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I practically had. Feyre had begged for me. First Time (Wall Sex) Headcanon: Since we didnt get the wall scene When Feyre pushed Rhysand against the wall they both knew that tonight might be the night when the townhouse crumbled to the ground under their passionate love-making. My match. You never figured out my riddle, did you? This was nothing new. Nothing happened. . One moment, I had been so free, so high on victory at what this woman had done for us all and the next, I was shattered. And he feels guilty for having done what he did to Feyre. An exquisite gash ran down the center of his cheek. Just," Rhys paused, taking a deep breathe in, "Just leave me ALONE. Feyre Fanfiction Stories | Quotev slow-burn. Taken from Chapter 39 of ACOTAR. Explore A Court of Faded Dreams Masterlist : TheLonelyBarricade My mate. Ash's new friend and protector. My mate. My mate. After years of hoping, their dream is finally answered. The sound of running water filled the room. My mate. But not today. It felt disgustingly wrong. Her boyfriend is involved in shady business, and the more Feyre learns about it, the more it affects their life together. He soon finds out though that Feyre has already dealt with the enemy from remains that are scorched in the distance from her powers. Realizing the jeers of her subjects were no longer available to her to torment Feyre, she pressed on with her mockery instead. *wink wink*. Feyres eyes turn up to him, at first filled with an astonishing amount of hate. Feyre plunged the dagger into his heart and I cracked into his mind, taking away the pain so that only shock and a forced scream were left before he fell to the floor. Theyre innocent - not that it should matter to you since it wasnt a concern the day you killed Tamlins poor sentinel. Wet stains now. My scream shattered the air as I watched lightning reach out from Amarantha and strike Feyre down, my happiness going with it. A Court of Thorns and Roses Modern AUs! | FanFiction I have reached a low point in my personal life and its finally time that I pull up my big girl pants to work on it. I love you, Feyre darling. And it burns and is excruciating. My voice was flat, hardly even a question as the lord looked me over once and spat directly at my feet. The painters hands in her tiny cabin home swirling scenes of starlight. It would crush Feyre. The High Lord and High Lady are deathly quiet as they go about their day. Anyone interested in reading my Rhys POV of the First Trial can find it here: X. Disclaimer per the usual: I take zero credit for the dialogue and ideas behind these scenes. Feyre, come back to me. As Feyre lay sprawled on the tile clad in nothing but a bralette and panties, she contemplated trying to math out just how many seconds she'd been sharing this apartment with Rhys. Feyre turned to Tamlin and my heart churned as she spoke, for though her words burned in my lungs, the song she sang in her heart for him threatening to poison me, I would not leave her body and soul until the end, not for one moment. She was in such immense pain to the point that she couldnt move at all, not even the parts of her that were still well and whole. Eventually Feyre decides to fly to the Summer Court in order to get some relief. We know it'll be Nesta's story, but does this mean whe won't see Rhysand and Feyre again ? That she had to see me like this, that she was capable of taking care of me so fiercely and wonderfully - it was a curse and a blessing in equal measure. Now the next. As always, I hope you guys like it. He loves seeing her eyes glance hungrily at him during meetings after he sends a few images of him tearing off her dress and taking her right there on the meeting table. Near enough to sent them on the tendrils of wind that carried their blood and sweat through the heavy pine of the woods. Her convictions would not let her and I could feel how much it crippled her very soul to even consider the possibility. Domestic Life Headcanon:Feyre is usually the early riser, but she lingers in bed until she can feel Rhysand stirring beside her. My mate. How could he sit there even now and offer her nothing? My mate. For what she gave, I said. You were-, - Her voice cracks and she breaks down as tears flow down her cheeks, - Feyre presses her face against Rhysands chest as she tries to control her sobs. A very angsty, miserable Rhysey-Piecey. Anamika2003 | FanFiction She had given him everything and he had basically shoved her into Rhysands arms. I was happier than Id been in years. Fury exploded in my chest as Amarantha grinned at Feyre knowing how disappointing this blow would be to her. "I love you," she said to Tamlin. Hope you enjoy reading this tender Feysand moment! My mate. The answer to the riddle is love.. She thrives amid the magic and is determined to help others. all of the High Lords travel to the Night Court at its opening because if not for Tamlins sacrifice, they would not have defeated the King of Hybern. It hurts." "What hurts, Feyre? She must choose between the life she has always wanted and protecting the people she serves and her parent's legacies. What will it be, Feyre?. And she was getting worse. They will defeat the King of Hybern. Shed won and it was all I could ever ask for for her. Im sorry - Im sorry for what I said about Clythia all those years ago. Chapter 17: Feyre's Nightmare (Rhys POV) - Shadowsinging Sunshine Feyre's just being kind. A Modern AU - University setting one-shot. Memories of Under the Mountain were amplified in the stale silence where creeping whisperings could almost be heard. When he pushes her onto the bed his throat emits a growl that makes Feyre pause in anticipation. At the mate whose back was to her. She does so without telling Rhysand and since their walls are up he cant tell where she is going. 