I clung to her and felt each bone as Amarantha broke them one by one. A glimpse into the wholesome Feysand pregnancy content that we missed out on in acosf. Rhysands voice is choked up as he apologizes for disturbing Feyres beauty sleep. Feyre tolerates this to an extent, but she draws the line when she feels her mate needs to relax. Injured Headcanon: When Feyre is injured she grits her teeth and survival instincts kick in. 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. Blood dripped from her hand as she wept and somewhere in the crowd, a woman wailed. 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. Please.. Would you deny your mate what she wants?. My mate. And I knew as I picked up that knife to kill her I knew right then what you were. 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. - Rhysand waits for Feyre to explain her nightmare and continues to rub her back as she describes the dreadful dream. - When Rhys and Feyre arrive back at the townhouse he instantly has her pinned against the wall. When Feyre finds out that Rhys and the Inner Circle have hidden the truth about her pregnancy complications from her, she leaves home and searches for answers and support elsewhere. Of course, Ill take your life in exchange, but a bargains a bargain, is it not? Feyre had thought it had been long enough since she'd broken off her engagement with Tamlin that it wouldn't come up. Tumblr has, quite simply, contributed to a lot of the extra stress Ive experienced the past several months, but it took going away on vacation to really make me register the exact extent of that negative influence and its worth (or lack thereof) on my mental health. . The outcome had been decided the moment we left the Steppes. I didnt care that it was Tamlin whom Feyre loved. - Feyres hand slides up and down Rhysands thigh underneath the dinner table. Such a steep price to pay for her. My mate. Feyre just wanted the day to be over. And only one more awaits. And the moment she is hurt Rhysand is immediately on the defensive. Even as the crowd began to stir seeming to realize they were mere seconds from freedom, Amarantha looked giddy with delight. - Feyre grips the sheets. My mate. Not Not fair, Feyre choked out, her heart utterly in ruins. 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. A Court of Thorns and Roses Series | Fanfiction Fantasy Romance Mor Nesta Azriel Acotar Elain Cassian Feyre Acomaf Rhysand Amren Feysand . Like the shadows and darkness that make up his powers as he leans down to whisper in her ear. 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. She must choose between the life she has always wanted and protecting the people she serves and her parent's legacies. Its why you will repeatedly see me in all of my Rhys POV fics obnoxiously over using the My mate. 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. - Feyre and Rhysand become a powerful couple. Tamlin is told outright that Feyre doesnt want to die alone, that she wants someone there holding her hand and taking her into the darkness, and when the time comes Under the Mountain to be with her as her neck is snapped, he doesnt move a single inch. And just as I was about to give in, to drown in my distress, a voice broke the spell and the blows ceased. The painters hands in her tiny cabin home swirling scenes of starlight. You dislike our kind on a good day. How could he sit there even now and offer her nothing? Feyre is beyond happy and tears are welling in her eyes as she gives Rhysand the news. Rhys? Cassian said, dragging my attention down to my hands. tip: "uchiha sasuke/uzumaki naruto" angst kudos>10, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings (3), A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas (17), Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses) (14), Cassian (A Court of Thorns and Roses) (8), Morrigan (A Court of Thorns and Roses) (6), Amren/Feyre Archeron/Azriel/Cassian/Morrigan/Rhysand/Original Character(s) (2), Sweet Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses) (4), Worried Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses) (4), Feysand Month 2022 | Twitter: FeysandMonth (4), A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. 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Explore For having oppressed her, denied her, refused her. - In public they make it a game to see who can get away with the most touching. I take zero credit for them. 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. 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. 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. Its not exactly a hard stretch to guess someone wouldnt want to die alone, but I think its still pretty spectacular of a contrast and also an illustration of how misguided Tamlin was/is. 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. A stillness swept over me, like a lock clicking into place as the depths of my magic replenished. For Rhysand the his dark shadows curl up around him on instinct and fill the room in pitch black nothingness. +11 more. Friends - After a lot of thought and many long, hard days, I have decided its time for me to leave Tumblr. *wink wink*. Feysand: The First Heir Chapter 1, an a court of thorns and roses fanfic | FanFiction Feysand: The First Heir By: Wing75 Rated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - [Feyre, Rhys] Cassian, Azriel - Chapters: 10 - Words: 32,189 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 19 - Updated: Jul 13, 2022 - Published: Feb 17, 2022 - id: 14040827 + - Next > - 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. There had to be a way out of this. Feyre pulled the third dagger and I knew what to expect as the veil was to be lifted on the final victim. Her convictions would not let her and I could feel how much it crippled her very soul to even consider the possibility. - He cloaks the room in absolute darkness. Please.. A dream of the future they both desire where they smile among their friends and growing family. It broke me at last. He had wanted to deny what had been so plainly before him; Rhysand and Feyre were mates. Im going to kill you.. 