Faithless_Star9



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark 4

    Tags
    Summary

    Feyre is dreaming of a night in the woods.

    A drabble for fuckyesfeysand's April theme: Dreams and Nightmares!

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    1,152
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    4
    Kudos:
    35
    Bookmarks:
    4
    Hits:
    551

    12 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 6

    Tags
    Summary

    Feyre and Rhysand accept an invitation to a celebration at Helion's leisure palace. Between the enchanted wine and a sex pollen-induced high, they take a moment to connect. As midnight approaches, the party unfolds around them, allowing the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court a rare chance to truly let loose.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    2,694
    Chapters:
    1/2
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    6
    Kudos:
    18
    Bookmarks:
    6
    Hits:
    464

    12 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 17

    Tags
    Summary

    Feyre is a servant in Tamlin’s manor, and the unlucky person that he has deep feelings for. She will do whatever it takes to keep herself safe and her family out of poverty.

    Against her better judgement, she sneaks out on Calanmai, meeting a handsome stranger. Stupidly, she sleeps with him.

    She becomes pregnant with his child, unknowingly about to give birth to the heir to the Night Court.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    6,622
    Chapters:
    3/?
    Comments:
    30
    Kudos:
    90
    Bookmarks:
    17
    Hits:
    1,494

    03 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 32

    Tags
    Summary

    The prophecy said she'd destroy the world.
    Plot twist: she's okay with that.

    ──────────

    Kaelith didn't ask to be Prythian's first High Lady chosen by magic. Didn't ask for the power to literally break time. Didn't ask to watch her parents get murdered in front of her.

    But here we are.

    Now she's hunting their killers with the kind of focus that makes ancient powers nervous. The whispers follow her everywhere: Unmaker. Monster. The silver-marked one from the prophecy.

    She's not denying it. She's leaning in.

    There's just one problem wearing Illyrian wings and a hero complex: Nyx Archeron. The Night Court prince keeps showing up—in her investigations, in her space, in her HEAD—with his infuriating morals and his stupidly beautiful face and his apparent death wish.

    He's convinced he can save her from herself.
    She's convinced she can make him regret that.

    (She's lying. Mostly. She hasn't decided yet.)

    ──────────

    morally gray FMC • unhinged protagonist • witty banter • lots of angst • idiots to lovers • she's a menace (he's into it) • mutual obsession • he falls first (she falls harder) • next-gen ACOTAR

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    71,033
    Chapters:
    12/?
    Comments:
    99
    Kudos:
    103
    Bookmarks:
    32
    Hits:
    3,137

    03 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 39

    Tags
    Summary

    “Oh, Feyre.” His voice was low, dangerous. Intimate. “I’m anything but safe. For you.”
    How dare he!
    “You don’t know what I want.” Her chin lifted. “Or what’s good for me.”
    “Don’t I?” He said quietly. “I see you. I see all the pieces you think you’re hiding.”
    She stepped back, blanching. “What—what do you mean?”
    “You think I haven’t noticed?” Rhys sounded pained. “How you catalog every exit? The way you hold your breath when people get too close?” Another step. “I see the weight, the secrets carving you hollow." His face darkened. "I don’t need to know what they are, but don’t stand there claiming you want complications when you’re drowning in battles you won’t let anyone help fight.”
    She felt stripped bare, exposed, yet blind with defiance.“You think Tarquin would be simpler?” Bitter laughter spilled out. “You think anyone would be simple right now?” He was close now—his heat and cologne making her dizzy. She couldn't believe how deeply he’d seen her. “I don’t need saving, Rhys.” Feyre met his gaze unflinchingly. “And I don’t want safe.”
    His eyes flared. “Then tell me, Feyre—what do you want?” A pause. Vulnerability flickered. “And why won’t you reach for it?”

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    49,715
    Chapters:
    12/28
    Comments:
    127
    Kudos:
    124
    Bookmarks:
    39
    Hits:
    3,345

    02 Feb 2026