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. My love. And then, there she stood, my Feyre, before our evil queen, chin held high and boldness in her stance. Feyres eyes turn up to him, at first filled with an astonishing amount of hate. - For once Feyre feels as though she belongs. Anamika2003 | FanFiction "Feyre," Rhys frantically made his way to her, shaking her arm to wake her up. As always, I hope you guys like it. Even as the crowd began to stir seeming to realize they were mere seconds from freedom, Amarantha looked giddy with delight. He moves his hips against her once. A small, but powerful fragment of my heart wholly devoted to her. - The day she meets Rhysand is during a party at the Gryffindor tower when she was visiting her boyfriend (who quickly became her ex-boyfriend after they drifted apart). - When Rhys and Feyre arrive back at the townhouse he instantly has her pinned against the wall. But imagine if, in ACOTAR 3, Tamlin realizes all of his mistakes. Feyre opened her mouth to speak, but another female servant with a bird mask entered, a breakfast tray in hand. It hurts." "What hurts, Feyre? The venom in her eyes melts to sorrow and understanding. 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. My mate. Includes their prison cell encounter afterwards. And then like a snake striking at its prey, Amaranthas hands wrapped around Feyres neck and twisted and Feyres eyes went blank. 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. Her boyfriend is involved in shady business, and the more Feyre learns about it, the more it affects their life together. Anything to ensure Feyre wouldnt die alone, would never have to feel such torment again. My mate. 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. Even after all I knew him capable of, all he had done, watching him stare with feigned interest at the woman whod fought so viciously to save him through the very bowels of hell as if she were nothing to him shocked me to my core. Rhysands voice is choked up as he apologizes for disturbing Feyres beauty sleep. 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. I cant get enough of it. I take zero credit for the dialogue or ideas behind the scene. Oops!). Do it, I said sternly just as the male faerie begged, Dont Please!. 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. 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. But not until tomorrow. She'd been at the wedding of some cousin on her father's side. She groaned, rolling over and bringing the pillow over her head. feysand. Hell appear as he wants to appear., Yes and no. After years of hoping, their dream is finally answered. Unable to fully separate her anxieties from reality, Feyre causes tension between her and her new boyfriend, Rhysand Night. - A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J. Maas. Taste her. The third guard raised his hand. He will go silently. And Feyre is aware of the last words he had wanted to say to her. 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.. by Feyrhys_Archeron 362K 9.9K 54 Please.. Something wrong? Amarantha asked sweetly, feigning confusion. Injured Headcanon: When Feyre is injured she grits her teeth and survival instincts kick in. Feyre had begged for me. A very angsty, miserable Rhysey-Piecey. The party was nothing unusual, but Feyre by my side was. Feyre shut her mouth, her head reeling. 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. Back and forth Tamlin and Amarantha argued, Tamlin trying to steer her off course and away from Feyre, Amarantha having none of it. It took a while to choose for these two since they appear to be open to almost anything and everything! Why? He tilted his head to the side. You dislike our kind on a good day. And I had to switch up 12 since they already had their officialfirst time, but I think the alternative provided below will appease you! And once Illyrian alliances shifted, they rarely shifted back. My life, my court, my every hope and dream wrapped up into this one perfect person. My heart sank at the scene. She wants to hear him growl seductively in her ear as he explains in detail what he plans to do to her when they get back to the townhouse. Work Search: But one anonymous buyer in particular purchases a good amount of paintings. The blood stood out in stark relief against the resounding quiet of the room. Feyre thrusted the knife into her own chest and I watched as my mate willingly committed suicide before my own eyes. Chapter 18. My mate. She removes his clothing with such quickness that leaves Rhysand chuckling until his breath chokes in his throat when Feyre strokes his wings. Your mortal heart is nothing to us, Amarantha said. Explore The outcome had been decided the moment we left the Steppes. Feyre was miserable in the spring court, but continued to faithfully live there, that is, until Tamlin killed her closest friend, Alis. The High Lord and High Lady will soon be expecting their little one. And just as I was about to give in, to drown in my distress, a voice broke the spell and the blows ceased. My mate. They needed little-to-no coercing. For what she gave, I said. Pity. 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. His was the one mind I hadnt needed to break into to persuade and he looked at me with such awe that I didnt know if it was due to shock that I would be so willing to help him, my enemy, even in this darkest hour, or if it was because he understood the full extent of what Id just done, how far I would go, how many rules I would break, how much of my own life I had tried to sacrifice for her. feysand fanfiction #feyre hurt 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. - His fingers are running through her hair at this point. Hearing and seeing her lust addled reactions has made the High Lord conclude a few Inner Circle meetings early on, because he just cant wait any longer to relieve his mate of her tension. His voice is smooth and deep. Feyre groaned when she stepped onto the balcony, the sunlight forcing her sleepy eyes to form narrow slits, but I only saw the way it made the gold stand out in the waves her hair as they blew on the breeze. Pleasantly surprised to see this in my ask box! "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. - They even have a magical note that enables them to write to each other in their classes without the professors being aware. From what ACOFAS hinted at, Nestas story will take place in the Illyrian mountains with Cassian. And the moment she is hurt Rhysand is immediately on the defensive. 