My mate. A dream of the future they both desire where they smile among their friends and growing family. - Rhysands laugh is a rumble against Feyres throat. Can you do 9 for feysand!? They also close of their minds, because their thoughts are simmering with rage that threatens to boil over. 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. The trick both impresses and helps Rhysand calm down after his nightmare. - By the time she finishes Feyre feels far better than she did minutes ago when in the clutches of her frightening slumber. And she was getting worse. Do it, I said sternly just as the male faerie begged, Dont Please!. 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. Rhysand immediately takes her in his arms and between kisses he thanks her over and over again. Rhysey, you break my heart in all the best ways, love. Even going so far as to sacrifice herself if the need arises. When Feyre cries she tries to hide it by instinctively going to another room. Feyres eyes turn up to him, at first filled with an astonishing amount of hate. A Court of Thorns and Roses Series | Adventure Romance Acotar Feyre Azriel Rhysand Fantasy. But not today. *Houses based on this post where Sarah J Maas states which house her characters belong in*. So why?. Of course, Ill take your life in exchange, but a bargains a bargain, is it not? Domestic Life Headcanon:Feyre is usually the early riser, but she lingers in bed until she can feel Rhysand stirring beside her. My mate. My mate. I wonder if it will be worse to fail now - when you are so close.. I'm in love with your blog I was wondering if you knew what Book 5 of ACOTAR will deal with. "So Bellard. Would you Take an Arrow for Me? (Feysand) - Fight because you don't I loved her. The blood stood out in stark relief against the resounding quiet of the room. I'm sorry if I got carried away today - I know I was flirting, but I shouldn't have done it - didn't mean to hurt you . But he could rectify that now, could give her the courage she needed to stand up and defeat Amarantha at last. Todays hunt felt restless. Tamlin would be waiting and then our fate would be in the hands of this small human girl none of us knew. I clung to her and felt each bone as Amarantha broke them one by one. Injured Headcanon: When Feyre is injured she grits her teeth and survival instincts kick in. My mate. I would never forgive Tamlin for that. Gone was the mockery, the teasing. The human running wild with daring on Fire Night to enjoy the taste of the faerie world. Feysand Modern AU - Fanfiction is my Procrastination And then I went flying, my body nothing more than dust on air until I hit the marble floor with a loud crack. For the first time in a long while, I didnt know what was coming. In magical duals they are an unstoppable force, yet they never abuse their power. The sound of running water filled the room. "If you want to leave, Feyre, nothing is holding you back. Her shield was cracking because she was dying, slipping further and further away with each passing breath. 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. That nothing could tear them apart and that they will have the peace theyve worked so hard for. Enjoy it.. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Feyre!" Her eyes snapped open as a groan left her mouth immediately. I take NO CREDIT for the dialogue or ideas behind this scene. Rhysands voice is choked up as he apologizes for disturbing Feyres beauty sleep. Remember that little magic love note? Red splattered in harsh contrast against the snow at my feet, large sloppy drops dripping from Truth-Tellers blade. Feysand fanfic by Everything4books 216K 2.4K 40 Completed~Life after the war was not the same for anyone, especially the inner circle. Instantly, she cried and began to shake, and Amarantha swooped in with her despicable gallantry. She groaned, rolling over and bringing the pillow over her head. 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. He didn't answer at all. They belong to Sarah J. Maas. I hated her. My match. A Court of Faded Dreams: Chapter 1 : TheLonelyBarricade 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. Taken from Chapter 39 of ACOTAR. Anything to ensure Feyre wouldnt die alone, would never have to feel such torment again. A Court of Faded Dreams Masterlist : TheLonelyBarricade A thank-you that means everything. My mate. I take no credit for dialogue nor ideas. Feyres worried questioning is interrupted when Rhysand engulfs her in a hug. @nightcourt-resident honestly my imagination went a bit wild on the awkward moment prompt! "No," she chided herself, cursing to the empty, heavy, oppressive summer air. They are going to be a family. Because Id want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. She had chosen a small piece of me and I clung to it, my only salvation in death. Stop. 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. 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. He was trying and I didnt care. Another day when court politics inevitably returned and I was called to bear my cruel, wretched persona once more for the good of my court. Cute and fluffy oneshot that tells the story of how Rhys asked Feyre to paint her self-portrait for him. The walls of the prison were stiff and dark making it difficult to see and understand. 