- After a couple of practices Feyre becomes an efficient flier and leads Hufflepuff on a winning streak. Like being dumped in a pool of acid. "He's gonna flip when you tell him.". My mate. He will not cry out. Feyre called from the table, giving Rhys a pointed look. She won, someone said from the crowd, the crowd that was now abuzz with murmurs and squeals and delight. I grabbed both their hands and winnowed on the spot before they could say another word. No, not fought, but begged. Feyre's just being kind. And Feyre is aware of the last words he had wanted to say to her. Fate & Destiny Rhysand's birthright was never to rule the Night Court. And I knew as I picked up that knife to kill her I knew right then what you were. - 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. These primal encounters never changed even if I spent the hours flying faster towards them hoping they would. "This is going to hurt," she said as her fingers traced the area around where the first arrow had slaughtered my wings. Thank you anon for your kind words and here is your Feysand HC! - But then his hand pins her wrists down. She's saying something that Feyre dismisses as nonsense but for some reason she can't stop thinking about it. And only one more awaits. Like the shadows and darkness that make up his powers as he leans down to whisper in her ear. My mate. Their minds were already blank with shock, mine for the taking. I hope you guys arent getting sick of these Rhys POVs because I cant seem to stop writing them lol. - It slowly progresses from innocent touching to something more intimate. She still paints without the use of magic, but that doesnt make the paintings insignificant. 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. 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! Rhys? Cassian said, dragging my attention down to my hands. 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. - That night they tease each other so much with their touches. Hed sat silently by all these weeks doing nothing more to help her than offering a few stolen kisses in a dingy hallway. Eventually she has him focussing on more entertaining ways to occupy his hands rather than writing once he cant reign in his control any longer. - By the time she finishes Feyre feels far better than she did minutes ago when in the clutches of her frightening slumber. When Feyre and Rhysand tuck their son into bed, they read him a story each night without fail. 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. Thank you all for your support, encouragement, and love the past several months. Just as Rhysand and the Inner Circle helped her in her greatest time of need. What turns them on: Rhysand is all about teasing and knowing that his little touches or flirty thoughts sent to Feyre are making her hot and bothered. That nothing could tear them apart and that they will have the peace theyve worked so hard for. Those gathered here today were not her minions hell bent on doing her biding to survive. If she didnt turn up, it would mean she was safe. It was horrifying to watch, to feel. I could hear the door unlocking. A Court of Faded Dreams Masterlist : TheLonelyBarricade And the moment she is hurt Rhysand is immediately on the defensive. 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. Those belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. They will defeat the King of Hybern. - If possible Feyre would return the money, but she has no idea who the buyer was. I take no credit for dialogue nor ideas. The mountains of the Illyrian Steppes wrought a chill through my bones I hadnt felt in years. "There is much that has changed already. My mate. But one anonymous buyer in particular purchases a good amount of paintings. 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 almost didnt believe this was all happening until I was standing there waiting for her to be led out. feyrhys fanfiction She didn't expect him to be there. The party was nothing unusual, but Feyre by my side was. Rhys grunted and took his seat at the head of the table. Stop, Feyre said, her voice hoarse and strained from some distance away. I take zero credit for the dialogue or ideas behind the scene. We would leave this room together today, but at what cost? Takes place during Starfall in ACOSF. Hell appear to you as one thing, and I might be standing right beside you and see another.. 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. Taken from Chapter 39 of ACOTAR. Feyre quickly senses something wrong in her sleep and will wake Rhysand while wiping away his tears. I could count the number of times I had seen Feyre on one hand and I had been hoping it would stay that way. My nose bled, my head cracked, my stomach caved in. I pulled. My mate. I often wondered how he managed to lock that darkness away so well. I hated her. Cinco anos depois de "A Corte de Gelo e Estrelas", Feyre e Rhysand vivem felizes em Velaris com o crculo ntimo. 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. Sorry if its worse than usual! My mate. And then like a snake striking at its prey, Amaranthas hands wrapped around Feyres neck and twisted and Feyres eyes went blank. - Feyres hand slides up and down Rhysands thigh underneath the dinner table. He starts with Feyres stockings or socks before working his way up until all that is left is her lacy underthings. - When her cries have quieted Feyre takes a deep breath of Rhysands scent until her heartbeat slows its frantic pace. Feyre stood in the middle of the cramped room surrounded on all sides by Amarantha and her filth like a pack of rabid wolves waiting to be unleashed. feysand fanfiction #feyre hurt My mate. The brief scene in Chapter 46 at the end of ACOTAR where Rhys calls to Feyre to say goodbye and ends up fully seeing the mating bond between them before he disappears. And never once did our gaze break in those few seconds as I knew I loved her more than anything. So, I vaguely heard Amarantha say. Please, the male faerie begged. I almost wondered if Amarantha was silently asking herself that very same question as few in the room laughed. Fury exploded in my chest as Amarantha grinned at Feyre knowing how disappointing this blow would be to her. My mate. One hundred sixty eight hours. Determined not to inflate Rhysands ego as he works his magic with his tongue. Every death always meant something, but somehow when it came to Feyre, I was beginning to feel like I would tear the Heavens apart to keep her safe the way I had for Velaris, consequences be damned. - Rhysand lifts Feyre up so that her legs wrap around him and her center is pressed against his already hardened member. A Feysand Fanficby feyrehighladyreviews About 1 1/2 years after the ending of ACOWAR, Feyre realizes that she is pregnant, and is going to bring twins into the world. 