We all know that Rhys last name is a huge mystery. But do we really wanna know his last name? Can’t we just let it be the never solved secret of our fandom?
What if it’s something boring like Smith or Tailor?
This is the only place where I can openly speak about the fact that I’m reading smutty fanfictions during my night shift while the hottest resident in my hospital is sitting right next to me writing his doctoral thesis on the influence of sports on multiple sclerosis.
Rhysand was in his office, looking at reports from one of his casinos downtown when his phone rang with a text.
Feyre Asterra: When are you coming home?
He grinned and texted back Soon.
He’d been planning the night for a while and wanted it to be special. It was their first anniversary, and he couldn’t wait to finish what he was doing and go home to his wife. Apparently, she couldn’t either.
Feyre Asterra: Not good enough.
Before he could analyze that, a loud thud came from the hallway outside his office. Which was strange, because he’d cleared the building over an hour ago to work alone.
A gun was in his hand instantly, and he prowled toward the door, wondering who was trying to die tonight. He ripped it open, then leaned out to glance down the hallway. Empty.
He cocked the gun and went off in the direction he’d heard the noise come from. Only to whirl around as he heard almost-silent footsteps behind him.
It was too late though, because something hard connected with the back of his head and darkness swept in to claim him before he could fire a shot.
Book quotes that made me believe in love again~ part 2, because these are all so adorable I just couldn’t fit them into one post<3
•He pushed, simply because he damn well couldn’t stop himself,
“And what do you deserve?” A slow smile, indeed a plains-cat readying for the kill. Then, “Certainly more than a bastard-born nobody.”
~Nesta my queen letting her romantic side show for a second :’) so vulnerable. Huh? What? Unresolved trauma? No- this is 100/10 romance bb
•"You don’t even know what you’re saying,” Kenji tells him. “You’re acting crazy—”
“I was happier,” Adam says, “when I thought she was dead.”
“You, of all people,” Adam says to me. He looks so disgusted. “I trusted you—told you things I never should’ve told you— I can’t believe you’d do this to me. That you’d fall for him. What the hell is wrong with you?” he demands, his voice rising in pitch. “How sick in the head do you have to be?”
~Adam Kent to his girlfriend<3 fights can be so sexy. especially when a guy calls his girlfriend fucked in the head uwu. every girl’s dream :))wishing she was dead aaahhh love is love okay.
•His growls of pleasure filled the tent, drowning out the distant cries of the injured and dying. Life and death—hovering so close, whispering in our ears.
And I hoped that this shard of life we offered up, this undimming light between us, would drive death a bit further away. At least for another day.
~feysand my fav power couple. getting down and dirty in a battlefield like the rulers they are. What? oh no not fighting for their homeland no no that’s for basic bitches<33 romantics do seggsy time in battles ;) it’s called feminism okay look it up
•“You care for me,” Will said. His voice was cool and sure. “And you know that I admire you, the way that all women know when a man admires them. Now you have come to tell me you will be here, available to me, for as long as I might wish it. I am offering you what I thought you wanted.”
“You cannot mean that.”
“And you cannot have imagined I meant anything more,” Will said. “There is no future for a Shadowhunter who dallies with warlocks. One might befriend them, employ them, but not …”
~will my bestie offering the girl he loves to be his whore<3 unusual but I don’t kink shame here :) spread loveee,hashtag speaking from the heart
•"Hear my judgment,” Cardan says, authority ringing in his voice. “I hereafter exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world until such time as she is pardoned by the crown. Until then, let her not step one foot in Faerie or forfeit her life.”
I gasp. “But you can’t do that!”
He looks at me for a long moment, but his gaze is mild, as though he’s expecting me to be fine with exile. As though I am nothing at all. “Of course I can,” he replies.
“But I’m the Queen of Faerie,” I shout, and for a moment, there is silence.
Then everyone around me begins to laugh.
“Deny it then,” I yell. “Deny me!”
He cannot, of course, so he does not.
