aka follow the inner court's children as they take over from their parents. What turns them onHeadcanon Find it here! My mate. I cant imagine we will get a POV from Rhys or Feyre during this book, but instead possibly be mentioned here and there. Go ahead." And with that, he slammed the door in her face Feyre had stopped knocking on their bedroom door after trying for an hour. All I could see and feel was Feyre. He will die for this. Cauldron damn us all, shed done it! My mate. 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. Im sorry, she sobbed to the girl still wrestling with her thoughts as to whether or not she could do it. "Rhys. Those belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. - Eventually Amren calls them out at dinner and tells them just to get home already since everyone else at the table would like to eat. In its place was the true cunning, unrelenting beast she really was. I love you writing btw!! - Her fingers skim across his wings. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Very good, Amarantha said. Such a steep price to pay for her. It curled and caressed my mind from deep within, but I was quickly drowning losing hold of it as pain wracked my body in Amaranthas wake. Feyre then explains what happened in her nightmare. Shed won and it was all I could ever ask for for her. A curse sprang from my mouth. "Fey-ruh." Rhys enunciated, adding a little whine to it. He was to be sacrificed to an ancient monster, a Witch who ruled the highest peak of the Night Court. UndressingHeadcanon: One ofRhysands favorite pastimes is ridding his mate of her clothes one piece at a time. But she had fought for me. For Rhysand the his dark shadows curl up around him on instinct and fill the room in pitch black nothingness. They belong to Sarah J. Maas. It carried onto her hands - her poor, stuttering hands that plunged themselves upon the fae woman singing herself into deaths waiting arms. And when the last of the fibers were woven together, the answer stood before her fully formed and joy sprang into my heart. Something wrong? Amarantha asked sweetly, feigning confusion. Id deal with my cousins scorn at being cut short after fifty years of waiting later. Agonizing. Feyre quickly senses something wrong in her sleep and will wake Rhysand while wiping away his tears. But not until tomorrow. 'Rhys' she replied. I wonder if it will be worse to fail now - when you are so close.. 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. Feyre had thought it had been long enough since she'd broken off her engagement with Tamlin that it wouldn't come up. No one knows, I replied. # 1 Feysand With Child by Nienketjeuh 10.2K 113 7 This is a fanfiction about Feyre and Rhys their child innercircle fanfiction feyre +11 more # 2 Feysand Pregnancy by mruczek191919 9.7K 93 39 ACOTAR fanfiction Forsy fe chapter are bad write but please get me a chance to make better fanfiction azriel feysandpregnant +9 more # 3 Roughly. Though one time Feyre wrote an extremely provocative note to Rhysand that resulted in the Slytherin almost ruining his potion during class! 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. You assumed that when I said instantaneous freedom regarding the riddle, it applied to the trials, too, didnt you? Thank you so much! So he pretends to fight on the evil kings side, seemingly killing in his name. The spell would be broken. Instantly, she cried and began to shake, and Amarantha swooped in with her despicable gallantry. Of course, Ill take your life in exchange, but a bargains a bargain, is it not? Because right now they have moreimportant matters to attend to. 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. 300 pages January 20, 2022 Starset. Sorry if its worse than usual! But it will be okay because she will live and love and her life will continue. He tells his mate - his dearest friend - that he will always be by her side. Rhysand laughs at this and claims that at least his son will have his mothers charm to get him out of trouble!) 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. Rhysand plunged roughly inside Feyre while placing languid kisses on her neck as Feyre gripped his shoulders tight and bit Rhysands earlobe. And both of themFeyre and Rhysandwill never forget the High Lord who had realized his mistakes. His actions to have me spare her proved his ardent love for Feyre. 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. 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. (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.). But not today. A Court of Thorns and Roses Series | Adventure Romance Acotar Feyre Azriel Rhysand Fantasy. - She paints all sorts of magical creatures that she never saw in the muggle world. No, not fought, but begged. 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. - Feyre and Rhysands first kiss is under the stars that night. Im sorry - Im sorry for what I said about Clythia all those years ago. My mate. (And now I cant get that image out of my head!). And I had to switch up 12 since they already had their officialfirst time, but I think the alternative provided below will appease you! My mate. 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. line. But now she needs to face the class that brought out the worst in Tamlin. And just as I was about to give in, to drown in my distress, a voice broke the spell and the blows ceased. But I could not focus my fury for long. Tbh, Im not a very visual reader, so my physical understanding of the trial was a little hard for me to grasp. I clung to her and felt each bone as Amarantha broke them one by one. Its then - and only then - when he finally indulges in the sweet taste of her by running his tongue at her entrance. For having oppressed her, denied her, refused her. He arrives at the Spring Court, and he finds it in ruins. A glimpse into the wholesome Feysand pregnancy content that we missed out on in acosf. But tensions are rising in Prythian, and with trouble brewing at home and across the continent, there is no worse time for him to find his mate.And she is the worst person he could possibly imagine. His face was definitely the mask of the highlord. Hope ya like! - Feyre also begins to to paint again and her artwork is better than ever. (I didnt even realize how long this became until I was about to post it! They also close of their minds, because their thoughts are simmering with rage that threatens to boil over. Red splattered in harsh contrast against the snow at my feet, large sloppy drops dripping from Truth-Tellers blade. Takes place during Starfall in ACOSF. 