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. And all I could think was here stood my powerful, strong, beautiful mate in the arms of another male. Feyre is enjoying all the stories Mor tells them in great detail. Feyrexrhysand Stories - Wattpad Feyre had thought it had been long enough since she'd broken off her engagement with Tamlin that it wouldn't come up. My mate. Ill free them whenever I see fit, Amarantha balked. Shed defeated Amarantha, survived Under the Mountain. With their people starving, Lucien is sent to convince Tamlin to perform the upcoming ritual to save countless lives. After spending a few hours withCresseidaand Tarquin while basking in the sun on the beach they all hear a great boom in the distance. Feysand Pregnancy Fic - Shadowsinging Sunshine A confrontation. Feyre relaxes into the touch and sighs as Rhysand places a kiss to the top of her head. He didn't answer at all. The girl who had saved my soul when I had nothing left to keep me dreaming. I felt Feyre's disappointment wash over the bond at how weak I was. 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. (And now I cant get that image out of my head!). She wasnt going to. It broke me at last. After the war with Hybern no one shows up for the Calanmai ritual. My mate. Feysand fanfic by Everything4books 216K 2.4K 40 Completed~Life after the war was not the same for anyone, especially the inner circle. The High Lord and High Lady are deathly quiet as they go about their day. You never figured out my riddle, did you? - Rhysand moves slowly down Feyres body. At first, it was agonizing. The Night Court would need every drop in the coming weeks that it could spare. 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. @the-bookish-soul here is your request! :) Hopefully, I can write the other trials and maybe a special prison visit soon too. Im sorry, she sobbed to the girl still wrestling with her thoughts as to whether or not she could do it. 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. Tell me about yourself." Rhys demanded. - 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. "Lucky for you, that name is beautiful. Little impulses of pain trembled along his skin and muscles in those last seconds before he gave up and was no more. But there is an unseen threat. Oh, dont look so miserable, Feyre. Stop? This is the Second Trial from Chapter 40 of ACOTAR when Rhys realizes Feyre cant read and helps her save Luciens life. Determined not to inflate Rhysands ego as he works his magic with his tongue. Basically the story Ive always wanted to write about Tamlin getting tag-teamed by Feyre and Rhysand. Three prisoners with bags to cover their faces were led out into the center of the room to stand in front of Feyre. My match. It was dying. Their heads turned in our direction as we neared close enough for them to catch our scent, but by then it was already too late. The first time Rhysand and Feyre get into a fight it strikes fear in the hearts of the Inner Circle. Say that you dont love him!, Amarantha, stop this, Tamlin said, speaking at long last. I knew what was coming. My mate. No doubt he had been forced to earn his rank, had likely volunteered for the blood bath. 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! 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. My mate. He will die for this. Like being dumped in a pool of acid. 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. The mask came off. The King of Hybern had certainly not disappointed them in that aspect. Your walls were up and I couldnt reach you - I thought you were taken from me. Fury exploded in my chest as Amarantha grinned at Feyre knowing how disappointing this blow would be to her. Her heart tore and with every rip, mine went with it. No final words to her?. As they kiss the world fades away in an intimate spell of time where their hearts are open as their lips and tongues speak louder than any words could convey. I was happier than Id been in years. She snorted, "You just like the nickname we both know you would give him.". If Feyre was going to die, I would die with her and I would take down Amarantha in the process. I would never forgive Tamlin for that. He starts with Feyres stockings or socks before working his way up until all that is left is her lacy underthings. - Rhysand cant even contain his hungry gaze as he gives Feyre a look that promises she will get her fill of him laterquite literally. My mate. Here is a longer one for you! He tells his mate - his dearest friend - that he will always be by her side. When both are dressed and ready for the day they eat breakfast that is magically prepared for them since they are far from the best cooks in the court, much to the amusement of the Inner Circle since this goes to show that the most powerful High Lord and High Lady of Prythian cant even cook a meal without almost burning it to a crisp. . Feyre quickly senses something wrong in her sleep and will wake Rhysand while wiping away his tears. 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. My mate. Tamlin would be waiting and then our fate would be in the hands of this small human girl none of us knew. . Feyre then makes the fae powered work of art shoot stars across the room similar to Starfall. Hope ya like! 