~cardan my fairie romeo sweeping Jude off her feet by exiling her<3 *I think I’ve seeeenn this film beforeeee* he really thought he showed some huge ass ravenclaw energy here :) who said long distance can’t be steamy?
•“I lied,” he said. “Demons lie, Clary. You know, there are some kinds of wounds you can get when you’re a Shadowhunter—internal injuries from demon poison. You don’t even know what’s wrong with you, but you’re bleeding to death slowly inside. That’s what it’s like, just being your brother.”
“But Aline—”
“I had to try. And I did.” His voice was lifeless. “But God knows, I don’t want anyone but you. I don’t even want to want anyone but you.”
Clary’s voice had sunk to a whisper. “I don’t want anyone but you, either.”
~awww this is like the new “being your friend isn’t enough”,, brotherly love<3 okay friends to lovers enemies to lovers WHAT ABOUT SIBLINGS TO LOVERS HUHHH
•"You—Reid, you also made an oath to me. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife.”
His hands dropped to his sides. Defeated. A spark of hope flared in my chest. But then he closed his eyes—seeming to collapse in on himself—and when he opened them again, they were void of all emotion. Empty. Dead.
“You are not my wife.”
What was left of my heart shattered completely.
~Reid my new bff being loyal to his religion and telling Lou that she’s not his wife :’) so pure. true love 101. *so there you go-o can’t make a wife outta a WITCH* his mentor is the hot priest from fleabag<3 “you love me? It’ll pass<3”
•“Why don’t I give you the lashing you deserve?”
He looked so dead set on it that she blinked. “If you ever take a whip to me, I will skin you alive.” Rowan paused his stalking. “You’re worthless.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
He went on, “You would probably have been more useful to the world if you’d actually died ten years ago.”
She just looked him in the eye and said, “I’m leaving.”
~ughhh what is it with men’s dirty talk being “I wish you were dead” it’s so poetic :’) again, bird love confessions are…unique, so cut rowan some slack. also threatening to whip her kinkyyyy<333
•Juliette supposed it was her turn to walk away. The lover and the liar, the liar and the lover. They switched those roles between themselves like it was a game.
“I tell the truth,” Juliette said again. Each word was a blade that sliced through her tongue, cutting her twice as deep as the harm she put out into the world. “Wake up. This entire dalliance between us has been an extraction of information.”
“Juliette, don’t say such—”
~Juliette and Roma spending the whole book pining over each other and confessing their feelings, to reach this end. because love<333
•“Don’t worry, tracker. You’ll know when our deal is up.” He shoved me belowdecks, but not before I heard his parting words to Mal—“I’ll be certain you hear it when I make her scream.”
~love triangles can be sooo beautiful especially when you’ve been kidnapped by one of the guys and the other has the personality of a wet towel<33 but love is love so-
His eyes close. He leans his forehead against mine. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I hate you.”
He shakes his head very slowly. Dips down. His nose brushes the nape of my neck and I stifle a horrified shiver that he misunderstands. “God I’d love to just take a bite out of you.”
~Aaron Warner to Juliette in shatter me. He then proceeded to kiss her because love<3
•“You’re my sister,“ he said finally. "My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you"—he laughed soundlessly without any humor—"to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do.”
~Jace Herondale to Clary Fray,, love between siblings is so rare these days :’)
•“I do so prefer hand-to-hand combat with you,” he said, catching my other wrist when I swung my fist down. “I like how close it brings us, Princess.”
I shrieked my frustration—my irritation—at him. At myself. “There is something so wrong with you!”
“Probably, but you know what?” He lifted his head off the ground. “That’s the part you like the most.”
~Casteel telling Poppy that he’s getting turned on while she’s trying to kill him. Who said romance is dead?
•“When you lick me,” he said roughly, “I want to be alone—far away from everyone. Because when you lick me, Feyre,” he said, pressing nipping kisses to my jaw, my neck, “I’m going to let myself roar loud enough to bring down a mountain.”
“And when I lick you,” he said, sliding his arms around me and tucking me in tight to him, “I want you splayed out on a table like my own personal feast.”
