Do No Go Gentle: Donna

Link to song: Donna by the Lumineers

Synopsis: In which Feyre has a business meeting with a potential employer.

TW: Vague mentions of self-harm and abuse.

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Chapter 21: Donna

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Rhys

Like fucking clockwork, I woke with the rising sun.

It took less than five minutes to peel out of my sheets and pull some clothes on. Two minutes to down the shot of espresso and munch through an apple in the kitchen. One minute to creep back up the stairs quietly and open that door, just the tiniest slit—

Her figure was slumped to the side, arm dangling off the ledge of the bed. But I could see it, that steady up and down of her chest. Alive. Breathing. Peaceful.

Striking.

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Do Not Go Gentle: Everybody Loves You

Link to song: Everybody Loves You by Charlotte Lawrence

Synopsis: An interrogation, and an overall shit night.

TW: Mentions of abuse and self harm. Please, if you’re sensitive to these topics, read with caution.

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Chapter 20: Everybody Loves You

“The footage shows you being taken away from Spring Corporations by Cassian Noctis. By the looks of it you were sedated, and he carried you down to the parking garage where the getaway car was waiting to transport you. He was aided by Alis Cedarwood, who helped him with the locks and security codes.”

The stainless steel table beneath my forearms was just as cold as the festering emptiness in my bones. I didn’t even look up to detective Hanson as I croaked, “And did you scan the footage twenty minutes before that? When my fiancee was dragging me away from the elevator as I tried to escape?”

“The rest of the footage was blank. Only Mr. Ivy and his associates leaving while you stayed in your office.”

I snorted. Everything felt distorted, like reality was caving in on itself. “Of course he did.”

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Do Not Go Gentle Masterlist

Hey everyone! So I’ve posted the entirety of my acotar AU fanfic, Do Not Go Gentle, here on tumblr because I thought some of my followers may want some new fic material. Here’s the masterlist! If you’ve got any questions, comments, snarky remarks, I’d love to hear them all :)

Synopsis:

Feyre’s life seems to be falling apart before her very eyes: her fiancée is keeping secrets from her, the demons in her past are beginning to haunt her present, and to top it all off, a beautiful stranger just can’t seem to leave her alone at the coffee shop she works in.

But the day she finds tiny packets of pills in her shop’s storage room, Feyre discovers that she is in way, way over her head.

AKA, another modern AU in which Tamlin is a Shady Tool™, Feyre loses her marbles, and Rhys is there to help her every step of the way.

It follows mostly ACOMAF but I’ve taken a bit of liberty in the characters and their storylines for the modern twist. Hope you enjoy it!

I’ll be updating this as I go! I seriously hope you give it a read, and if you do, hope you enjoy it. Also, if you prefer this format, go check it out on Ao3 here!

Hope you’re all staying happy, safe and healthy with these dreadful times right now, and I’m sending all my love to y’all right now.

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A Court of Wrath and Moonlight: Chapter 2

The fic is now up on my Ao3! Here’s the link!

Fic Masterlist

Chapter 1

Trigger warning: This chapter contains graphic scenes of violence and physical/emotional abuse. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with caution.

CHAPTER 2

We ate breakfast the next morning in the dining hall. I’d convinced Vesna through a series of long whines and sighs to let me wear an outfit of my choice instead of my normally formal attire, claiming I was sick of being so presentable after such a hard week. She wisely chose to back off and I sighed at the warmth of the blush wool knit that hugged my arms. Papa sat to my right and Lucien across from us, both donning similar clothing for sparring. They’d be practicing after breakfast then going out for a hunt, traditions of theirs that held up every time Lucien visited. It was nice to have an extra person at the table, to not have the scraping of utensils against plates be the only sound filling the space.

“And how is Helion these days?” Papa questioned, sawing through a thick slab of steak.

“As Helion always is,” Lucien grinned, “ruling and fucking as he pleases.”

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A Court of Wrath and Moonlight: Chapter 1

Hey guys! So I’m about halfway through my fic and after a lot of fussing over the first few chapters, I’ve finally decided to post it because I can’t wait to share this with you guys! I’m still waiting for an invite to Ao3 (I’ve never used the site to post before so that’s all new territory to me) so hopefully it’ll be up there soon for those that prefer reading it there!

This is set seventy five years after ACOWAR and will centre around Feyre and Rhys’s son (an OC of mine) and Tamlin’s daughter (another OC of mine). Some pronunciation guidelines:

-Keorah (kee-oh-ruh)

-Keke (kee-kee) (yes, like the drake song)

-Milo (my-low)

-Vesna (Vess-nuh)

-Nyana (knee-a-nuh)

-Isra (Ee-z-raa) (here’s a link to the proper pronunciation, the arabic one)

-When Keorah says Mama and Papa, they are pronounced with a central-american accent, not southern united states

Without further ado, here is A Court of Wrath and Moonlight!

CHAPTER 1

Calloused, slender and careful, those hands drifted across the page, filling in whatever spaces they deemed fitting with fine brushes of charcoal. The surroundings were blurred around the edges, only a pale-stained wooden table littered with thick, creamy stationary, some new and waiting to be used, others crumpled up at failed attempts. A set of the finest charcoals gold could buy sat carefully poised near the unknown artist’s right hand, always within reach in case they felt the need to switch. Though it was a little messy, just by the care and precision those hands handled their tools, I could tell that they worshipped this art.