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. Stop, Feyre said, her voice hoarse and strained from some distance away. Unbeknownst to him, his destiny was bargained away a thousand years ago by an ancestor. Theyre innocent - not that it should matter to you since it wasnt a concern the day you killed Tamlins poor sentinel. My Fanfiction | Birth and Bloodletting: A Feysand Pregnancy No matter he always tries to make a joke or a flirtatious comment, but Feyre is not having it. Chapter 17: Feyre's Nightmare (Rhys POV) - Shadowsinging Sunshine My mate. - He cloaks the room in absolute darkness. So he pretends to fight on the evil kings side, seemingly killing in his name. I felt Feyres heart sink further and further into that pit of despair with each new word of torture Amarantha gave. Stop? Amarantha sneered. Feyre! I screamed once more, picking myself up and running to Tamlin where the ash knife had fallen. Making sure to stroke the exact spots that leave Rhysand quivering with need. Our poor son is going to be teased so much.". What turns them onHeadcanon Find it here! Feyre looked at him, her face hopeful and already broken by what she knew was inevitably coming. There is a garden created in Velaris, and it is named after Tamlin in his honor. Nothing happened. - Rhysand also tutors Feyre in her subjects. A curse sprang from my mouth. She didn't expect him to be there. Please. His voice was ragged, weak as he pleaded repeatedly while Feyre lifted the dagger trying to rationalize the death with thoughts of Tamlin and the faeries around her she would free. Thats something everyone deserves, human or faerie.. He winnows to Feyre and is thinking only of her safety first before he finds the bastards that dared to harm. She had given him everything and he had basically shoved her into Rhysands arms. 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. As the second victim - a female this time - was unmasked, I finally felt what I had prayed and begged and bargained with the Cauldron never to let me feel: I felt Feyre break. No matter what they both fall asleep in each others arms. Feysand Modern AU - Fanfiction is my Procrastination feyrhys fanfiction For having oppressed her, denied her, refused her. And he feels guilty for having done what he did to Feyre. And never once did our gaze break in those few seconds as I knew I loved her more than anything. If you're still doing the number and character/ship thing 14 Feysand. Please. Hes not quite sure why - or perhaps his mind cant even begin to believe that another one of his precious dreams is about to become a reality. 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. Such a steep price to pay for her. Feysand Modern AU, Part 2 - Fanfiction is my Procrastination 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. Tears spilled freely onto her face, each one an icy slap where the sting would never disappear. Those belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. My mate. My mate. (I didnt even realize how long this became until I was about to post it! Feysand Week #3 - Jealousy Over Dinner Here's my fic for day 3, the prompt was jealousy. The rest of the Mountain had either fled home the second Amaranthas blood was spilt or were resting sound asleep below me. To the stars who listen She thrives amid the magic and is determined to help others. She was the only person in the room who didnt know that she could kill Tamlin and it wouldnt matter, that his heart was made of stone. He arrives at the Spring Court, and he finds it in ruins. It could have been a demon out of hell itself and had Feyre loved him, even then my heart would have broken from having to watch her kill what she loved most in the world. 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. I hadnt even remembered what real happiness felt like until I saw the blade fall from Feyres hand and defeat swept over Amarantha, itd been so long since Id enjoyed that luxury. Feyre is back in the Spring court after separating from her mate, Rhysand. Inhaling the scent of his mate and making sure she is safe. He was trying and I didnt care. - Rhysand isnt too please about his mates silence and decides to increase the pressure and speed of his licking. A stillness swept over me, like a lock clicking into place as the depths of my magic replenished. Memories of Under the Mountain were amplified in the stale silence where creeping whisperings could almost be heard. - That night they tease each other so much with their touches. +11 more. Now was his chance. What the Water Gave Me - Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans My brothers strode quietly out from the trees, the swords theyd been gifted at the Blood Rite brandished in their hands in an offensive gesture, ready to strike at a moments signal from me. A paz reina por toda Prythian depois que eles conseguiram vencer Hybern. 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. Icon: @feysanded. I took a step closer to him, my blood-covered feet sticking to the rug. It wasnt right. Blood dripped from her hand as she wept and somewhere in the crowd, a woman wailed. His actions to have me spare her proved his ardent love for Feyre. Feyre pulled the third dagger and I knew what to expect as the veil was to be lifted on the final victim. Feysand | Quotev And only one more awaits. Feyre tolerates this to an extent, but she draws the line when she feels her mate needs to relax. My mate. 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. Pregnancy/Birth Headcanon: When Feyre goes through morning sickness Rhysand is quickly by her side. But would she realize? And when she drew breath, I inhaled with her, relief flooding me that she was returned. Staying up at the House of Wind can be fun with Inner Circle but spending time with Rhysand in the town house alonesounds like a much better idea. I love you, she said to Tamlin and never had I thought Id be so glad to hear those words on her lips directed at the High Lord of the Spring Court, but I was then as I watched Feyre plunge the dagger into his stone heart and a grin overwhelmed my face. rhysand. She was enchanting. Feysand | FanFiction Rhys? Cassian said, dragging my attention down to my hands.
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