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. Two trials lie behind you, Amarantha said from her false throne, Tamlin sitting beside her ever the stone mute. We know it'll be Nesta's story, but does this mean whe won't see Rhysand and Feyre again ? - Feyre also begins to to paint again and her artwork is better than ever. But not until tomorrow. Just," Rhys paused, taking a deep breathe in, "Just leave me ALONE. I didnt even wait. One life for the sake of many. Realizing the jeers of her subjects were no longer available to her to torment Feyre, she pressed on with her mockery instead. And I knew as I picked up that knife to kill her I knew right then what you were. There is a garden created in Velaris, and it is named after Tamlin in his honor. And never once did our gaze break in those few seconds as I knew I loved her more than anything. Alto lord y lady de la corte de los sueos. Feyre then makes the fae powered work of art shoot stars across the room similar to Starfall. 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. I almost wondered if Amarantha was silently asking herself that very same question as few in the room laughed. 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. Icon: @feysanded. 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. Tell me," he murmured, cupping her face as her face was scrunched in pain. - She excels in transfiguration, but struggles with taking tests due to her inability to read as well as her classmates. A peace they have sacrificed so much to obtain. Those gathered here today were not her minions hell bent on doing her biding to survive. So, I vaguely heard Amarantha say. Someone asked me to write the trials from the first book, so here I am *trying*, haha. 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. Or so everyone thought. This was nothing new. 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. - Rhysand is quick to fill the silence. All round me, the forest rang silent save for the bitter, cold wind howling my sins in my ears. 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. 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. Slowly, he lifted a brow as snow crunched between Cassians heavy boots on my other side. Oops!). Her paintings sell out quickly too all sorts of wizards and witches. The King of Hybern had certainly not disappointed them in that aspect. Hope you enjoy reading this tender Feysand moment! Feyre did too, I could feel it. Watching Feyre enter the throne room for her final trial was a challenge. She didn't expect him to be there. She removes his clothing with such quickness that leaves Rhysand chuckling until his breath chokes in his throat when Feyre strokes his wings. 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. Why? He tilted his head to the side. Your mortal heart is nothing to us, Amarantha said. Fate & Destiny Rhysand's birthright was never to rule the Night Court. Themes of pregnancy termination, pregnancy loss, child abuse, abuse of adult children, and death in childbirth will be discussed. No, not fought, but begged. Blood dripped from her hand as she wept and somewhere in the crowd, a woman wailed. #feysand fanfic on Tumblr I tugged on the bond between us forcing my thoughts into her mind. Im going to kill you.. And then, there she stood, my Feyre, before our evil queen, chin held high and boldness in her stance. Now its the passive aggressive note. He had been foolish enough to truly believe that the bond between Feyre and Rhysand was broken. 'I'll be out in a minute' came the strangled reply. We would leave this room together today, but at what cost? Feyre Archeron/Rhysand - Works | Archive of Our Own A decade has passed since their first Winter Solstice together; ten years since they decided they would try for a baby. He will die for this. The High Lord and High Lady will soon be expecting their little one. Those belong entirely to Sarah J. Maas. It wasnt right. There had to be a way out of this. 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. 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. - Theyll always have this moment of tranquil quiet amid a darkness where the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court find comfort. My mate. It was incredible really. And the moment she is hurt Rhysand is immediately on the defensive. 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. Feyre and her beautiful mind holding on to the love she felt for him. Rhysand has no idea Feyre would feel this way, yet he fights to die by her side so she isnt alone anyway. I went in and out of the blackness in my mind as she struck me over and over and over again, the darkness my only friend. Feyre stood reaching with a trembling hand for the second dagger covered in blood. Feysand Modern AU, Part 2 - Fanfiction is my Procrastination But it will be okay because she will live and love and her life will continue. But her mate does. But he cannot shield her from all of this dark magic, some of it slips through his walls and reaches her. After years of hoping, their dream is finally answered. Just as Rhysand and the Inner Circle helped her in her greatest time of need. "Aw, man," Az said, his hands clenching to form an emotional fist as he looked from Rhys and back to me. It hurts." "What hurts, Feyre? "I love you," she said to Tamlin. You traitorous piece of filth, Amarantha bellowed at me and I wondered if she was really so surprised at my betrayal. Pain sliced my fingers as she wielded her magic - my magic - to shove the talons back in place inside my skin. 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. A way of lording over us all the fact that she could celebrate our powers at her disposal whenever she so pleased. 