His hands raked down his face and he screamed again. Louder this time.
His friends appeared on the beach, Feyre gasping in horror as she took in the sight before her. Her dead sister and her mate sobbing over her.
After his voice turned raw and hoarse from his guttural screams, he silenced and wrapped his arms around his mateās body, holding her close. Breathing in her fading scent. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, breathing in that scent, that cinnamon.
Something inside of him shattered beyond repair as he held her lifeless body close to his. And every second that passed that her heart didnāt beat and her chest didnāt move, another tiny bit of Cassian broke. Until there was nothing left but a hollowed our shell.
(Iām just gonna go sit in the corner and think about what I just did)
How does angst destroy so bloody much šš
Editing
Who doesnāt like editing?Ā
Not me. I love editing. But if you donāt, feel free to get in touch with me in whatever way suits you and we can set something up and I can beta for you if you like.Ā
I can beta for any of the following fandoms:Ā
ACOTAR, TOG, Shadowhunters, Vampire Diaries, Vampire Acadamy, Bloodlines series, Twilight, Ms Peregrine Series, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Lux Series, Origin Series, Gone series, After series
If your fandom isnāt here, get in touch with me anyways and Iāll see if I can help you.Ā
When Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, finds out that she's pregnant she doesn't know what to feel. She felt everything from...
A great fanfic about Aelin and Rowan that you need to read written by @faysand4ever
Summary: when Aelin Ashryver Galathynius found that she was pregnant she doesnāt know what to feel. She felt everything from excited to nervous to terrified. And though she doesnt want to admit, there was a small part of her that didnāt want the baby at all.
She didnāt want to tell rowan for fear of his reaction, but tell she does. His reaction is not the expected one. Emotions rose, problems and challenges present themselves. But they get through it. And left was as perfect as it was going to get.
But then he left, leaving Aelin alone and pissed. And hurt.
Read to find out what happens when Rowan gets back. Will he gain Aelinās trust back? Or will Aelin hate him for the rest of her life?
for people with eating disorders:
i am SO PROUD of you for eating today.
and if you didnāt manage to today, i am still really proud of you for making it through the day, because i know itās hard. i know your brain wonāt shut up about looking in at the different angles in the mirror and the number on the scale. please stay safe.
*Cas and Rhys texting*
Rhysand: nose
Rhysand: i typed that with my nose
Cassian: dick
Rhysand: iām blocking you
I love cassian so fucking much.
it is heavily implied in the twilight canon that if vampires have sex with non-vampires without holding back they could literally end up with a broken spine and/or losing movement in their legs
now hear me out:
billy black.
Holy shit...the possibilities
Hello traveler! Just stopping by to remind you that Aelin once made Rowan so horny that he drenched himself in ice water.
Carry on.
Charlieās Angels š
knew i was missing someone thanks @pathokinessis
Where's Esme?
hi iām not perfect
This is iconic.