I felt Feyre's disappointment wash over the bond at how weak I was. 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. feyrhys fanfiction Stay safe. He will not cry out. The High Lord and High Lady are deathly quiet as they go about their day. Feyre had begged for me. Themes of pregnancy termination, pregnancy loss, child abuse, abuse of adult children, and death in childbirth will be discussed. 'I'll be out in a minute' came the strangled reply. And Feyre is aware of the last words he had wanted to say to her. Tell me about yourself." Rhys demanded. Theyre innocent - not that it should matter to you since it wasnt a concern the day you killed Tamlins poor sentinel. Feyre looked at him, her face hopeful and already broken by what she knew was inevitably coming. And her body, which had become so long and elegant with its new fae gifted powers, sat strongly before her, beseeching her move forward. Pregnant Feyre Archeron - Works | Archive of Our Own Tears spilled freely onto her face, each one an icy slap where the sting would never disappear. So she could watch over him, Rhys said." Remember that little magic love note? My mate. "Rhys. So once more, just as I had at her second trial, I would be her shelter, her guide. It was nothing like the Middengard Wyrm or the puzzle on the wall, but it was by far the worst punishment Feyre would have to endure of them all. Instinctively her legs wrapped around Rhysand who shoved her dress up around her hips. It was horrifying to watch, to feel. My mate. Like being dumped in a pool of acid. He arrives at the Spring Court, and he finds it in ruins. I practically had. Rhysand plunged roughly inside Feyre while placing languid kisses on her neck as Feyre gripped his shoulders tight and bit Rhysands earlobe. - Her fingers skim across his wings. When he pushes her onto the bed his throat emits a growl that makes Feyre pause in anticipation. 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. 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. Often Id come here when I wasnt being kept to Amaranthas bedside just to find a brief reprieve amid the chaos, a masochistic reminder that though I could not throw myself into the mountains off the balcony and fly, the ability to do so was still possible. 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 blanket of shadows rests over them and Feyre finds comfort as her mates powers fill the entire bedroom. 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. Feyre!" Her eyes snapped open as a groan left her mouth immediately. This ones taken from Chapter 37 of ACOTAR when Rhys heals Feyres arm and makes the bargain with her to visit him in the Night Court. Also, its getting late for me and I tried to edit, but Im sensing the typos may be overflowing with this one. Dont pretend you care, human. Basically the story Ive always wanted to write about Tamlin getting tag-teamed by Feyre and Rhysand. Feyre relaxes into the touch and sighs as Rhysand places a kiss to the top of her head. . 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 . Hi ! (And the Inner Circle knows better than to disturb them on these days ever since Mor barged in their front door to ask Feyre a question and heard her cousin roar loud enough in the throes of pleasure that Mor was slightly concerned that he would shatter the windows of the townhouse.). He will go silently. by Feyrhys_Archeron 362K 9.9K 54 Realizing the jeers of her subjects were no longer available to her to torment Feyre, she pressed on with her mockery instead. 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 house trembled under the weight and power of Rhysand thrusts and Feyres pleased sighs. @the-bookish-soul here is your request! 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. "Fey-ruh." Rhys enunciated, adding a little whine to it. My mate. 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. Cute and fluffy oneshot that tells the story of how Rhys asked Feyre to paint her self-portrait for him. I love you, Feyre darling. A small, but powerful fragment of my heart wholly devoted to her. Anything to ensure Feyre wouldnt die alone, would never have to feel such torment again. <3], Feyre Makes the Bargain with Rhys (Rhys POV), ACOMAF Part 1: The House of Beasts Chapters 1-13 (Rhys POV). And they eventually worked their way back to the bedroombut not before stopping against a few more walls on the way there! Amarantha sat poised on the throne calling Feyre on with praise. My mate. 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. Feysand Pregnancy Fic - Shadowsinging Sunshine And then I would know if Feyre was strong enough to figure it out. Feysand Week #3 - Jealousy Over Dinner Here's my fic for day 3, the prompt was jealousy. It was too much, too heavy on her heart. And so it was with one last lingering look to ensure I wasnt dreaming, to see she was indeed alive and would be okay, that I took a step back and disappeared for the night, allowing every manner of emotion from the last fifty years until now to consume me. # 5. 