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Feyre and Rhys - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Artist: @asayris
look i get that kylie jenner did it and that sarah j maas had her own baby but feyre is TWENTY ONE and is going to live FOREVER why on earth does she want to have a baby NOW
no because feyre doesn’t need to have a CHILD to be happy
Does anyone else want a book about the next generation of the inner circle?
"And all around us, as if the world itself were indeed falling apart, stars rained down".
Insta: avía.sebag
Feyre: *walks into party*
Rhys:
Feyre:
Rhys:
Feyre:
Cassian: Feyre, looking radiant as always
Rhys: *Inhales aggressively*
Day 1: Heir of Spring
The enemy of my enemy may possibly be the father of my child
A small crack fic to start us off with a bang ;)
@tamlinweek
Tamlin winnowed into the Summer Court hall with a resounding boom. All eyes turned to face the surprise guest, then the murmuring began.
Tarquin stood from his seat in greeting.
“Tamlin, are you alright? We weren’t sure that you would join us today, we missed you at the last meeting in the Day Court.”
The male was dishevelled, his hair wild around his shoulders and his eyes bright and frantic. A green velvet robe hung precariously on his frame, gaping open at his chest.
Tamlin's hands fluttered by his sides somewhat helplessly before finally resting on his hips. He looked about the room.
“I need to make an heir.”
“I… beg your pardon?”
“Spring is dying. When the path was cleared for Hybern to invade, he destroyed the land. All life has disappeared from my Court. My people are scared and they need a home, yet it lies in ruin. If I want to have any hope of restoring my Court, it is my duty as the High Lord to produce an heir and bring forth new life. to repair the balance of Spring.”
He continued, pacing about the room even as several jaws dropped at this new bit of information.
“I won’t stay for long. I only wanted to share what I have learned and to ask you to inform your courts. Any males who you deem worthy of this task should journey to Spring immediately. Calanmai fast approaches and will be upon us within the moon. I want to take advantage of that.”
Thesan, who found himself seated next to Rhysand, could have sworn he heard the male emit a high squeak that he struggled to hide as his fingers clutched at his armrest.
The High Lord of Night coughed delicately. "Males, Tamlin?" He attempted a drawl, but his gaze was far too intent, Thesan thought delightedly. It completely belied his suave façade.
Tamlin spoke again, his eyes fixed on Rhys in a pointed stare.
“Naturally. After all that Spring has suffered, I trust no-one but myself to carry my child.”
Beside him, Feyre twitched.
A beat, then Helion’s deep laughter echoed throughout the hall.
“What a predicament you find yourself in, Tamlin! Rest assured, I will inform the members of my court and personally select my most capable of males for you. Perhaps I might even make an appearance myself at Calanmai this year.”
Helion waggled his eyebrows, Tamlin rolled his eyes.
“My thanks, Helion.”
Then, as if a dam had broken, each of the High Lords in turn spoke their agreement, promising their aid.
Then, there remained only Night.
Tamlin's lip turned upwards just a tad, “Rest assured, I will not be seeking aid from Night. You may keep your seed to yourselves.”
“Bold of you to speak as if the Night Court would ever willingly offer you aid.” Feyre said hotly.
“You know,” he smiled toothily, “I’m surprised that Tarquin has allowed you two back in his Court at all, considering what happened the last time he extended his good will towards you. I only hope you don’t steal any artifacts or destroy any monuments on your way out. Besides, I wouldn’t want any child of mine to have such abhorrent traits.”
Feyre glowered, opening her mouth to speak again when Tarquin clapped his hands, rising from his seat. "If that will be all?"
"Of course. Apologies for the disturbance, Tarquin. I'll be making my leave."
Tamlin turned back to Feyre, dipping his head mockingly, "My lady."
She glared viciously at him but said nothing in reply.
“Lords, Ladies. I shall see you all at Calanmai.”
Some time later
“... Er, is something the matter?” Kallias paused in his report to glance concernedly in Tamlin's direction.
Almost simultaneously, all eyes whipped round to the High Lord of Spring, who was wriggling in his seat, expression stormy.
Sitting across from him were the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, neither of whom had bothered to erase the stunned, slightly aghast expressions on their faces that had been present ever since his arrival.
“Fine,” Tamlin said tightly, his hand running over the swell of his stomach. “Just wondering if all of this is worth saving the Spring Court from eternal ruin, is all.”
Lady Freya of Autumn turned towards him.
“Perhaps you ought to shift, dear. I remember your mother when she was deep in her pregnancy with you. She would often shift as the mood struck to be more comfortable. Besides, the babe will be due in less than two months now."