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. - As Feyre closes her eyes to sleep Rhysand sends her images down their shared bond. "He's gonna flip when you tell him.". 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. Lucien stood feet away, mourning rewriting itself into hope as he cried for Feyres life. The ramifications of her decision extend all the way to Autumn and Day, with far reaching consequences. Quando parecia que as coisas no poderiam ficar melhores, timas notcias chegaram para alegrar a vida de todos na Corte Noturna, mas, o que para eles era . And Feyre is aware of the last words he had wanted to say to her. The rest of the Mountain had either fled home the second Amaranthas blood was spilt or were resting sound asleep below me. How, until the very end, his first instinct was to protect her no matter what the cost of it was. Stop? 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. Little impulses of pain trembled along his skin and muscles in those last seconds before he gave up and was no more. A partial rewrite of ACOSF that kicks off with Feyre's pregnancy storyline, and diverges from the moment Nesta reveals the deception to her. And that wasnt counting the number Cassian and Azriel had taken care of in my absence. - 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. (I didnt even realize how long this became until I was about to post it! One hundred sixty eight hours. 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. They were close. ACOMAF. 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. I ran up behind her, holding back her hair. He arrives at the Spring Court, and he finds it in ruins. The golden faelight orbs in the room were positioned to make it seem alive, glowing. Would she truly be the savior they hoped for? We were free at long last never to be hurt by Amarantha again. Feyre thrusted the knife into her own chest and I watched as my mate willingly committed suicide before my own eyes. I took a step closer to him, my blood-covered feet sticking to the rug. 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. Thanks anon! I could count the number of times I had seen Feyre on one hand and I had been hoping it would stay that way. Feyres biggest turn on is when Rhysand talks dirty. Together they greet their son and introduce him to the rest of his family who is more than eager to say hello. - The High Lady of the Night Court isnt about to let her mate have all the fun. Shadowsinging Sunshine. I'm not ready to say goodbye to them :'(. Thus, Ive decided to cut it out of my life alongside some other changes so that I can hopefully get better and work towards a healthier, happier me. They were always wild, fraught with debauchery and gossip while Amarantha held court over us doing little more than watching with judgment in her eyes and hungry glances at Tamlin. Touch her. 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. Very good, Amarantha said. Completed acomaf acofas feysand +13 more # 3 Throne of Glass and ACOTAR Crossov. Shed broken the curse on us all. And only one more awaits. My mate. And if I want a taste now High Lord? Agonizing. feysand fanfiction #feyre hurt. Celebrations, she liked to call them. Teeth nipping at thighs. Feyre had begged for me. My mate. Making sure to stroke the exact spots that leave Rhysand quivering with need. But now she needs to face the class that brought out the worst in Tamlin. Rhysand finds her pressed against the wall and brings her into his arms. acomaf. He will not cry out. - Rhysand rubs circles in Feyres back as her hands tremble between their bodies. The party was nothing unusual, but Feyre by my side was. 300 pages January 20, 2022 Starset. - Feyre grips the sheets. Such as spending the whole evening orgasming the night away. 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. I only had to hold on to my charade for mere minutes. I hope you guys arent getting sick of these Rhys POVs because I cant seem to stop writing them lol. Tamlin wouldnt help her, perhaps ever, that much hed made clear even if it made no sense to me. I grabbed both their hands and winnowed on the spot before they could say another word. "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. The spell would be broken. He tells his mate - his dearest friend - that he will always be by her side. - 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 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. Feyre is enjoying all the stories Mor tells them in great detail. Feyre is beyond happy and tears are welling in her eyes as she gives Rhysand the news. Here is a longer one for 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. You are no longer a fae with a human heart, but a human with a fae heart. Tears spilled freely onto her face, each one an icy slap where the sting would never disappear. 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. 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? The outcome had been decided the moment we left the Steppes. feyrhys fanfiction 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. My mate. Nothing happened. Feyre just wanted the day to be over. 