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. Injured Headcanon: When Feyre is injured she grits her teeth and survival instincts kick in. feyrhys fanfiction The weight of him between her legs has Feyre arching upward for more contact. My voice was flat, hardly even a question as the lord looked me over once and spat directly at my feet. Rhys? Cassian said, dragging my attention down to my hands. She had chosen a small piece of me and I clung to it, my only salvation in death. The walls of the prison were stiff and dark making it difficult to see and understand. The mountains of the Illyrian Steppes wrought a chill through my bones I hadnt felt in years. What will it be, Feyre?. - Feyre grips the sheets. The party was nothing unusual, but Feyre by my side was. My Fanfiction | Birth and Bloodletting: A Feysand Pregnancy Its then - and only then - when he finally indulges in the sweet taste of her by running his tongue at her entrance. So, I vaguely heard Amarantha say. Includes their prison cell encounter afterwards. This ones for you! But he could rectify that now, could give her the courage she needed to stand up and defeat Amarantha at last. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Thanking him for being there when she needed him through the worst and best times of her life. 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. Im sorry, she sobbed to the girl still wrestling with her thoughts as to whether or not she could do it. It just has so much complexity and the original is so perfect, I didnt want to disturb it. Free them! called a second voice. 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. But there is an unseen threat. 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. It was beyond torture. Both Rhysand and Feyre cry due to their nightmares. Morrigan was rapturous. 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. Watching Feyre enter the throne room for her final trial was a challenge. I felt Feyres heart sink further and further into that pit of despair with each new word of torture Amarantha gave. I didnt hear the words she spoke to Feyre. "My Tumblr Join my discord. 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. +11 more. Though one time Feyre wrote an extremely provocative note to Rhysand that resulted in the Slytherin almost ruining his potion during class! Cauldron damn us all, shed done it! 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. I take NO CREDIT for the dialogue or ideas behind this scene. She will fight with everything she is in order to get back home. Famine and drought spread across the land. Youll be lucky, my darling, if we even have enough left of you to burn, she said and again, no one called out. And if I want a taste now High Lord? Feyre didnt specify when I had to free them - just that I had to. Because I wouldnt want to die alone, I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. These primal encounters never changed even if I spent the hours flying faster towards them hoping they would. Back and forth Tamlin and Amarantha argued, Tamlin trying to steer her off course and away from Feyre, Amarantha having none of it. 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. They needed little-to-no coercing. - They even have a magical note that enables them to write to each other in their classes without the professors being aware. My mate. *Houses based on this post where Sarah J Maas states which house her characters belong in*. 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. One hundred sixty eight hours. feysand. I didnt care that it was Tamlin whom Feyre loved. It was plain as day when Id visited his manor in the Spring Court and found her glamoured from sight. "Aw, man," Az said, his hands clenching to form an emotional fist as he looked from Rhys and back to me. Together they greet their son and introduce him to the rest of his family who is more than eager to say hello. I glanced down the stairs to where I could still see the prone form of the faerie and the stumps of his wings. You are no longer a fae with a human heart, but a human with a fae heart. Bonus: On anniversarys or birthdays they stay home for the entire day to enjoy each others company. - Rhysand waits for Feyre to explain her nightmare and continues to rub her back as she describes the dreadful dream. - Feyre and Rhysands first kiss is under the stars that night. Identify and quantify individual HCPs - by new revolutionizing mass spectrometry technology. Pain consumed me as I watched Amarantha torture her. Feysand fanfic by Everything4books 216K 2.4K 40 Completed~Life after the war was not the same for anyone, especially the inner circle. Proceed, Feyre, dear. - She paints all sorts of magical creatures that she never saw in the muggle world. Explore My mate. Below is Chapters 1-4 of ACOMAF in Rhyss POV and above are the links to those same chapters plus the rest on AO3. Without a doubt, ^this one. She groaned, rolling over and bringing the pillow over her head. A lick on a wing. Thank you anon for your kind words and here is your Feysand HC! Mates. And the moment she is hurt Rhysand is immediately on the defensive. 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! Enjoy. I honestly wasnt planning on writing this one until someone asked for it. She must choose between the life she has always wanted and protecting the people she serves and her parent's legacies. It's not on the prompt list but will you please do a hc for Feysand in which Feyre has a nightmare? *wink wink*. My mate. A theif from the day courtA prince from the Night CourtThe two somehow find eachother when they need them the most. Feyre! I screamed once more, picking myself up and running to Tamlin where the ash knife had fallen. Three prisoners with bags to cover their faces were led out into the center of the room to stand in front of Feyre. 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. Her paintings sell out quickly too all sorts of wizards and witches.