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. My mate. Stop, Feyre said, her voice hoarse and strained from some distance away. Morrigan was rapturous. Foolish, stupid human., Amarantha moved toward Feyre and fear crippled my heart rendering my happiness null and void as she pointed to Feyre and spoke with venom, And you. Feyres cries sent me charging. (We also accept donations year-round, so you are able to donate whenever is convenient for you.). The knife fell from Feyres hand with a soul-shattering crash. Wed been inside this prison countless times before and always we failed to get out alive. Just drop a comment somewhere and Ill find ya. I didnt know where you had gone. A confrontation. She must choose between the life she has always wanted and protecting the people she serves and her parent's legacies. - Feyres nightmares come in many shapes. I did not join them at the House of Wind that night for dinner. He can already feel time slipping away from him. Back and forth Tamlin and Amarantha argued, Tamlin trying to steer her off course and away from Feyre, Amarantha having none of it. What will it be, Feyre?. Because right now they have moreimportant matters to attend to. But imagine if, in ACOTAR 3, Tamlin realizes all of his mistakes. - Rhysand moves slowly down Feyres body. "I forgot it's been a while for you," I said with a small chuckle. Little impulses of pain trembled along his skin and muscles in those last seconds before he gave up and was no more. She's saying something that Feyre dismisses as nonsense but for some reason she can't stop thinking about it. 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. 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. I wish all of you much love, health, and happiness. Whatever she wanted, whomever it was, if that was what she desired, then I wanted her to have it too. The ramifications of her decision extend all the way to Autumn and Day, with far reaching consequences. My Tumblr will remain here so that any fics people might have saved are still accessible and currently, my master list on the sidebar is updated. Cauldron damn us all, shed done it! The human running wild with daring on Fire Night to enjoy the taste of the faerie world. This is the Second Trial from Chapter 40 of ACOTAR when Rhys realizes Feyre cant read and helps her save Luciens life. He was trying and I didnt care. 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. She still paints without the use of magic, but that doesnt make the paintings insignificant. Here is a longer one for you! They also close of their minds, because their thoughts are simmering with rage that threatens to boil over. And Tamlin knows about it. My mate. 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. Hed sat silently by all these weeks doing nothing more to help her than offering a few stolen kisses in a dingy hallway. Rhysey, you break my heart in all the best ways, love. For the first time in a long while, I didnt know what was coming. No one knows, I replied. I hope you guys arent getting sick of these Rhys POVs because I cant seem to stop writing them lol. When Feyre cries she tries to hide it by instinctively going to another room. Agonizing. Tears spilled freely onto her face, each one an icy slap where the sting would never disappear. - Azriel, one of Rhysands closest friends, teaches Feyre how to fly on a broomstick. Unfortunately, she will soon discover she not only has to protect herself from the King of Hybern, but another who is stuck in the Spring court against their will. The girl who had saved my soul when I had nothing left to keep me dreaming. I knocked on the bathroom door. Fury exploded in my chest as Amarantha grinned at Feyre knowing how disappointing this blow would be to her. Basically the story Ive always wanted to write about Tamlin getting tag-teamed by Feyre and Rhysand. Shed done it. If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. He showed no emotion and his eyes could pierce through wall. 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. My mate. :) Hopefully, I can write the other trials and maybe a special prison visit soon too. A curse sprang from my mouth. It is just as bloody and devastating as they had all anticipated it would be. 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. Hope ya like! Pain consumed me as I watched Amarantha torture her. And they eventually worked their way back to the bedroombut not before stopping against a few more walls on the way there! I swallowed. Pregnancy/Birth Headcanon: When Feyre goes through morning sickness Rhysand is quickly by her side. For what she gave, I said. If you ask me, though, given your history with murdering our kind, I do believe Im offering you a gift.. My mate. - Rhysand isnt too please about his mates silence and decides to increase the pressure and speed of his licking. The only difference was that this time, I didnt wait to see if Tamlin would even try first. - Rhysand gives Feyre the last needed push to join the Hufflepuff quidditch team. My mate. Tamlin would be waiting and then our fate would be in the hands of this small human girl none of us knew. 