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. My mate. A small, but powerful fragment of my heart wholly devoted to her. My own heart was broken for her, the despair I felt drowning out Amaranthas words as she teased Feyre further with her dilemma. It was horrifying to watch, to feel. Hi ! Bite me? Love, Feyre choked. But he could rectify that now, could give her the courage she needed to stand up and defeat Amarantha at last. Just as Rhysand and the Inner Circle helped her in her greatest time of need. He had given her everything Tamlin had failed to. 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. In a change of events, Feyre kil. 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. 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. 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. - He cloaks the room in absolute darkness. - By the time she finishes Feyre feels far better than she did minutes ago when in the clutches of her frightening slumber. "My Tumblr Join my discord. At the mate whose back was to her. 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. My match. Her shield was cracking because she was dying, slipping further and further away with each passing breath. And then I would know if Feyre was strong enough to figure it out. 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. The only way to convince herself it was worth it no matter what it might cost her later. Feyre relaxes into the touch and sighs as Rhysand places a kiss to the top of her head. Oh, dont look so miserable, Feyre. -Everyone was dead, Feyre pants out. Also, its getting late for me and I tried to edit, but Im sensing the typos may be overflowing with this one. After transferring across Prythian to a new campus to escape her abusive ex, Feyre Archeron finds a new life. And Tamlin knows about it. Ten thousand eighty minutes. And never once did our gaze break in those few seconds as I knew I loved her more than anything. Your walls were up and I couldnt reach you - I thought you were taken from me. Her boyfriend is involved in shady business, and the more Feyre learns about it, the more it affects their life together. - Feyre and Rhysand become a powerful couple. After the war with Hybern no one shows up for the Calanmai ritual. 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. So happy to be writing fic again after a long week off! I knew what was coming. Feyre rid Rhysand of his shirt and just finished unbuttoning his pants when she suddenly found herself lifted up and pressed against the wall. Taste her. Dont pretend you care, human. Like the shadows and darkness that make up his powers as he leans down to whisper in her ear. Surely that had to count for something? Thank you anon for your kind words and here is your Feysand HC! 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. It was a weapon that was sure to bring down Feyre, and in turn, bring down Rhysand as well. Chapter 18. slow-burn. Tell me about yourself." Rhys demanded. It broke me at last. Her clothes were soaked from merely one kill that shouldnt have garnered that much evidence of her deeds. I take NO CREDIT for the dialogue or ideas behind this scene. "Feyre. Shadowsinging Sunshine. 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. Kill him for all our sakes despite not knowing any of us or loving us the way she did him. Feyre then makes the fae powered work of art shoot stars across the room similar to Starfall. More than fine now that he is here, because she wants to apologize for their fight. But her mate does. 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 . It wasnt right. There had to be a way out of this. - Rhysand lifts Feyre up so that her legs wrap around him and her center is pressed against his already hardened member. An offering of second chances. 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. And Feyre is aware of the last words he had wanted to say to her. Please.. That is until a comm . Awkward Moment Headcanon: Rhysand was never one to get embarrased easily. 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. The painters hands in her tiny cabin home swirling scenes of starlight. All I knew, I felt, could see, could breath, could consume was Feyre. 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. Our poor son is going to be teased so much.". Wed been inside this prison countless times before and always we failed to get out alive. Somehow, it was a thousand times worse than hearing her neck snap against her will. She had given him everything and he had basically shoved her into Rhysands arms. *Houses based on this post where Sarah J Maas states which house her characters belong in*. My mate. Theyre innocent - not that it should matter to you since it wasnt a concern the day you killed Tamlins poor sentinel. Feyre is beyond happy and tears are welling in her eyes as she gives Rhysand the news. 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. She thrives amid the magic and is determined to help others. 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. Was this a dream? He refuses to give anyone that satisfaction. 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. My mate. They even become the most well-known Head Boy and Head Girl of their time. 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. That there had been nothing between them. So why?. My voice was flat, hardly even a question as the lord looked me over once and spat directly at my feet. A confrontation. 