Tamlin smiled, sadness tinging his lips at the mention of his mother. "I suppose I have been putting it off for quite a while now... If you’ll all excuse me for just a moment.”
A sudden glow engulfed the Spring Lord and shimmered in the air before dissipating, leaving behind-
A set of hands thudded loudly on the great table, accompanied by the sound of a crashing chair.
“You can shapeshift?!” Feyre shouted over at Tamlin.
She cocked her head in bemusement, running her hands over her stomach. “Feyre, you inherited your shapeshifting powers from me. Of course I can shapeshift.”
Feyre's face was a splendid shade of red. “I meant during pregnancy,”
Tamlin's lips thinned into a line, utterly perplexed. “Feyre, I am a shapeshifter by nature… Of course I can shapeshift during pregnancy. I would have thought that Rhys would have informed you of this, given the complicated nature of your own pregnancy.”
Quick as a whip, all eyes were on Rhysand, who had yet to speak. His face was frozen into a half smile, his knuckles white on the table top.
Feyre's eyes flashed as she crossed her arms, looking at him expectantly.
"I- had forgotten about Tamlin's abilities."
Tamlin arched an eyebrow sardonically. "I truly, truly find that hard to believe, Rhysand. I'd shifted between male and female enough times in our youth that I'd thought the knowledge might have stuck with you. It certainly made an impression on you the last time I shifted"
"I-"
"And besides, there are plenty of shapeshifters in Spring. If you didn't want to consult me all those times you were trespassing on my lands, you could have spoken to any of the fae in the Westerlands and they could have told you everything you needed to know."
Silence fell over the round table, then Feyre flung herself at Rhysand with nails bared as he scrabbled to escape, screaming shrilly.
All in all, it was a very eventful meeting.
Acotar fandom, I have a question and I need answers.
I see a lot of people talking about how some characters "became" mates, or how the mating bond was "created".
From my understanding (that can be completely wrong) mating bonds were always "inside" the characters and then, when they are mature enough or for some other sort of reason, snapped. That the concept of "mates" is basically the same as "soulmates" but made more literal.
This idea was only further "confirmed" when Cassian had that speech in ACOWAR, telling Nesta that he would find her in another life. For me, it kinda meant that mating bonds are connections not for life, but for eternity. And that's the reason mates are so complementary and represent things that go "further" than life. For example, Nesta represents Death and Cassian represents War, two things that are connected in all universes and times. Like Feysand with Night and Stars. And so, they are born and die with it, and that's the reason the bond is unbreakable.
Are there any passages in the book indicating bonds are created or is it just something up to interpretation?
When I was young and Mor came out as sapphic/queer, I sat down and wrote an idea for a fic where Mor falls in love with a badass female Illyrian warrior. I also did my research for Feyre and Rhys’s kid name. It wasn’t as on the nose as fudgin’ Nyx. So one of my theories came true ☺️💚
In acomaf when it was said that Rhys went to Mor first after 50 yrs under the mountain and he said"shes my mate, shes my mate."
Do y'all not think Mor thought he was saying that amarantha was his mate.
Like all anyone heard from under the mountain and abt Rhys for 50yrs was the he was her whore and Mor knew nothing about feyre so she HAD to think she was talking abt her.
I know if I was Mor I would be crying abt that too. Coz who would want her as a mate.
I think abt his alot and why is nobody talking abt this.
ACOTAR Incorrect Quotes
1.) Cassian: So, Rhysand. There are rumors going around that you call your tattoos “wing-dings”. Is this true?
Rhysand: uhm, no—
Feyre, walking in the room: Hey look, Rhys! Now we have matching wing-dings!
Rhysand:
Cassian:
Rhysand: I can explain
2.)
Feyre, standing next to a board that says “whore”: There’s only one thing worse than a whore, Nesta
Elain: *peels back a sticker in front of “whore” to reveal “my sister”
Feyre: boom.
Nesta: *gasps* Feyre
Elain: no
BONUS
Rhysand: Hey there, my name is-
Cassian: Batman
Rhysand: shut up, Bartok
Cassian, skipping down the hallway: *waves to Rhysand excitedly*
Feyre:
Don’t forget Once Upon A Dream by Lana Del Ray. Oh my word serious Rhys vibes from this beauty.
Feysand Playlist
Write On Me /// Fifth Harmony
Never Be Alone /// Shawn Mendes
I’m Only Me When I’m With You /// Taylor Swift
Salvation /// Gabrielle Aplin
Don’t Let Me Go /// Raign
If I could Fly /// One Direction
When I Look At You /// Miley Cyrus
Through The Dark /// One Direction
I Was Made For Loving You /// Tori Kelly & Ed Sheeran