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

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.

The House of Beasts, Prologue

Hey guys! So I’ve been reading a lot of ACOTAR/ACOMAF fanfics on tumblr recently, most of them AUs of how the story would play out in a real life setting, and honestly, they are my favorite things to read because they are incredibly entertaining and just GAH amazing. Some of my favorites:

And so, all to say, that I really began thinking about what my AU would be, and now I have this story within me, and I cannot stop thinking about it, so it’s time to write. I’ve written a bunch before (NaNoWriMo twice and 5 fanfics on Wattpad) but never on Tumblr, because all the writers in the ACOTAR community are so intimidating and amazing and I never thought I could write as well as them. Welp, here’s my first shot guys, and I’ll try to update as often as I can. 

Please, give me no hate, and send me requests, suggestions, ANYTHING that may help my writing or this story. I very much appreciate it!

Prologue: Bets

My breath sounded like an amplified scream against the stark of the infinitely silent night that surrounded me. The cold brick stone behind me dug into the skin between my shoulder blades. The chill of the night June weather bit into my bones. I was shaking. The only reason I could tell? The gun shook within my hands.

In and out, I told myself. I could do this.

Now, of course, what I was about to do was sacrilegious. Existentially horrible. But it was not like I had a choice. Not with my sisters’ boyfriends watching me from the House. I just needed to pull the trigger, get it over with, and leave before anybody sighted me.

It was still horrible. No matter the half-assed motive behind my actions, fear was still etched into the depths of my being.  

Drabble time!

38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Feyrhys ;)

Rhys’s POV

Feyre’s water broke. 

As you can already tell, this was a stressful time for me. 

We’d already winnowed to the closest healer, with Mor and Cassian in tow (we didn’t have enough time to contact the others) and things were just a flurry of excitement. You know, what others call excitement, or what I call panic mode. 

“FEYRE ARE YOU COMFORTABLE? ARE YOU COMFORTABLE? CASSIAN GET HER ANOTHER BLANKET, MOR, FLUFF THAT PILLOW, MY MATE IS IN LABOR AND SHE NEEDS TO BE COMFORTABLE--”

Mor put her hands up in surrender and got straight to fluffing Feyre’s pillow while I went to her other side and began massaging her shoulders. 

“You feeling okay, darling? Do you need some water or some food, maybe I could get a fiddler-”

Feyre had an alarmed expression for some reason but she shook her head. “Rhys, I’m fine. Just calm down. Nothing’s even happened yet. I’m completely fin-OW OW OW!” she began squeezing my hand with a death grip and my eyes went wide. 

“HEALER HEALER MY MATE IS IN PAIN MY MATE IS IN PAIN!”

“RHYS, SHUT THE FUCK UP IT’S JUST A CONTRACTION!”

I shot her a death glare and looked at the healer who’d finally turned after my attempts which apparently failed to get his attention. “Is she okay?”

“Rhysand, I understand this is your first child, but you’re going to have to lower your voice or I’ll have Cassian escort you away.”

I narrowed my eyes at Cassian and he simply smirked in response and shrugged his smug little shoulders. 

“I’ll try my best,” I promised, though knew there was no way I would let anything happen to my mate, and if I needed to scream, I full well would.

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*a few hours later*

“It’s time!” The healer announced while donning thin gloves of plastic. 

All my nerves in my body jumped and I scurried from Feyre’s side to peeking over the doctor’s shoulder. 

“So, you have actually delivered babies before right--”

Everything went black.

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“Rhys. Rhys!” 

A slap to the face brought me back and my brows furrowed. “What happened?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

I glared at him and quickly got to my feet, dashing to Feyre’s side and not daring to take one look at what I’d seen moments ago. 

Feyre looked up at me, and when our eyes met, everything else seemed to... evaporate. It was just the two of us. Clutching hands. Breathing hard. Hoping and praying. Just the two of us, and I’d never felt anything like this since our wedding day. Like we could conquer the night, the world, the universe. 

I pressed a kiss to her brow and murmured, “You’ve got this, darling.”

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We both shed tears as we held our newborn daughter, in our arms

There you go! That’s the first one, I’ll write two more, then I’ll do the rest tomorrow night!

Starfall

Just a little short story about Starfall during the years of Rhys being Under the Mountain

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The night sky couldn’t have been more beautiful.

Well, as beautiful as it could be. But for the last fifty years, it had seemed a bit duller. Tamer. Nothing in the last fifty years had been the same without him.

The inner circle made their way somberly to the top of the House of wind, Az carrying Mor and a begrudging Amren writhing within a smirking Cassian’s arms. This night of the year was usually the greatest celebration, filled with laughter and dancing and music till the early hours of the morning. Even Amren participated in the festivities. Yet, it seemed that a certain absence had taken its toll on the usually lively quartet, rendering them down to blank expressions and meaningless conversations. Despite this, there was still quite a crowd on the open sky platform once they arrived atop the House of Wind. They weren’t expecting much of a rejoicing celebration, for this sadness had spread across the city like a blight, and the amount of returning stars had reduced substantially in the last five decades. Nonetheless, they drank cherry wine. They danced to the sounds of the fiddles and drums. They plastered smiles on their faces and spoke with the city folk. It was around three in the morning though, when only a few dwellers roamed drunkenly around, that the four of them reunited and glanced at each other with sunken expressions. Finally, it was Mor who broke first. The tears that were streaming down her face were the most genuine and filled with sorrow. “I miss him,” she said, and her voice broke halfway through. Chest shuddering, she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to keep her sobs as silent as possible. Cassian just stared open mouthed at the ground as pools of wetness swam around his eyes. Amren looked off wistfully to the illuminated city skyline of Velaris. Azriel put his arm around Mor in hopes to comfort her. Even the Shadowsinger looked mournful. “We all miss him,” Azriel murmured as Mor buried her face into his shoulder. The four of them stood there, bathing in the vacancy of their High Lord and friend, Rhysand. It had been a long, forlorn fifty years.

Rhys walks into his house

Rhys: Hello, people who do not live here

Cassian: Hey

Mor: Hi!

Azriel: Hello

Rhys: I gave you guys a key for emergencies

Mor: We were out of chocolate

WHOA

GUYS

WHAT ABOUT A NOVELLA ABOUT TARQUIN AND THE SUMMER COURT

DUUUUUUUUUDE

Azriel and Morrigan, the Shadowsinger and the Third in Command of the Night Court

My sister asked me what my favorite book was, so I said ACOMAF and she just looked at me and replied, "Aqua meth?"