teacups and saucers

The Story of Prythian

This is a possible easter egg for ACOMAF3. You may have to read it five times. 

It began with a cauldron.

A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, golden sparkling liquid pouring out over the lip. No – not sparkling, but effervescent with small symbols, perhaps of some ancient faerie language. –pg 114, ACOTAR

Whenever Feyre needs solace because she is the High Lady of the Night:

In her cell, “If I stared at the ceiling long enough, it became the vast expanse of the starry night sky.” –pg 373, ACOTAR

Facing the bogge, “A starry, unclouded night sky, peaceful and glittering and endless.” –pg 90, ACOTAR

Feyre’s features:

Hands, “Elain’s teacup rattle in its saucer as she noticed my ears. My longer, slender hands – the face that was undeniably Fae.” –pg 246, ACOMAF

Glow, “His smile faded into something awed, something reverent, and I reached out to cup his face in my hands – to find my skin glowing.” –pg 537, ACOMAF

Feyre’s rebirth:

“And then it was dark, a different sort of dark then this place.” –pg 197, ACOMAF

“Everything was black, and warm – and thick.” –pg 407, ACOTAR

“There was light then. Like swimming through sparkling wine –“ –pg 198, ACOMAF

“The golden light grew, and darkness became like sparkling wine, easier to swim through, the bubbles fizzing around me…“ –pg 407, ACOTAR

Feyre’s name:

“An old name – from our earlier dialects.” –pg 313, ACOTAR

The Cauldron:

“The Cauldron was absence and presence. Darkness and … whatever darkness had come from.” –pg 585, ACOMAF

“How the Cauldron purrs in your presence.” –pg 597, ACOMAF

The Book:

Is written in an older language, one could argue ancient; 

“I heard a legend that it was written in a tongue of mighty beings who feared the Cauldron’s power and made the Book to combat it. Mighty beings who were here … and then vanished. You are the only one who can uncode it.” –pg 360

But speaks in riddles:

Like calls to Like. Unmade and Made; Made and Unmade – that is the cycle. Like calls to like. –pg 358, ACOMAF

Life and death and rebirth, Sun and moon and dark, Rot and bloom and bones. Hello sweet thing. Hello, lady of night, princess of decay. Hello fanged beast and trembling fawn. Love me, touch me, sing me. –pg 555, ACOMAF

Sweet tongued liar, lady of many faces – Yes you see now, princess of carrion – you see what you must do…. –pg 586, ACOMAF

Feyre, will be the golden hands to that will forge a new cycle, the rebirth of Prythian!

Cliff Notes version:

A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, golden sparkling liquid pouring out over the lip. No – not sparkling, but effervescent with small symbols, perhaps of some ancient faerie language. –pg 114, ACOTAR

  • “The Cauldron was absence and presence. Darkness and … whatever darkness had come from.”
  • “glowing.”
  • “slender hands.”
  • “A starry…night sky … endless.”
  • “The golden light grew … the bubbles fizzing”
  • The symbols in the mural are from the Book, the Book that answers to Feyre.

You know, I think I maybe going crazy. 

As promised @propshophannah I have begun posting my little Easter eggs and theories

Please, please discuss this with me :)

Foreshadowing (Easter Eggs):

Feyre’s Prescience
Sleeping Giants
The Story of Prythian
Amren and the King of Hybern
Trace
Conflagration
The Bonds that Haunt Us
Ruin
Creeping Like Frost

Rayvis x MC - Undoing pt II

*suggestive*

A moment later his pupils dilated, and he scooted closer in the sofa. Now I could feel the heat radiating from him, and his leg bumped into my knee sticking out from the blanket where my leg was curled underneath me.

The teacup and saucer began to rattle in my hands and Rayvis took them and placed them on the nearby coffee table. He never broke eye contact the entire time.

“Are you still cold?”

“N-No.” I said, but I didn’t want to explain why my hands were trembling.

“Are you sure you’re ok? Did you hit your head when the carriage crashed?” With one arm on the back of the sofa, he reached out and placed his other hand just above my knee. His fingers then curled around the fabric of the shirt and his eyes dropped their gaze. “You wear my shirt better than I do.” He seemed to muse as his fingers continued to toy with the material.