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. An offering of second chances. He soon finds out though that Feyre has already dealt with the enemy from remains that are scorched in the distance from her powers. He was trying and I didnt care. - Rhysand also tutors Feyre in her subjects. My mate. She must choose between the life she has always wanted and protecting the people she serves and her parent's legacies. As it opened I saw Feyre hunched over the toilet hauling her guts up. But your final trial came, and When she started torturing you, something snapped in a way I couldnt explain, only that seeing you bleeding and screaming undid me. If you want to leave, LEAVE. 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. Both Rhysand and Feyre cry due to their nightmares. Her boyfriend is involved in shady business, and the more Feyre learns about it, the more it affects their life together. Stop. Chapter 17: Feyre's Nightmare (Rhys POV) - Shadowsinging Sunshine For having oppressed her, denied her, refused her. So this was it, then. 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. He had wanted to deny what had been so plainly before him; Rhysand and Feyre were mates. Send a ship/character and a number for a headcanon! Instinctively her legs wrapped around Rhysand who shoved her dress up around her hips. The light stayed as it was, a barely-there pinprick of her consciousness. Rowaelin Stories - Wattpad My mate. She had chosen a small piece of me and I clung to it, my only salvation in death. He had given her everything Tamlin had failed to. After spending a few hours withCresseidaand Tarquin while basking in the sun on the beach they all hear a great boom in the distance. 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. At long last, the end was here. Domestic Life Headcanon:Feyre is usually the early riser, but she lingers in bed until she can feel Rhysand stirring beside her. 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. 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. Shed won and it was all I could ever ask for for her. 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. Thats better. For Rhysand the his dark shadows curl up around him on instinct and fill the room in pitch black nothingness. 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. A small flickering light offering the faintest trace of hope. Occasionally Rhysand will offer up a few words, but he lets Feyre talk for the most part until it is clear she has finished talking. Feyre then makes the fae powered work of art shoot stars across the room similar to Starfall. Or so everyone thought. 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. Awkward Moment Headcanon: Rhysand was never one to get embarrased easily. My mate. Then twice. Remember that little magic love note? I knew he loved her. And Tamlin knows about it. :) Hopefully, I can write the other trials and maybe a special prison visit soon too. I flew at Amarantha and was met with her shields, blown back by such force of her power. Little impulses of pain trembled along his skin and muscles in those last seconds before he gave up and was no more. A guard was given to each figure and accompanying them each was a pillow holding a cursed ash dagger. - Feyre gives Rhysand a kiss on the corner of his lips. The room stilled. Feyre is enjoying all the stories Mor tells them in great detail. 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. Oops!). I had done so for fifty years, what were five more minutes? All over the three young fae hooded and kneeling on the unforgiving marble floor, the dagger I watched fall clattering to that same ground, and most especially all over her. Your mortal heart is nothing to us, Amarantha said. 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. From experience they know how quickly life can be snatched from them in a blink of an eye and every second counts. Watching Feyre enter the throne room for her final trial was a challenge. He can already feel time slipping away from him. I love you writing btw!! 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. I'm planning a rewrite of Nesta's full story in ACOSF, so she'll just make appearances here. 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. 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. Below is Chapters 1-4 of ACOMAF in Rhyss POV and above are the links to those same chapters plus the rest on AO3. I ran up behind her, holding back her hair. Famine and drought spread across the land. Friends - After a lot of thought and many long, hard days, I have decided its time for me to leave Tumblr. - When Rhys and Feyre arrive back at the townhouse he instantly has her pinned against the wall. "So Bellard. . Rhysand plunged roughly inside Feyre while placing languid kisses on her neck as Feyre gripped his shoulders tight and bit Rhysands earlobe. Something wrong? Amarantha asked sweetly, feigning confusion. 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. My mate. 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. It was a weapon that was sure to bring down Feyre, and in turn, bring down Rhysand as well. - 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). A theif from the day courtA prince from the Night CourtThe two somehow find eachother when they need them the most. 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. A relief she welcomed, craved even. But it will be okay because she will live and love and her life will continue. Though he knows full well that there is nothing that can stop a mating bond, he ponders if Feyre would still be his if he had done something differently. Feyre! I screamed once more, picking myself up and running to Tamlin where the ash knife had fallen.