#thedoodle

Fic Masterlist

Feysand:

This Love Is Alive Back From The Dead 🌶️ - The last time Feyre and Rhys saw each other was senior year when she abruptly decided to end things between them. Ten years later, they meet again at their high school reunion.

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Starry Eyes Sparking Up My Darkest Night - We had danced, all of us together. And when the night had shifted toward dawn and the music became soft and honeyed, I had let Rhys take me in his arms and dance with me, slowly, until the other guests had left, until the gold disc of the sun gilded Velaris.

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Wicked Things 🌶️ - A rare moment of clarity broke through the thick fog of alcohol.

“Rhys, this is where he made me stand next to him like a plaything” she said, remembering her first and last tithe in the Spring Court.

Rhys stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “No worries, Feyre darling,” he purred, trailing kisses down her neck, the spot between her neck and shoulder, then lowering the straps of her dress. “We can do some wicked things on it, that way he’ll never sit there again.”

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If I Could Hold You For A Minute - The thread tying him to her went taut, then glowed. He felt his entire being shatter then reform, his heart beating to the sound of hers, his cells, his nerves, his entire DNA screaming her name, screaming that she was his, only his, his to love and cherish-

He felt the mating bond snap into place with a force that could have rattled the mountain, the stars.

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the tragic story of the vienna sausage 🌶️ -

“Feyre, before we do this, there is something you should know.”

She looked at him incredulously, trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs. He thought now was the time for confessions? Sighing, she looked at him expectantly nonetheless.

“My cock… it’s not like other cocks.”

Drabbles:

Tiny Ancient Pup (Rhys & Nyx) -

Nyx had then pressed his face against Rhys’s shoulder and had mumbled in superspeed “Canwegetadog?”.

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Memory (Rhys & Nyx) -

“Oh, that is a great card. Good job! Can you find the other one?” Rhys said in a soft voice. He and Nyx had taken to playing memory lately and the one year old was quite good at it.

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Gossip (Nesta & Elain) -

“It’s called fucking, Elain. Didn’t you hear our sister claim how much better she can do that now?”

“Surely she was exaggerating—”

“Oh I highly doubt that,” Nesta interrupted her, pouring them both a cup of tea. “That male, Rhysand, for all his arrogance, looked like he could fuck our sister for a week straight.”

Nessian:

Luckiest Male Alive - After the birth of his daughter, Cassian reminisces over the lucky moments in his life.

Dramione:

Lyra - He hadn't spoken to her in what felt like a lifetime, those last words between them filling his chest with a hollow ache. His mind filled with those last memories, of torture and blazing flames.

She looked at him for a split second and stilled, clearly not expecting his eyes on her.