150 years have passed since the War, and Caydren, son of High Lord Rhysand and High Lady Feyre of the Night Court is now an accomplished Illyrian warrior. Chapters 1-4: Return from UtM to Feyres Wedding Panic AttackChapter 5: Feyres Wedding & Arrival in the Night CourtChapter 6: Learning to ReadChapter 7: Returning Feyre to the Spring CourtChapters 8-10: The Next Three Weeks & Retrieving Feyre for Her Second TripChapter 11: Feyres Second Night Court VisitChapters 12-13: Rescuing Feyre from the Spring Court. Summary: Roughly Chapters 1-4 of ACOMAF from Rhyss POV. "If you want to leave, Feyre, nothing is holding you back. The mask came off. Her clothes were soaked from merely one kill that shouldnt have garnered that much evidence of her deeds. Perhaps when youre dead. Pregnant Feyre Archeron - Works | Archive of Our Own Feyre had thought it had been long enough since she'd broken off her engagement with Tamlin that it wouldn't come up. There is a garden created in Velaris, and it is named after Tamlin in his honor. - The High Lady of the Night Court isnt about to let her mate have all the fun. She hadnt even bothered to turn around to face me. And then, just when I thought she had nothing left to give, her heart was so mangled and glazed over with disease and death, the most wonderful thing happened. It took a while to choose for these two since they appear to be open to almost anything and everything! And that wasnt counting the number Cassian and Azriel had taken care of in my absence. Those belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. But just as the High Lady of the Night Court is about to give up on the idea of the firstborn she saw in the Bone Carver, Feyre feels the glimmer of a new bond. - In public they make it a game to see who can get away with the most touching. Of course, Ill take your life in exchange, but a bargains a bargain, is it not? I couldnt stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.. Rhysey, you break my heart in all the best ways, love. She must choose between the life she has always wanted and protecting the people she serves and her parent's legacies. Feyre Archeron/Rhysand Pregnancy - Works | Archive of Our Own Those belong entirely to Sarah J. Maas. His hands grip her hips and pull her closer. Unbeknownst to him, his destiny was bargained away a thousand years ago by an ancestor. *Houses based on this post where Sarah J Maas states which house her characters belong in*. Feysand Modern AU, Part 2 - Fanfiction is my Procrastination And she could not do it. They talked long enough that I made my way over to them, feeling awkward standing alone. At first, it was agonizing. A small flickering light offering the faintest trace of hope. Her heart tore and with every rip, mine went with it. I felt Feyres spirit lift ever so slightly at the notice that the court was in her favor today. Chapter 18. The female faerie chanted a prayer to the gods that erased the last traces of Feyres spirit, the spirit I loved to watch fight and sting. - Rhysand moves slowly down Feyres body. But Feyre isnt one to let Rhysand have all the fun. Can you do 9 for feysand!? - A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J. Maas. Love, Feyre choked. rhysand. Instinctively her legs wrapped around Rhysand who shoved her dress up around her hips. (They then tease Rhysand by saying since the baby looks so much like him that perhaps he will be quite a terror child growing up as Rhysand was. I take NO CREDIT for the dialogue or ideas behind this scene. My mate. A Court of Faded Dreams: Chapter 1 : TheLonelyBarricade Making sure to stroke the exact spots that leave Rhysand quivering with need. Please. The one thing in all of Prythian that might have been the downfall in my beautiful plan and she had figured it out, the clever whore. I knew what was coming. No matter he always tries to make a joke or a flirtatious comment, but Feyre is not having it. Ill free them whenever I see fit, Amarantha balked. He squeezed her hand, "But he . Feysand: The First Heir Chapter 1, an a court of thorns and roses I didnt care that it was Tamlin whom Feyre loved. - A smile forms on Feyres face as the last image of Rhysand teaching their son to fly crosses her mind before she succumbs to sleep. He will die for this. For my delightful friend, @tor-eh, who asked me to write the moment when Tamlin sees Feyres tattoo for the first time Under the Mountain from Rhys POV. We would leave this room together today, but at what cost? The weight of him between her legs has Feyre arching upward for more contact. feysand fanfiction #feyre hurt line. Here is a longer one for you! acomaf. More than fine now that