He continued to talk in a low voice. “The bandits are probably long gone, they had unhooked the horses from the wreckage and probably rode off…”

I heard him, but my mind was elsewhere - wrapped around the fact that his right hand continued to tease at touching my bare skin just below where the shirt reached. His eyes were still downcast and he held that roughish smile on his lips. I wondered if he realized my gaze on him was wide-eyed and my heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears.

The fire crackled and popped, and the grandfather clock in the corner rang- telling us it was now three o'clock in the morning.

“There’s a bed made for you in the guest room. You should get some rest, you’ll fall ill if you’re too stressed. This was a pretty traumatic event.” He pursed his lips, almost as if he regretted what he said. “I’ll send a message to the Palace once the weather clears.”

I nodded, thinking about how earlier that evening my carriage had been hijacked on the way back from Stein. In the stormy weather, the bandits had wrecked it in the woods and left me there, fleeing the scene.

I was lucky that I had only suffered minor injuries, but I must’ve been there for hours in the cold pouring rain until Rayvis had found me - he said Luke had been howling for over an hour and he felt something unnerving had happened.

Rayvis skimmed his hand over the shirt where it covered my leg -the carriage wreck was nearly out of my mind at this point. Now I just wanted him to touch me.

He bit his lower lip, as if contemplating what to do. I swallowed.

From under his brunette locks he looked up. My gaze met his.

“Well,” He started. “You really should get some sleep.” As he spoke, his fingers taunted me at the hem of the shirt, and then he did it- His hand slipped below the edge - caressing my bare skin with a featherlight touch.

I gasped, unable to hide my reaction to what I had been wanting him to do. He teased me again, running his fingertips under the shirt now. Then he quickly stood, removing his hand from my leg and offering it to me.

“I’ll see you to your room.” He said.

My face must have shown my dismay at his change of heart.

“It’s dark in there, and the storm is still raging.” He continued. “Perhaps you’d like some company for the night.” There was that devious smile again.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker (John Laurens x Reader)

Hi could you possibly do a Laurens x Reader where Hamilton or Eliza sets them up? Thanks if you can love! <3

Request for anonymous


“He had better be treating you right,” you warned as your friend Eliza poured tea into your cup.

“Don’t worry, (y/n), he’s a perfect gentleman,” she laughed at your threat, sitting down in a seat beside yours.

“I know,” you sighed, giving her a smile, “You found yourself an excellent man in Alexander. How is married life going?”

“Oh, (y/n), it’s wonderful,” Eliza gushed, setting her teacup into its saucer, “I love Alexander so much. I am so glad that I found him.”

You grinned at her rhapsodising. It was good to see her so happy. In all honesty, you did like Alexander, and you thought they were a good match.

“How about you?” Eliza asked, raising an eyebrow, “Have any men caught your fancy?”

“No, no,” you laughed, “You know what bad luck I have with men.”

“Well, that can change!” Eliza told you, “What man wouldn’t want a chance with you!”

Your retort was interrupted when the front door opened and voices were heard in the hall. Alexander appeared in the doorway, giving his wife a fond smile.

“Hello, dear,” he said, “Just so you know, John is here.”

“Alright!” Eliza replied happily, then glanced at you and her eyes lit up, “Oh! (Y/n), you haven’t met John, have you?”

You shook your head and Eliza looked delighted.

“Alexander, come introduce John to (y/n)!” she called.

A moment later, a young man followed Alexander into the room. He was slightly taller, but he had dark curly hair tied back in a ponytail and a freckled face that wore a bright smile.

“John, this is (y/n). (Y/n), this is John,” Alexander made a quick introduction.

John approached you and kissed your hand in greeting.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss (y/n),” he said.

“And you,” you replied.

When he looked at you, you couldn’t help but notice his beautiful eyes. He was an attractive man, there was no doubt about it.

“Why don’t the two of you join us for tea?” Eliza said enthusiastically.

Alexander and John agreed, and soon Eliza’s husband was in the seat beside her, while John sat right next to you. You could tell what Eliza was thinking. Here you had been talking about not having a man in your life, and now this handsome one was seated right beside you. She was going to try to set you up.

“Alexander, would you help me with the tea?” Eliza asked, rising from her seat.

She gave you a meaningful look, to which you replied with a half-hearted glare. Alexander went with his wife, and soon you and John were left alone in the room.

“So (y/n),” John began, “Where do you come from?”

“Upstate New York. Not too far away. My family has known the Schuylers for a long time, so I’m here to visit Eliza,” you explained, turning to face him.