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. Fury exploded in my chest as Amarantha grinned at Feyre knowing how disappointing this blow would be to her. Amarantha held festivities nearly every night Under the Mountain. It would crush Feyre. I take zero credit for the dialogue and ideas behind this scene. Shed solved the riddle. Feyre has been dating Tamlin for a while, and she couldn't be happier. The weight of him between her legs has Feyre arching upward for more contact. He showed no emotion and his eyes could pierce through wall. Feysand Week #3 - Jealousy Over Dinner Here's my fic for day 3, the prompt was jealousy. 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. After transferring across Prythian to a new campus to escape her abusive ex, Feyre Archeron finds a new life. Stab each of these unfortunate souls in the heart. Though one time Feyre wrote an extremely provocative note to Rhysand that resulted in the Slytherin almost ruining his potion during class! A Modern AU - University setting one-shot. 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. The words form on his lips, but refuse to expel. - Rhysand waits for Feyre to explain her nightmare and continues to rub her back as she describes the dreadful dream. Until a stranger tells her something about her boyfriend she wasn't expecting, and her whole life goes to hell. And once Illyrian alliances shifted, they rarely shifted back. Feyre Fanfiction Stories | Quotev "That may be a factor.". 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. Rhysand Stories - Wattpad No longer could I bear my mask. +11 more. She thrives amid the magic and is determined to help others. For having oppressed her, denied her, refused her. The year of ACOMAF was invaluable to my heart and I will always be able to say that because of you all, that year brought me the most amazing friendships and love I will never regret being here for. Rhys grunted and took his seat at the head of the table. acotar rhys fanfiction +15 more # 10 | by darklingslilhoe 22.3K 1.1K 20 It goes on for so long until their self-control snaps and they give into the primal instincts that keep them in bed for the next day. And I reached for her in my hideous joy knowing I was far away and Tamlin was closer, but I didnt care. My mate, my mate, my mate, began a chant deep inside my bones, urging me on like a drum beat to a death march. My mate. Proceed, Feyre, dear. (We also accept donations year-round, so you are able to donate whenever is convenient for you.). Again I charged, talons rippling from my hands, my feet, blind with rage knowing she would likely stop me again, but I didnt care. 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. And it burns and is excruciating. "Feyre. I practically had. - Feyres nightmares come in many shapes. My mate. The second the words were out of Mor's lips, Az's face lit up like the stars. A theif from the day courtA prince from the Night CourtThe two somehow find eachother when they need them the most. Cinco anos depois de "A Corte de Gelo e Estrelas", Feyre e Rhysand vivem felizes em Velaris com o crculo ntimo. My mate. Unbeknownst to him, his destiny was bargained away a thousand years ago by an ancestor. Those belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. - When her cries have quieted Feyre takes a deep breath of Rhysands scent until her heartbeat slows its frantic pace. They talked long enough that I made my way over to them, feeling awkward standing alone. @destiny-rainbow-mayflower this was such an adorable HC to write and I had to stop myself from writing even more! Just a few more minutes and I could release myself. 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. Amarantha paused, but I couldnt see her face clearly. I almost didnt believe this was all happening until I was standing there waiting for her to be led out. Enjoy. I take zero credit for them. I wanted her to feel it, to have some semblance of a beautiful thought to give her hope. And he could not allow her to die. And she was going to die. 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. So once more, just as I had at her second trial, I would be her shelter, her guide. 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. And both of themFeyre and Rhysandwill never forget the High Lord who had realized his mistakes. feysand. Favorite Type(s) of Kissing Headcanon: Both Feyre and Rhysand are all for the slow and lingering kiss that makes it feel as if the moment will last forever. . Work Search: Feyre rid Rhysand of his shirt and just finished unbuttoning his pants when she suddenly found herself lifted up and pressed against the wall. "Feyre. Tell me about yourself." Rhys demanded. Shed defeated Amarantha, survived Under the Mountain. Wet stains now. 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. *wink wink*. It was too much, too heavy on her heart. Feyre is checked over by a medically experienced fae who tells her that she is with child. My mate. I knocked on the bathroom door. What will it be, Feyre?. Memories of Under the Mountain were amplified in the stale silence where creeping whisperings could almost be heard. Completed. - If possible Feyre would return the money, but she has no idea who the buyer was. My nose bled, my head cracked, my stomach caved in. Kill him for all our sakes despite not knowing any of us or loving us the way she did him. - When Rhys and Feyre arrive back at the townhouse he instantly has her pinned against the wall. Please. Her body and mind were in pieces, but Tamlin would be the glue to hold her together. 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. 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. Azriel looked stoically at me as if he hadnt just shed the blood of a half-dozen men hed once shared camp with.