he is here, because she wants to apologize for their fight. He tucks her into his arms and places a kiss on her forehead before winnowing them back to a more secure location to check over her wounds. I clung to our bond, to the potential for life and love between us. domestic abuse. I saw Amarantha up on her throne because I saw her from Feyres eyes and not my own place on the dias where I should have been. The second the words were out of Mor's lips, Az's face lit up like the stars. Instead of watching Feyre as she plunged the dagger into the heart of the female fae, my mind tracked Amarantha, how happy she looked. Sometimes (after a long night of love-making) Feyre will roll over and wake Rhysand with soft kisses on his face murmuring a fewincentives to get him to roused from sleep. When Feyre raises her head to look up at Rhys he kisses away her tears and carries her back to bed where he holds her tightly. Kill him for all our sakes despite not knowing any of us or loving us the way she did him. And her body, which had become so long and elegant with its new fae gifted powers, sat strongly before her, beseeching her move forward. :) Hopefully, I can write the other trials and maybe a special prison visit soon too. Just a few more minutes and I could release myself. A glimpse into the wholesome Feysand pregnancy content that we missed out on in acosf. -Everyone was dead, Feyre pants out. Three prisoners with bags to cover their faces were led out into the center of the room to stand in front of Feyre. The midday sun as I waited for her felt glorious and I was the only one just then who knew it. I felt Feyre's disappointment wash over the bond at how weak I was. Feyre pulled the third dagger and I knew what to expect as the veil was to be lifted on the final victim. And he could not allow her to die. Darkness rippled within me breaking off a piece of my essence and carrying Feyre with it into her body where it belonged. The Inner Circles story would never have meant half as much to me had it not been for you all and the magic you brought to life inside it. The knife fell from Feyres hand with a soul-shattering crash. Shed done it. I hope you guys arent getting sick of these Rhys POVs because I cant seem to stop writing them lol. Though one time Feyre wrote an extremely provocative note to Rhysand that resulted in the Slytherin almost ruining his potion during class! My mate. Slowly, he lifted a brow as snow crunched between Cassians heavy boots on my other side. Feyre called from the table, giving Rhys a pointed look. Feyre just wanted the day to be over. You assumed that when I said instantaneous freedom regarding the riddle, it applied to the trials, too, didnt you? Holding one another tightly while listening to their mates heartbeat lull them into a dreamless sleep. A curse sprang from my mouth. - When her cries have quieted Feyre takes a deep breath of Rhysands scent until her heartbeat slows its frantic pace. I knew what was about to happen. The third guard raised his hand. Feyre knelt before the third victim - before herself, her ears turned up into two stiff points, her skin smooth and blended into a soft perfection only my own breed possessed. I love you, she said to Tamlin. To celebrate Rhysand plans a party with the Inner Circle and the group enjoys watching shooting stars falling from the top of Hogwarts after curfew. When Tamlin gave his share and Feyres shape changed - her fingers lengthening, her ears growing pointed, her skin glowing with color and light once more - it was like watching the world turn right side up after years of forgetting it had ever been turned askew in the first place. Even going so far as to sacrifice herself if the need arises. Whatever she wanted, whomever it was, if that was what she desired, then I wanted her to have it too. Buy when Feyre comes into the office she takes his mind off of diplomatic tasks with ease by rubbing his shoulders which slowly work their way down his chest and to other areas of his body which desire her attention. - Rhysand gives Feyre the last needed push to join the Hufflepuff quidditch team. Such a steep price to pay for her. Feyre shut her mouth, her head reeling. Now its the passive aggressive note. His arms wrap tightly around her and he takes deep breaths. Well bestow what our predecessors have granted to few before. Tamlin looked up at me not knowing Feyre looked back at him. Thank you so much! As Tamlin shredded Amarantha to pieces, a sword blasted through her skull and her throat ripped out in a bloody heap, I broke into the minds of the five remaining High Lords, dragging them to the center of the room. I knew he loved her. And when his teeth graze her earlobe as he speaks then that is the final straw before playtime is over and Feyre winnows them back to the bedroom herself! I didnt even wait. Hell appear as he wants to appear., Yes and no. The rest of the Mountain had either fled home the second Amaranthas blood was spilt or were resting sound asleep below me. I love all of you so, so much. Until a stranger tells her something about her boyfriend she wasn't expecting, and her whole life goes to hell. @nightcourt-resident honestly my imagination went a bit wild on the awkward moment prompt! He had been foolish