“And you know Alexander, too?”

“Only since he caught Eliza’s eye,” you replied, “He seems like a wonderful man, though.”

John laughed at that, and you raised an eyebrow.

“He is!” he agreed, still laughing, when he saw your expression, “He is wonderful, but…he’s also terrible, you know?”

You giggled. From what you knew of Alexander, that was indeed the case.

“So did you meet Alexander in the army?” you questioned.

“No, we met before, when the revolution was just gaining traction,” John answered, turning in his seat to face you more directly.

There was a brief pause in the conversation, and you heard whispering in the hallway. The door opened, and Eliza and Alexander returned. Now, along with Eliza’s enthusiastic expression, Alexander was wearing and eager look and glancing between you and John joyfully.

Great.

Now he was in on it, too.

“Are you two getting to know each other?” Alexander asked.

He was terrible at being subtle.

John nodded happily, looking completely clueless to the scheme he was in the midst of.

Eliza poured tea for everyone and started up the conversation. Somehow, the topic kept coming back to either your or John’s accomplishments and interests.

“Did you know John here is a lieutenant colonel?”

“Has (y/n) told you about all the work she’s done upstate?”

“John is actually an accomplished artist, too.”

“(Y/n) has always been so kind and helpful.”

You caught Alexander’s eye and glared at him meaningfully, but he only grinned and winked. It was hopeless.

By the time the teatime was over, the sun had set and the streets were growing dark. Eliza and Alexander led the two of you to the door for you to depart.

“Oh, (y/n), you’re staying way over on the other side of town, aren’t you?” Eliza remarked.

“It’s not very safe for a lady like you to be walking all that way…alone…in the dark…” Alexander continued, watching John.

“I can walk you there!” John offered immediately.

“Oh, no, I don’t want to inconvenience you,” you objected, though you definitely weren’t opposed to having John’s company for a bit longer.

“It’s no problem,” John insisted, “It’s my pleasure!”

“…Alright,” you consented, avoiding Eliza and Alexander’s gazes.

“Perfect,” Eliza said cheerfully, “Thank you so much for coming to visit, (y/n)! I’ll see you again soon!”

As Eliza hugged you goodbye, she gave you a wink. You responded by rolling your eyes, though you were smiling. The couple waved you and John off at the door and watched you set off down the street together.

John offered his arm, which you took gladly, walking alongside him. It was much more relaxing being with him without the newlywed couple breathing down your neck. John cleared his throat and gave a nervous chuckle.

“Um…I don’t know if you noticed or not, but Alexander and Eliza were being a bit…pushy. I think they’re really invested in the idea of us being together. I apologise for them,” he told you, finishing with an awkward laugh.

Ah, so he had realised it.

“Oh, I noticed,” you laughed, “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault.”

“I tried to get Alexander to shut up, but he wouldn’t pay attention,” John said sheepishly.

You laughed outright.

“Because he’s terrible, right?”

John burst out laughing.

“I told you!” he exclaimed.

“I never disagreed!” you giggled, “And Eliza! She may seem like an angel, but she’s got a terrible streak, too. Those matchmakers!”

“That’s probably how they ended up together.”

The two of you laughed about the awkwardness of the visit as you strolled through the city by the light of the street lamps. You found yourselves having a wonderful time together, and it was actually a disappointment when the inn you were staying in came into view.

“(Y/n),” John said, sounding more serious now as your pace slowed.

You stopped walking as you reached the door and turned to look at him. Under the fire flickering in the lamp overhead, his eyes were sparkling and his freckles looked like constellations.

“I know that Alexander and Eliza trying to set us up was annoying, but…I really have enjoyed your company a lot. And…I’d love to see you again sometime. If you want to, I mean-”

He was looking flustered and embarrassed, but you smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I’d love to meet again,” you cut him off as a surprised grin spread across his face, “Tomorrow?”

“Yes! Tomorrow! That sounds wonderful,” he replied enthusiastically.

“Until tomorrow, then,” you said, stepping towards the door.

“Goodnight, (y/n),” John said, watching you as if memorising your features.

You opened the door and walked inside, pausing to give John another smile and wave. You closed the door behind you with a sigh. What had started as an awkward evening had turned into the most amazing night. Alexander and Eliza may be annoying, but you did owe them for this. Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough.