I felt Feyre's disappointment wash over the bond at how weak I was. Tears spilled freely onto her face, each one an icy slap where the sting would never disappear. She will fight with everything she is in order to get back home. It took a while to choose for these two since they appear to be open to almost anything and everything! Rhysand finds her pressed against the wall and brings her into his arms. acomaf. "Get up." Feyre turned in bed, completely ignoring the fact that she should probably listen to him since it was his bed, and glared at the man in front of her. Making Feyre wait in that cell for someone to come and save her life was perhaps the hardest moment I had yet faced Under the Mountain. All dialogue and ideas behind the scenes belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. - Rhysands laugh is a rumble against Feyres throat. My mate. - She excels in transfiguration, but struggles with taking tests due to her inability to read as well as her classmates. feysand. The High Lord and High Lady are deathly quiet as they go about their day. How many who barely knew her, had no reason to trust her, had given her aid at some point in the last three months so she could save him? I held their minds steady from the grip of my power long before the three of us cleared the trees lining the perimeter of their camp. 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. Azriel looked stoically at me as if he hadnt just shed the blood of a half-dozen men hed once shared camp with. He squeezed her hand, "But he . Or even if she didnt, would she do it anyway? I didnt even wait. Her boyfriend is involved in shady business, and the more Feyre learns about it, the more it affects their life together. 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. 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. The room stilled. The emotion I felt flood her mind when I sent her the mental message letting her know to expect me shortly was comforting. Some other poor soul would struggle out instead only to die at what I knew waited in the pit below me, but their loss would be nothing compared to what losing her would feel like. Even as the crowd began to stir seeming to realize they were mere seconds from freedom, Amarantha looked giddy with delight. This is the Second Trial from Chapter 40 of ACOTAR when Rhys realizes Feyre cant read and helps her save Luciens life. Rhysand has no idea Feyre would feel this way, yet he fights to die by her side so she isnt alone anyway. Thanking him for being there when she needed him through the worst and best times of her life. 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. Stop? Amarantha sneered. The answer to the riddle is love.. Feyre woke to Rhysand shaking her awake. Only one more victim to go. I still believed Feyre could do it, could beat her, but Amarantha would not go quietly nor without damage and that was what scared me. They were shaking in a near violent manner. It was all I could do not to run and hold her when she looked at me then, so much pain in her eyes. After that Feyres lacy garments are ripped to shreds in Rhysands desperation, but he promises that he and Feyre will go out and buy more. I warn you, its long and a chaotic mess because its late at night and my feels after finishing rereading the bloody book were a hot mess, i just couldnt wait until a time when Id be more sane to write it. 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. The words chanted inside Feyres mind as a flurry of self-loathing and hopelessness I only ever felt inside myself welled up beneath her skin. The rest of the Mountain had either fled home the second Amaranthas blood was spilt or were resting sound asleep below me. 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. # 5. I was happier than Id been in years. When Feyre gives birth Rhysand is right there holding her hand. She won, someone said from the crowd, the crowd that was now abuzz with murmurs and squeals and delight. My mate. Suddenly a shadow flies overhead and before they can stand from their chairs Rhysand lands in a spray of sand not far from where they are. Shed done it. Bonus: On anniversarys or birthdays they stay home for the entire day to enjoy each others company. We threaded through the trees, Cassian and Azriel silently stalking several paces out on either side of me until we hit the gap where the band made camp. 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. With their people starving, Lucien is sent to convince Tamlin to perform the upcoming ritual to save countless lives. This whole passage just undoes me and that line in particular, that he would die with her so shes not alone, so shes with her mate regardless of himself - slaughter me now, it does things to me. Perhaps when youre dead. My mate. Because Id want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. 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. 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. Hell appear as he wants to appear., Yes and no. It was horrifying to watch, to feel. She's saying something that Feyre dismisses as nonsense but for some reason she can't stop thinking about it. A very angsty, miserable Rhysey-Piecey. Amarantha sat poised on the throne calling Feyre on with praise. Even going so far as to sacrifice herself if the need arises. Morrigan was rapturous. Together they greet their son and introduce him to the rest of his family who is more than eager to say hello. Feyre and Seren gave him a warning glance but Bellard only nodded. For Rhysand the his dark shadows curl up around him on instinct and fill the room in pitch black nothingness. So the High Lord of Night Court winnows them away back to their townhouse where they indeed spend the rest of the day and night having a glorious time in the bed, against the walls, on the tables and also in the bathtub. Its why you will repeatedly see me in all of my Rhys POV fics obnoxiously over using the My mate. A paz reina por toda Prythian depois que eles conseguiram vencer Hybern. One life for the sake of many. Feyre had thought it had been long enough since she'd broken off her engagement with Tamlin that it wouldn't come up. Every spare moment of my day was spent monitoring her condition and each time I returned to the darkening recesses of her mind, it was like watching my worst nights with Amarantha on repeat a thousand times over. It's not on the prompt list but will you please do a hc for Feysand in which Feyre has a nightmare? - Rhysand cant even contain his hungry gaze as he gives Feyre a look that promises she will get her fill of him laterquite literally. Takes place during Starfall in ACOSF. My mate. Chapter 17: Feyre's Nightmare (Rhys POV) A little one-shot of Rhys saving Feyre from her nightmare after she meets the Night Court squad for the first time in ACOMAF. Not so fast, Amarantha clicked merrily and the guards unmasked the first faerie, a male with a crumpling face not ready to meet his death. 