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. Inhaling the scent of his mate and making sure she is safe. And I reached for her in my hideous joy knowing I was far away and Tamlin was closer, but I didnt care. And then, just when I thought she had nothing left to give, her heart was so mangled and glazed over with disease and death, the most wonderful thing happened. Mates. I hope you guys arent getting sick of these Rhys POVs because I cant seem to stop writing them lol. The huntress in the woods aching to save the family who resented her. There is nothing she can do, but watch as he looks up with pleading eyes until he falls to the ground staring emptily at her as death claims him, - It is then that she roars to the sky. Alto lord y lady de la corte de los sueos. She bid Feyre a curt good morning, set the tray on a small table by the window, and disappeared into the attached bathing chambers. I almost didnt believe this was all happening until I was standing there waiting for her to be led out. They were close. When Feyre and Rhysand tuck their son into bed, they read him a story each night without fail. Thanks anon! I swallowed. +11 more. Feyre did too, I could feel it. During this the Slytherin is a relentless flirt, but Feyre makes sure to tease him back as well. Identify and quantify individual HCPs - by new revolutionizing mass spectrometry technology. 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. So, I vaguely heard Amarantha say. Send a ship/character and a number for a headcanon! - But then his hand pins her wrists down. Rhys nods and breaks the door open. Icon: @feysanded. Watching Feyre enter the throne room for her final trial was a challenge. - His fingers are running through her hair at this point. Rhysand rushes to Feyre and for a moment the High Lady believes something terrible has happened at their court. ACOMAF. And mercifully, she was there. When the floor quaked and Feyre began to sink ever lower into the ground, I was nervous with anticipation and questions. An exquisite gash ran down the center of his cheek. And if I want a taste now High Lord? - After a couple of practices Feyre becomes an efficient flier and leads Hufflepuff on a winning streak. 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. Even going so far as to sacrifice herself if the need arises. Such as spending the whole evening orgasming the night away. Please.. - That night they tease each other so much with their touches. - Azriel, one of Rhysands closest friends, teaches Feyre how to fly on a broomstick. -Their clothes frantically fall to the floor as their hands roam each other. Was researching last night and thought this passage from ACOTAR after Feyre sits with the faerie who dies after losing his wings was a great compliment to Rhyss quote: Feyre, [Tamlin] said - softly enough that I faced him again. But that all changes when Azriel somehowfinds an old photograph book containing an a large quantity of baby pictures. (We also accept donations year-round, so you are able to donate whenever is convenient for you.). 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. But as of today, all asks and notifications are being turned off and Im logging out with no plans to return in the near future. Celebrations, she liked to call them. Who knows what could happen! Ash's new friend and protector. :) Hopefully, I can write the other trials and maybe a special prison visit soon too. My mate. That is until she goes on summer vacation to Rhysands house where she finds that the halls are lined with her paintings. Feyre is there, never too far away from her High Lord as they both fight and fight and fight. All dialogue and ideas behind the scenes belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. Her paintings sell out quickly too all sorts of wizards and witches. Feysand fanfic by Everything4books 216K 2.4K 40 Completed~Life after the war was not the same for anyone, especially the inner circle. Pregnancy/Birth Headcanon Find it here! Just," Rhys paused, taking a deep breathe in, "Just leave me ALONE. We were free at long last never to be hurt by Amarantha again. Youre just as bad as these human beasts. He moves his hips against her once. # 5. It was incredible really. 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. He has known for quite some time, as the King of Hybern had entrusted him with this knowledge. Stop. 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. But Feyre isnt one to let Rhysand have all the fun. Summary: Roughly Chapters 1-4 of ACOMAF from Rhyss POV. He winnows to Feyre and is thinking only of her safety first before he finds the bastards that dared to harm. Rhysand finds her pressed against the wall and brings her into his arms. Without a doubt, ^this one. 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. I couldnt wield that power any longer as I watched Tamlin scoop Feyre up and hold her. 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. @destiny-rainbow-mayflower this was such an adorable HC to write and I had to stop myself from writing even more! Rhysand immediately takes her in his arms and between kisses he thanks her over and over again. My mate. "Feyre," Rhys frantically made his way to her, shaking her arm to wake her up. Their minds were already blank with shock, mine for the taking. By anson dorrance 12 core values. So this was it, then. The light stayed as it was, a barely-there pinprick of her consciousness. Like all the pain and sadness of losing a loved one. The rest of the Mountain had either fled home the second Amaranthas blood was spilt or were resting sound asleep below me. And he feels guilty for having done what he did to Feyre. I loved her. I felt Feyre's disappointment wash over the bond at how weak I was. 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 trick both impresses and helps Rhysand calm down after his nightmare. Thats something everyone deserves, human or faerie.. They talked long enough that I made my way over to them, feeling awkward standing alone. Thanking him for being there when she needed him through the worst and best times of her life. Todays hunt felt restless. 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. And then like a snake striking at its prey, Amaranthas hands wrapped around Feyres neck and twisted and Feyres eyes went blank. Feyre shut her mouth, her head reeling. -I would never deprive my darling Feyre of what she desiresshe just has to have patience.. Feyre, come back to me. I had done so for fifty years, what were five more minutes? Wet stains now. No, no, never -. - Rhysand rubs circles in Feyres back as her hands tremble between their bodies. Pain consumed me as I watched Amarantha torture her. The knife fell from Feyres hand with a soul-shattering crash.