Acotar retelling

Get Yo Fucking Dog Bitch! (It Don't Bite) Yes It Do!

When I inevitably woke up around four in the morning, I headed to the kitchen for a snack, hopefully a cookie or scone.

My hunt was successful, I found a container with plenty of cookies, I tucked it under my arm and turned to head out. I planned to start painting tonight and I wanted a head start so the early timing was fine by me. However, when I turned the corner I saw a tall figure blocking my path.

Tamlin.

"Going somewhere?" He demanded, his voice was off though—no doubt he was still affected by the rite.

I narrowed my eyes, "Midnight snack."

He stared at me, I didn't shy away, glaring right back into his mask. After a moment I decided not to waste my time and tried to shove past him.

He grabbed my arm and yanked me back towards him. "Let me go." I demanded him.

"No."

"You drove me mad," he growled. "I searched for you, and you weren't there. When I didn't find you it made me pick another."

I couldn't escape. In this form I was weak, I may have been training but against him, against High Fae, I had no chance.

He got closer to me, and I felt his hot breath against my neck. I cringed back but has nowhere to go, with his hand on my wrist and his claws in the wall.

I was trapped

My breathing got shallow, and my head felt foggy. I slipped down, most of my weight being held up by Tamlin, and I felt my eyes start to roll back. I was panicking, my claustrophobia kicked in and my anxiety took over my body.

He clearly misunderstood what was happening because at that moment Tamlin decided to open his jaws wide and bite my neck.

My eyes snapped open in clarity.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I shouted it in his face.

He blinked, and strpped back, staring at me blankly. Then he shook his head and turned in his heel, leaving me in the hall.

"What the fuck?" I whispered again.

"Feyre?"

I turned and saw Lucien approaching me, coming down the stairs from his room.

"I'm fine, sorry, I just had a shock. I'm going to bed, goodnight Lucien."

~~~~~

I ended up going back to bed and sleeping a few more hours. I awoke when the sun was high, after tossing and turning all night, empty and aching.

The servants were sleeping in after their night of celebrating, so I made myself a bath and took a good, long soak. Try as I might to forget Tamlin's biting my neck, I had an enormous bruise and cuts from his teeth where he'd bitten me. After bathing, I dressed and sat at the vanity to braid my hair. I re-bandaged my neck but left it in full view. He'd acted like a brute and a savage, and if he'd come to his senses by this morning, then seeing what he'd done would be minimal punishment. Let him worry about how to woo me after he did such awful damage.

Sniffing, I opened the collar of my tunic farther and tucked stray strands of my golden-brown hair behind my ears so there would be no concealing it. I was beyond cowering.

Humming to myself and swinging my hands, I strode downstairs and followed my nose to the dining room, where I knew lunch was usually served for Tamlin and Lucien. When I flung open the doors, I found them both sprawled in their chairs. I could have sworn that Lucien was sleeping upright, fork in hand.

"Good afternoon," I said cheerfully, with an especially saccharine smile for the High Lord. He blinked at me, and both of the faerie men murmured their greetings as I took a seat across from Lucien, not my usual place facing Tamlin.

I drank deeply from my goblet of water before piling food on my plate. I savored the tense silence as I consumed the meal before me.

"You look ... refreshed," Lucien observed with a glance at Tamlin. I shrugged. "Sleep well?"

"Like a babe." I smiled at him and took another bite of food, and felt Lucien's eyes travel inexorably to my neck.

"What is that in your neck?" Lucien demanded.

I pointed with my fork to Tamlin. "Ask him. He did it."

Lucien looked from Tamlin to me and then back again. "Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you?" he asked with no small amount of amusement.

"I bit her," Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak. "We ran into each other in the hall after the Rite."

I straightened in my chair.

"She seems to have a death wish," he went on, cutting his meat. The claws stayed retracted but pushed against the skin above his knuckles. My throat closed up. Oh, he was mad. "So, if Feyre can't be bothered to listen to orders, then I can't be held accountable for the consequences."

"Accountable?" I sputtered, placing my hands flat on the table. "You cornered me in the hall like a wolf with a rabbit!"

Lucien propped an arm on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, his russet eye bright.

"While I might not have been myself, Lucien and I both told you to stay in your room," Tamlin said, so calmly that I wanted to rip out my hair.

I couldn't help it. Didn't even try to fight the red-hot temper that razed my senses. "Faerie pig!" I yelled, and Lucien howled, almost tipping back in his chair. At the sight of Tamlin's growing smile, I left.

~~~~~

I took my consolation prize from the previous night to my art studio and began to paint. It took a few tries but after many hours of sketching, painting, and eating cookies, I managed to capture Calanmai. My fear meeting the three random males, and my relief when Rhys saved me. The wonder I felt seeing him again for the first time.

When I inevitably emerged from my room night had fallen and I headed to bed after a filling dinner of cookies.