~my personal fav. Rhysand comparing his wife to food,, the same food that he gives her a choice in eating<33 100/10 love it. Mates 4 life.
•"There is nothing that I can give you. Nothing I want to give you. You are not owed an explanation for what I do outside of training. I don’t care what you have been through or what you want to do with your life. The sooner you can sort out your whining and self-pity, the sooner I can be rid of you. You are nothing to me, and I do not care.”
~Rowan to Aelin while she’s desperately looking for a friend. Awwww do birds say different stuff to the people they like? Love to see the representation<3
•James,“ she said. "You don’t love me.”
He rose to his feet. He was no longer kneeling, and she was glad for it, but he was still close to her– so close to her she could have reached out and set her palm against his chest.
“No,” he said. “I don’t.”
She knew that. Hearing him say it still felt like a blow, unexpected and shocking, like the moment when you were stabbed. The surprise was how much it hurt.”
~James to cordelia,, such a beautiful scene. 1000/10 love it<333
•“There will be nothing left,” I whispered.
“No,” he said gently as he folded me in his arms. He pressed a kiss to the top of my hair. “I will strip away all that you know, all that you love, until you have no shelter but me.”
~Aleks tryna get the girl by murdering everyone she knows :’)) play lover by Taylor swift<3
•"Did you …“ Luke coughed and his lips glistened red. "Did you love me?”
Annabeth wiped her tears away. “There was a time I thought … well, I thought …”
“You were like a brother to me, Luke,” she said softly. “But I didn’t love you.”
He nodded, as if he’d expected it. He winced in pain.
~My boy Luke flirting with a 16 year old while bleeding to death :)) he’s the definition of dedication. Spoiler- he doesn’t get the girl.
•“You came back for me.”
“I protect my investments.” Investments.
“I’m glad I’m bleeding all over your shirt.”
~Kazzle Dazzle calling the girl he likes an investment. Guys take notes<3
feyre asking rhys if she can paint him and he says sure, thinking she’s gonna make a drawing of him then she makes him lay on the bed with his clothes off and paints onhim
1. I personally thought Nesta’s redemption arc was BEAUTIFUL. I’m so happy she finally found her own friends/family and she overcame her fears and became a better person all together
2. I did not really like her and Cassian’s relationship thingy. Mostly because they were just having sex 75% of the time. And it felt a little bit all over the place. But honestly the mating part at the end was adorable and I fw that. PLUS the thought that Cassian and Nesta will have their own family is ADORABLE
3.Wtf was this plot? It confused me so much. But of course the book was supposed to be about Nesta’s improvement which makes sense
4. The sex scenes were ummmm… I get why Sarah said this would be her dirtiest book
5. I LOVED all the Feysand scenes. I cried so hard at the end when everyone thought Feyre would die. But the icing on the cake was when Rhys had got on his knees to thank her and Nesta got on her knees and gave him a hug
6. the one that made me explode: WTF IS RHYS’S LAST NAME?!!! they mention it in the bonus feysand chapter but THEY NEVER SAID WHAT IT WAS.
But anyways i absolutely loved the book like all SJM books.
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That’s all my brain can think about rn. If there’s more to rant maybe I’ll make a part two
Sarah had first announced this book on June 26th (which was about 8 months ago)
And since then we have been agonizingly waiting to see our favorite characters come back to life again. We can finally get to see how Nesta Archeron grows personally and physically, We get to see how she and Cassian will find love and peace together.
so to whoever has been waiting…and waiting…and waiting some more
Give yourself a pat on the back or a boop on the nose . We’ve finally made it
He once bought all the equipment from a store because the store owner was in need of money
And then told her to give all the equipment to the Illyrian village because it was going to be a cold winter and said to give it under Rhys’s name instead of his
So finally I can share this illustration with you since I’ve seen so many of you posting/sharing it on Instagram! thank you all so much in advance by the way, even though I don’t speak german haha. This is a commission I did around two months ago for @buecherbuechse Crescent City suscription box of September. This time it was a design for a pillowcase. If you don’t recognized them, is the deal scene of Rhysand and Feyre under the mountain in A Court of Thorns of Roses by @therealsjmaas. Hope you like it! And big thanks to Bücherbüchse for trusting in my art and me again
“He led me past displays that sparkled like small constellations, the worth of each … Even as a merchant’s daughter, I could not calculate the worth of any of it. And toward the back of the chamber, shrouded in a heavier darkness … I’d heard of catacombs on the continent, where skulls of beloved or infamous people were kept in little alcoves—dozens or hundreds of them to a wall. The concept here was the same: carved into the rock was an entire wall of crowns. They each had their own resting place, lined with black velvet, each illuminated by— “Glowworms,” Rhys told me as the tiny, bluish globs crusted in the arches of each nook seemed to glitter like the entire night sky. In fact … What I’d taken for small faelights in the ceiling high above … It was all glowworms. Pale blue and turquoise, their light as silken as moonlight, illumining the jewels with their ancient, silent fire.” —A Court of Wings and Ruin
hey, y’all. it has been awhile! I am not dead, but not here either. here’s a thread explaining why, and thank you so much for coming along on this journey with me! (most of you, anyways).
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Rowan grows his hair back out and let’s Evangeline braid it, then rides on his shoulders, screaming the lyrics to Frozen songs as he sprints full speed through the snow.
why does SJM never follow up on or stick to anything she writes?
nesta says fighting isn’t the only strength that exists and now she’s a ✨warrior✨
nesta says she wants to go travel the world and see what it has to offer and now she’s ✨stuck in a house where the only way out is to either take 10,000 steps or ask someone to get her out✨
feyre says she doesn’t want a child and wants to experience life and next thing you know ✨she’s a mother✨
I also feel the same way, like realistically people change their minds about things all the time but with SJM isn’t her writing her characters to fit the plot not her writing g the plot to fit her characters.
I personally say she’s writing to fit the male narrative. Which is interesting since the male character never even has more of the POV.
Cassian’s a warrior. Nesta’s a warrior. Who has to do more of the groveling? Nesta. Who shouldered the emotion and romance of this ship? Nesta. Who had more of the power (money influence friends etc)? Cassian. Was that ever evened out? Nope. She changes her BODY to have a baby. What???????? That’s something that happens. Literally. Forget Cassian saying I love you. he didn’t apologize even once. But? Nesta. She did.
Rhysand’s a high lord. Feyre’s a high lady. Does she ever get to be in the high lady role that we see her in? No. Who has more of the voice in pregnancy arc? Rhysand. Literally fucking Rhysand.
Who is now the main intersection between Gwyn, Elain, and Mor? Azriel. It’s always Azriel!!!!
Even in the main plot of Mor, who now has more of a voice and influence? Eris. Who do we almost believe more and have sympathy for based on context alone and how it’s presented? Eris!!!
Does Mor even have a narrative? no!
Does Elain have a narrative? no! Do we even have any details? no!
They can fix wings and eyes for the male characters. But for the female characters? Emerie cant fly. Too complicated to fix. Feyre almost dies. No c sections exist. There’s a library full of women who are sas and they have an entire people who have no rights for women. Even Amren now looks like a tyrant.
Every single mother character is abused. LOA. Cassian’s mom. Rhysands mom. Azriels mom.
Feyre is the first high lady and there still is no new high lady. Amarantha is a powerful women and she’s the first villain. The queens are the villains. Vassa is cursed, lost her kingdom.
Has any of this been resolved in any concrete way that even makes it seem like a smidge that women have power in this world which satisfies girlboss feminism? NOOOOOOO.
So I say maybe when she gets that straight everything will actually start making sense here.
Wow, this was so spot on! Her thirst for her male characters drives so much of how and what she writes.
Anyone who isn’t currently in a loving, committed relationship is thisclose to being useless to the story. That’s why Mor disappeared, and Elain is nearly MIA.
It’s what I’ve been annoyed about since acosf came out - how she can’t even consider a character’s existence if they aren’t literally on the page. I guess this is another aspect.
To me, this is also another sign of her being self-indulgent in her writing, which on the one hand is okay! We won’t write if we don’t enjoy it! But uh… there are readers and stuff We can and will find inconsistencies and plot holes.
I think this is one of the many reasons I very much prefer ToG to ACOTAR. While both series have their merits and flaws, I think ToG sticks to it’s guns more. The characters have more agency outside of relationships. The reason Aelin can have four different relationships in her series, all of them rounded out, is because her life never revolves fully on them. Even her relationship with Rowan is secondary to her own goals and achievements as a person. Because ToG is, at it’s heart, an story of adventure. ACOTAR, at it’s heart, is a self indulgent romance that follows more of the male-dominating, submissive woman, BDSM sort of vibe that Sarah enjoys reading. (She has mentioned the Black Dagger Brotherhood many times in interviews and I read some way back in the day and they are very much a narrative on a man finding, claiming, and dominating a woman into sex marathons and baby-making). And there isn’t anything wrong with people enjoying that sort of fictional narrative.
The issue is that after reading ToG, we expected more to the story. ToG has well rounded women who, while they all eventually do end up in relationships and while the men do still have these ridiculous “alpha male” type personalities, it is the women who carry the series.
It is Aelin working herself out of slavery and oppression, Aelin coming to terms with an abandoned heritage and then fighting like hell to reclaim a land and a people who have been submerged in darkness for ten years. It is Aelin’s story of evolving from self-centered assassin to a Queen of the People.
It is the story of a witch who learns what love is, and that love is the only power worth fighting for. Who learns this from her bonds with her wyvern and her friends and secondarily, if that, from a romantic partner.
It’s the story of a woman who travels to the ends of the continent, overcoming disability and the evils of men and war, on the slim chance of a better world. Elide is the carrier if the word key, and the one to plot the demise of the dark villain.
It is the story of a woman who chose healing over the darkness the world. It is Yrene who brings Chaol out of the dark, who defeats Erawan, who’s bravery and merit combined, not with Chaol but with the cunning and courage of Nesryn, that wins them an army.
ToG has women who carry the plot. Women in true seats of power. Aelin is Queen. Rowan, even as her husband, is still King Consort. It is Manon who is Queen, even with a romance with Dorian that might have given her a crown. It is Yrene who is the savior of the world, the title of Lady never a needed addition to the power she has amassed for herself.
ACOTAR was a romance with a flimsy fantastic plot beneath the main story that is Rhys and Feyre. And yes, even with all Rhys spouts about being pro-woman, Feyre still dresses the way he likes, is only close friends with his friends (Lucien, Alis, all of Feyre’s friends outside of Rhys’s are either forgotten or sidelined), and lives his lifestyle. She talks about how Tamlin just wanted her in pretty dresses, having babies, and painting, but in the end, that is exactly what she does with Rhys. She can’t even have an argument with him about how he treats her sister without Rhys telling his buddy that he’s sending away the servants not because of their arguing, but because she’ll soon forget about it while having sex with him.
And then Nesta falls into the exact same pattern with Cassian. They argue, she submits to him, he fucks her. He’s a dick, she retaliates, she feels bad, she submits, he fucks her.
Sarah is GOOD at chemistry. She’s good at making the audience thirst for the next kiss and the next round of heat. She’s good at making characters want each other, and making the audience then want them to want each other.
And it wouldn’t be so frustrating if that was ALL she was good at. If ACOTAR was just a sex romance book that I picked up when I was in the mood. But she adds enough elements to make it have the potential to be SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. And so it’s incredibly disappointing when it falls short.
The women, given so much potential for greatness, settle to be what is most comfortable for the men in their lives to live with.
Hi guys! This is my first ever feysand fic. Please feel free to offer some feedback or drop some prompts you’d like me to do next time. I hope you like this one!
P.S. the idea for this fanfic was taken from one of Steph Bohrer’s tiktoks.
Feyre wanted nothing more than to drop into bed. That is what she told herself as she fumbled with the keys to her apartment door at two in the morning.
She had been at Elain’s bachelorette party all night, drinking herself half to death. Feyre still struggled with the fact that her elder sister was going to be married by the end of the month. She was happy for Elain—truly. But thinking of the love and joy her sister had found in life—and she, had not—has admittedly made her a little jealous.
Elain’s love life had started blossoming when Feyre first introduced her to a good friend, Lucien Vanserra. She thought it was a good idea, bringing them both together. Lucien, no matter how many times he had denied it, was a rather lonely man. That is, of course, courtesy of Feyre’s prick of an ex, Tamlin. Ever since things went south with Tamlin, Feyre had decided to flee and sever their years-long relationship, bringing Lucien along with her.
She had been absolutely broken then. She had never realised the influence Tamlin held over her life. She had been blind—so incredibly blind—to the toxicity of their relationship. She had endured years of constant heartache, guilt and shame. All in the name of love. And Tamlin had decided to wash all efforts down the drain the night he directed his rage towards her.
Lucien, ever so loyal, stayed with her post the breakup. He comforted her, listened to her rant, and generally did such a good job taking care of her. She was grateful for all he did.
To show said gratitude, she decided to introduce Lucien to her sister Elain. Things had been awkward at first but a mere few weeks later, they were both talking amicably, which will only grow into the love that they have for each other today.
So in short, she was happy for them. A little jealous, but beyond happy.
Feyre finally managed to stick the key into her door and unlocked it. She was so exhausted she had almost missed the white sheet of folded paper that fluttered down onto her feet.
Confused, she picked it up, almost tripping herself in the process. She snatched the folded note up from the floor and shut the door behind her. She fumbled for the lights in her apartment before taking off her shoes.
She made her way into her bedroom, perching herself at the edge of her bed, unfolding the note in her hands.
Just so you know, you have an excellent taste in music.
- Guy in 320
She cringed as she remembered the day Mor came over for a girls night. Her friend had not just brought a suitcase full of snacks but an entirely separate one for alcohol only. When Feyre asked her why, her only response was “the bigger the sample space, the more options” and they left it at that. Mor had also deigned to bring her new speaker, blasting out Taylor Swift’s new album for the duration of the night. Feyre hadn’t realised how loud they had been playing until she had received this note.
Frowning at the memory, she placed the note on her bedside table and snuggled into bed. She would deal with this in the morning, when an inevitable hangover would be waiting for her, but also sobriety.
-
Morning had come to soon and Feyre felt as if her head was about to explode. She soundly thanked her past self as she spied a full glass of water on her bedside table. She had left it there before leaving for Elain’s party, knowing she’d need it the following morning. Feyre greedily gulped it down.
It wasn’t until a few hours later that her headache receded. Her attention snagged onto yesterday’s note. Without giving herself time to hesitate, she grabbed it and went to pen down a response.
Thank you. Although if this is a subtle way of telling me to turn down my music, note taken.
- Girl in 319
With no time to reconsider herself, she was out and slipping the note under her neighbour’s door.
-
Another note came that night, slipped under her door like the day before. If Feyre was being completely honest, she had come to look forward to it. The anticipation of her neighbour’s next response.
She quickly unfolded it, her eyes scanning the page, allowing herself a small trickle of hope. A small smile graced her lips as she beheld the writing.
Of course not, I like blasting out my music too. Just wanted to say that I liked what I heard. It’d be nice to share our music preferences some day. What do you say? Hit me up.
- Rhys, the guy in 320
And written on the bottom of that paper, in neat cursive handwriting, was a phone number.
Aww this is so cute! Modern Rhys is a Swiftie and I will absolutely die on this hill. I’m imagining he was in his flat having his own mini concert from Feyre’s music
And the background Elucien and Feyre/Lucien brotp, I love to see it If there’s one thing I always go feral over, it’s fic where Feyre steals Lucien after she and Tamlin break up.
Me, waiting for my maybe-too-loud-for-my-neighbours swiftie concerts to have an outcome like this:
This is wonderful, (also, I absolutely adore the idea of Mor blasting the music that loud just bc she knows that her cousin won’t complain about it) and the notes?? Brilliant. Back to basic, Rhys will always manage to flirt via writing.
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