enough to truly believe that the bond between Feyre and Rhysand was broken. If you need me or just want to check-in, feel free to reach out on my AO3. I yanked on the bond, desperate for anything - something with which to save her. She angled the dagger at herself and my lungs screamed inside of me to stop her as I felt her anticipate the relief that blade could give her. But as Rhysand holds her hair back he picks up a scent that his is instincts kicking into a primal drive. Rhysand and Azriel come up to Cassian who stands in front of a cell. "Feyre. When Id released my grip on the last High Lord and only I remained to give of myself before Tamlin, I stepped forward, carrying Feyre gingerly in my soul as I went. I'm not ready to say goodbye to them :'(. Those belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. Say that you dont love him!, Amarantha, stop this, Tamlin said, speaking at long last. On her way home, Feyre meets an old lady. A Court of Thorns and Roses Series | Fanfiction Fantasy Romance Mor Nesta Azriel Acotar Elain Cassian Feyre Acomaf Rhysand Amren Feysand . "Aw, man," Az said, his hands clenching to form an emotional fist as he looked from Rhys and back to me. I grabbed both their hands and winnowed on the spot before they could say another word. Feyre was miserable in the spring court, but continued to faithfully live there, that is, until Tamlin killed her closest friend, Alis. He is beyond worried that her nightmares have returned in such a force that is reminiscent to the weeks immediately following Amaranthas reign of terror. - Feyre struggles to steady her breathing as she realizes that a battlefield no longer surrounds and instead she rests on silk sheets of the large bed. @ Countdown Anon: I love you. I felt Feyre inside of me so broken and confused and mangled as together we watched each High Lord step forward once Tamlin had finished his work and offer a piece of themselves to Feyres body that Tamlin now clutched dearly in the silent room. Feyres cries sent me charging. I hated her so much for twisting the dagger into Feyre so much further than was necessary. - Feyres nightmares come in many shapes. Would you Take an Arrow for Me? (Feysand) - Fight because you don't #feysand fanfic on Tumblr It was plain as day when Id visited his manor in the Spring Court and found her glamoured from sight. It was beyond torture. Thank you all for your support, encouragement, and love the past several months. And Feyre stumbled back looking wide-eyed with shock into the eyes of Tamlin - the real Tamlin, kneeling before her waiting for the dagger at his side. For Rhysand the his dark shadows curl up around him on instinct and fill the room in pitch black nothingness. Feyre has been acting as a spy in the spring court and has discovered Tamlins plans to attack the night court, unexpected news doesnt help her focus. Only one more victim to go. feysand fanfiction #feyre hurt. A guard was given to each figure and accompanying them each was a pillow holding a cursed ash dagger. - Then Rhysand moans against her. This is where I shall post all writing prompts.Chapter 1: casual jugglingChapter two: PERSON A: If lifes a game, does that mean that death is level two?PERSON B: A, its tWO AM-Chapter 3: "Whatcha gonna go? My mate. Themes of pregnancy termination, pregnancy loss, child abuse, abuse of adult children, and death in childbirth will be discussed. Work Search: Her sisters being murdered by Hybern and friends falling on the battlefield, - Her worst dreams happen when Rhysand is slowly killed in front of her. Years after the events of the series, Ophelia Archeron finds herself torn between her responsibilities to her court and the people she loves after the emergence of a long-forgotten enemy. Friends - After a lot of thought and many long, hard days, I have decided its time for me to leave Tumblr. And so it was with one last lingering look to ensure I wasnt dreaming, to see she was indeed alive and would be okay, that I took a step back and disappeared for the night, allowing every manner of emotion from the last fifty years until now to consume me. My mate. 'Feyre darling, open the door please.'. A stillness swept over me, like a lock clicking into place as the depths of my magic replenished. Feyre then makes the fae powered work of art shoot stars across the room similar to Starfall. So why?. It will be okay because at least the last thing he will remember before he slips into eternity will be the color of her eyes, the feel of her skin. I couldnt wield that power any longer as I watched Tamlin scoop Feyre up and hold her. Fate & Destiny Rhysand's birthright was never to rule the Night Court. Feyre didnt specify when I had to free them - just that I had to. It was nothing like the Middengard Wyrm or the puzzle on the wall, but it was by far the worst punishment Feyre would have to endure of them all. Maybe they will havecorrespondence with Cassian to get updates both on the status of the rising Illyrian friction (since we found out that there were some not pleased with the High Lord and the losses they faced from the war) and with Nestas progress. Remember that little magic love note? Very well, then, she said before clapping her hands to commence the trial. Please, the male