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. My mate. When the floor quaked and Feyre began to sink ever lower into the ground, I was nervous with anticipation and questions. Even when they burn my body, Ill love you.. She removes his clothing with such quickness that leaves Rhysand chuckling until his breath chokes in his throat when Feyre strokes his wings. I tugged on the bond between us forcing my thoughts into her mind. Feyre was miserable in the spring court, but continued to faithfully live there, that is, until Tamlin killed her closest friend, Alis. Feyre and Rhys drive earlier to Azriel and Elains to help with Thanksgiving preparations, Feysand Month Day 22: Birth of the Firstborn, Feyre wakes Rhys up in the middle of the night when contractions start, Feyre is pregnant and tired and Feysand takes a fluffy bath together. I'm planning a rewrite of Nesta's full story in ACOSF, so she'll just make appearances here. Lucien stood feet away, mourning rewriting itself into hope as he cried for Feyres life. I glanced down the stairs to where I could still see the prone form of the faerie and the stumps of his wings. His hands grip her hips and pull her closer. Oh, dont look so miserable, Feyre. - 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). It was dying. Instinctively her legs wrapped around Rhysand who shoved her dress up around her hips. Tell me about yourself." Rhys demanded. Bow down and obey - or pay the debt they owed for the blood theyd spilt, the debt for using fifty years of freedom to push the boundaries however they pleased. 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. A small, but powerful fragment of my heart wholly devoted to her. 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. "Aw, man," Az said, his hands clenching to form an emotional fist as he looked from Rhys and back to me. Wake up. No matter he always tries to make a joke or a flirtatious comment, but Feyre is not having it. My voice was flat, hardly even a question as the lord looked me over once and spat directly at my feet. "He's gonna flip when you tell him.". You were planning this all along.. - For once Feyre feels as though she belongs. I pushed again and it was useless, my body betraying me at every move. 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. They are going to be a family. But would she realize? Feyre quickly senses something wrong in her sleep and will wake Rhysand while wiping away his tears. Feyres biggest turn on is when Rhysand talks dirty. - Rhysands laugh is a rumble against Feyres throat. Or so everyone thought. I cant get enough of it. Touch her. I hated her. Rhys nods and breaks the door open. rhysand. 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. When he pushes her onto the bed his throat emits a growl that makes Feyre pause in anticipation. 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. - She excels in transfiguration, but struggles with taking tests due to her inability to read as well as her classmates. Feyre stood reaching with a trembling hand for the second dagger covered in blood. Without a doubt, ^this one. He crawled slowly towards the evil queen, ready to plead and give her what she wanted. But one anonymous buyer in particular purchases a good amount of paintings. As always, I hope you guys like it. They belong to Sarah J. Maas. - Feyre gives Rhysand a kiss on the corner of his lips. -Everyone was dead, Feyre pants out. Hi ! A lick on a wing. He has known for quite some time, as the King of Hybern had entrusted him with this knowledge. slow-burn. My mate. My mate. -I suppose we will have dessert later, Rhysand smirks and takes Feyre hand who rolls her eyes at the innuendo. Instead of watching Feyre as she plunged the dagger into the heart of the female fae, my mind tracked Amarantha, how happy she looked. @nightcourt-resident honestly my imagination went a bit wild on the awkward moment prompt! 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. She hadnt even bothered to turn around to face me. By anson dorrance 12 core values. Domestic Life Headcanon:Feyre is usually the early riser, but she lingers in bed until she can feel Rhysand stirring beside her. Go wherever your heart desires. He will not cry out. My heart sank at the scene. Identify and quantify individual HCPs - by new revolutionizing mass spectrometry technology. My mate. 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. My life, my court, my every hope and dream wrapped up into this one perfect person. The light stayed as it was, a barely-there pinprick of her consciousness. Mates. Since my return, Id lost count of the number of rogue Illyrian war bands Id had to hunt down and confront. My mate. 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. And it wasnt a concern for dear Jurian when he butchered my sister. I wept at the sound of her, pushing myself up desperately to get to her, but my arms gave out. The sound of running water filled the room. I ran up behind her, holding back her hair. 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. I'm not ready to say goodbye to them :'(. My mate. She won, someone said from the crowd, the crowd that was now abuzz with murmurs and squeals and delight. We would leave this room together today, but at what cost?