Creator #35- @lady-bluebird-luv
Welcome back to Feysand Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!
Today's creator highlight is writer @lady-bluebird-luv! If there's one thing that will always drive the feysand fans wild, it's seeing Rhys and Feyre with a darker edge, and Zara always delivers!! In addition to her deliciously wicked fics, her blog is also full of feysand goodies, from personal headcanons to her fantastic character insights. This author offers so much to our community, and we are greedily gobbling out of the palm of her hand.
You can read the following works on their AO3 or Masterlist:
In the low lamplight, I was free (Heaven and hell were words to me)
I wasn’t sure how to navigate this bigger body, heavy with wings and muscle and balancing on a higher center of gravity than I was accustomed to. Rhys kept part of himself embodied as I oriented myself, supporting his body so I could focus on the task at hand. Pressing into him was like submerging myself in an ocean, easing past centuries of thoughts and memories and bits of personality until I found the place at the base of his skull that combusted every time he heard me mewl.
The darker the fruit, the sweeter
“This isn’t a joke,” Feyre asked. “Is it?” Maye it was a dream. She’d been in bed, after all. Feyre dug her nails into her palm until the sting made her wince, but her chest kept shaking, and his nails were sharp on the inside of her thighs. Too sharp. She risked a glance down between their bodies. Rhys followed her gaze as it landed on his hand - no, on his claws - pushing her nightdress up around her hips.
Hind With Sharp Teeth
In one hand she held an Illyrian bow, carved with winding runes for resilience and accuracy.
In the other hand, Feyre had a male’s head.
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