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. My mate. Thanks anon! Along the way, she finds out that she's not the only one whose family has been keeping secrets. We know it'll be Nesta's story, but does this mean whe won't see Rhysand and Feyre again ? feyre +11 more # 9 Azriel's Heir by Wren 34.3K 692 19 Ash is the son of Feyre and Rhysand, the Heir to the night court and son of the two most powerful Fae in history. Two weeks is all the time he has to convince the Crazed Beast to save their people. Tamlin was many things, and he had done many regrettable things in his lifetime, but there was still love for this girl in his heart. "Cassian raised his eyes to the portrait behind his High Lords mammoth desk. No matter what they both fall asleep in each others arms. Kill him for all our sakes despite not knowing any of us or loving us the way she did him. I love all of you so, so much. I knew he loved her. A guard was given to each figure and accompanying them each was a pillow holding a cursed ash dagger. - When her cries have quieted Feyre takes a deep breath of Rhysands scent until her heartbeat slows its frantic pace. - Rhysand is quick to fill the silence. "This is going to hurt," she said as her fingers traced the area around where the first arrow had slaughtered my wings. More than fine now that he is here, because she wants to apologize for their fight. Themes of pregnancy termination, pregnancy loss, child abuse, abuse of adult children, and death in childbirth will be discussed. And then I went flying, my body nothing more than dust on air until I hit the marble floor with a loud crack. acotar rhys fanfiction +15 more # 10 | by darklingslilhoe 22.3K 1.1K 20 - Feyre and Rhysand become a powerful couple. (I didnt even realize how long this became until I was about to post it! Almost, but not quite. A relief she welcomed, craved even. I wept at the sound of her, pushing myself up desperately to get to her, but my arms gave out. It broke me at last. Feysand Week #3 - Jealousy Over Dinner Here's my fic for day 3, the prompt was jealousy. Agonizing. And I had to switch up 12 since they already had their officialfirst time, but I think the alternative provided below will appease you! As an added bonus she now has a few more ways to tease her mate. I take zero credit for them. 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.. But then she moved and she picked up the dagger with a heavy hand in front of the first victim, her mind full of Tamlin and what the sacrifice would be worth. Watching Feyre enter the throne room for her final trial was a challenge. When Feyre cries she tries to hide it by instinctively going to another room. - That night they tease each other so much with their touches. No, todays crowd were the faeries and High Fae of the courts who despised this wicked queen, who wanted nothing more than to see her fall. The golden faelight orbs in the room were positioned to make it seem alive, glowing. The Night Court will also be forever changed as Feyre comes fully into her own power as High Lady, building alliances and an agenda of her own. She must choose between the life she has always wanted and protecting the people she serves and her parent's legacies. Here is a longer one for you! But years later when everyone is starting to heal, Rhys and Feyre get a little sur. 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? And it killed me to think she could see herself that way, in any way other than the determined, resourceful woman Id met Under the Mountain who had saved us all and lost herself in the process. And then I would know if Feyre was strong enough to figure it out. 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. It has been centuries since the High Lords and Lady of Prythian destroyed Hybren, but a new evil is stirring and threatens to destroy everything the Inner Circle loves. But would she realize? Pregnancy/Birth Headcanon Find it here! Feyre doesnt charge much, but this buyer gives her MUCH more money than she ever asked for. My mate. Feyre assures Rhysand that she is fine. Not Not fair, Feyre choked out, her heart utterly in ruins. - Eventually Amren calls them out at dinner and tells them just to get home already since everyone else at the table would like to eat. 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. Her body and mind were in pieces, but Tamlin would be the glue to hold her together. "If you want to leave, Feyre, nothing is holding you back. I knew that you were my mate, and you were in love with another male, and had destroyed yourself to save him, and that that I didnt care. He crawled slowly towards the evil queen, ready to plead and give her what she wanted. His actions to have me spare her proved his ardent love for Feyre. You. These primal encounters never changed even if I spent the hours flying faster towards them hoping they would. Rhysand plunged roughly inside Feyre while placing languid kisses on her neck as Feyre gripped his shoulders tight and bit Rhysands earlobe. No, not fought, but begged. My mate. He was sitting in his study, Feyre long gone and having returned to the Night Court, a brief note left on her bed and he hadnt suspected a thing. And I knew as I picked up that knife to kill her I knew right then what you were. My mate. Surely that had to count for something? Whore, he cursed and internally, I savored the feel of my mental claws dragging through his mind, undoing every last piece of who he was and would ever become before I let his body fall limp and ragged to the snow. 300 pages January 20, 2022 Starset. Injured Headcanon: When Feyre is injured she grits her teeth and survival instincts kick in. A partial rewrite of ACOSF that kicks off with Feyre's pregnancy storyline, and diverges from the moment Nesta reveals the deception to her. A dream of the future they both desire where they smile among their friends and growing family.
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