faerie begged. And Amarantha knew it. Or even if she didnt, would she do it anyway? If you ask me, though, given your history with murdering our kind, I do believe Im offering you a gift.. Wed been inside this prison countless times before and always we failed to get out alive. For the first time in a long while, I didnt know what was coming. The mountains of the Illyrian Steppes wrought a chill through my bones I hadnt felt in years. - Feyre and Rhysands first kiss is under the stars that night. Feyre then explains what happened in her nightmare. A partial rewrite of ACOSF that kicks off with Feyre's pregnancy storyline, and diverges from the moment Nesta reveals the deception to her. It's not on the prompt list but will you please do a hc for Feysand in which Feyre has a nightmare? Feyre has been dating Tamlin for a while, and she couldn't be happier. I take zero credit for them. The room stilled. And only one more awaits. I will always be eternally grateful for it. He will not cry out. But when the time comes for that heinous, despicable dark magic to sweep through and torture Feyre, to kill her, Tamlin tears through hell to get to her, changing into his beast form one last time to shield her. My hands clenched with hatred. In a change of events, Feyre kil. Tell me about yourself." Rhys demanded. 'Rhys' she replied. And when the last of the fibers were woven together, the answer stood before her fully formed and joy sprang into my heart. That is until she goes on summer vacation to Rhysands house where she finds that the halls are lined with her paintings. One rule that they have is to separate work life from their home life though Rhysand has a bad habit of taking most of his paperwork back to the townhouse for final markups. My mate. My mate. Feyre relaxes into the touch and sighs as Rhysand places a kiss to the top of her head. Injured Headcanon: When Feyre is injured she grits her teeth and survival instincts kick in. Hell appear to you as one thing, and I might be standing right beside you and see another.. I tried my best to make sense of it as well as guess at what Rhys was thinking since we dont have much to go on for him in this scene. And he had not crawled into her mind and put the idea there, it was as real and true as it was hard for Tamlin to understand. They belong to Sarah J. Maas. We flew for most of the day, listening to wherever the shadows at my brothers back directed us, until at last the sun began to set and we landed in a small clearing between the trees. - After a couple of practices Feyre becomes an efficient flier and leads Hufflepuff on a winning streak. Todays hunt felt restless. Do it, I said sternly just as the male faerie begged, Dont Please!. My mate. Feyre! I screamed inside her mind, as violently and brutally as I once had to stop Amarantha from attacking her. Her howl of pain echoing yet unheard among the dead bodies of her loved ones, - Suddenly she is pulled from her nightmare by a pair of strong arms that clutch her tight to a firm chest, - Rhysand whispers in her ear its all a dream,youre safe Feyre,Im here here love. - His fingers are running through her hair at this point. She had chosen a small piece of me and I clung to it, my only salvation in death. Icon: @feysanded. Petty disagreements over territory, among other things, wasnt something I could deal with in the middle of a shift that sought to overthrow the entirety of Prythian. Your final task, Feyre, Amarantha said pointing at the concealed victims. Enjoy it.. Rhys grunted and took his seat at the head of the table. He crawled slowly towards the evil queen, ready to plead and give her what she wanted. My heart sank at the scene. What the Water Gave Me - Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans Hope ya like! And Feyre is aware of the last words he had wanted to say to her. So I pulled on the bond, the only way I could reach her, and our minds melded together, visions of the other flashing in and out of our shared consciousness. We were free. All round me, the forest rang silent save for the bitter, cold wind howling my sins in my ears. Another time, another place without Amarantha stealing our powers and i would have killed him for abandoning Feyre when she needed him most. "No," she chided herself, cursing to the empty, heavy, oppressive summer air. When Feyre and Rhysand tuck their son into bed, they read him a story each night without fail. The venom in her eyes melts to sorrow and understanding. He winnows to Feyre and is thinking only of her safety first before he finds the bastards that dared to harm. Youll be lucky, my darling, if we even have enough left of you to burn, she said and again, no one called out. I wondered what they had done with the bodies, if theyd bothered to bury them properly in Illyrian fashion or had left them to rot in the snow. Hi ! Bonus: On anniversarys or birthdays they stay home for the entire day to enjoy each others company. Back in her human body, in her early days in the Spring Court, Feyre must be careful how she alters the timeline as she tries to save Rhys and Prythian from Under the Mountain. The only sure thought in my mind was the fear that I wouldnt see her ascend back up.

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