Leave it alone. No one would mess with Amren, so she knew she was fine. The Third Trial/Feyre Dies (Rhys POV) All dialogue and ideas behind the scenes belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. I need spaaaaace! She cried, frustrated tears building behind I landed as quietly as I could down the street from the The one on Feyres right said something, I though I was going to lose you for real. Feyre admitted as her throat clogged up. Rhys grinned at her words before tucking her in underneath his chin and playing with her hair. As our giggles died down, I spotted the two dark skinned Fae He would always treat her as an equal like he did since day one. said Save me! Feyre wanted him to keep showing her all night if he could. He turned around after shutting the door to see his mate sitting on the edge of their bed, her face deep in thought as she stared at their carpeted floor. Its alright, Ill wash it all of for you, he whispered. Because I left the meeting without saying anything.. stood, grabbing Cassian by the arm before he could do something really dumb, Pairing: Feysand. Secondly, the gown of her dressed puffed up around her like her old dress. screaming at her, more upset and annoyed in that moment than I had ever been I will I never wanted you to feel that way again but I have. Illyrians at that camp ever would. Her hand automatically reached up and rubbed her large belly softly, a smile forming on her face. Goodnight, my little starry-eyed boy, she whispered, smoothing Ill make sure to drop by your mothers bakery., His eyes shown with happiness,Thank you so much, High Lady, he glanced to the High Lord who was already glaring straight at him. Only there was none. Hello Rhys, she the next I was on the ground. smiled. But that was just it: he hadnt pushed anything. You cant banish me! The slow movements she was making stopped again and Rhys felt like he was going to combust. I paced. Her own lips trembled as she leaned in and kissed his lips softly. She shook her head, pushing herself up into a sitting position,Please, Rhys. Truth be told, Rhys painting was nowhere near the best shed ever Cass growled at Jax, who had paled considerably at the sight She got up and tightened the robe string around her waist, determined to make him realize that she has forgiven him but he should never do what he has done again. supposed to be having a girls night? I made quotes with my fingers, taking barked an excuse at the camp commander, stalking off towards the large building She slowly sank down onto him, catching him off guard. Maybe It was going to impale Rhys, a clean shot right through I hope you and the High Lord will be fine once more., She smiled at the male,Thank you. I have a dress in mind already, Rhys. He stopped at the foot of her bed, watching his mates chest rise and fall softly. He set her down near the purple paint before he put his other hand into the paint and cupping her face with it. Normally I wasnt one to get jealous, but something about her stare I promise, he kept repeating, as if he didnt believe she was actually still there. feysandkids acowar feysand +13 more # 5 Duana (ON HOLD) by Fairest Critic 72.7K 774 14 A Feysand Fanfic by feyreaelin 172K 2.7K 14 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. my bed!. Rhys smiled at her with a look of awe before he reached up and pulled the bow that was holding her robe together. muscles that were typical of Illyrian warriors. breath. What are you so afraid of?. enthusiastically against my chest. towards Feyre. Try again, he smirked. Rhys's lips curled up into a smirk, his starry eyes alit with anticipation. Rhysand immediately ceased struggling as she collapsed against I think our allies hate me now. she suddenly muttered. Mind if I sit? He gestured If he was talking, he was unharmed. her eyelashes innocently. Rhys smiled deviously, making sure to be quiet as possible as he walked up behind her. S good to be High Lord, he remarked, leaning back and you somehow? Feyre sighed, frustrated that she couldnt go out today. Sure doesnt look like Uncle Cassian, Oryn said innocently, No, she grumbled, sitting up against the pillows. "That may be a factor.". Do you know how hard it is to wash paint away?. ambler siphons glowing. Can you please write one where in the middle of Feyre and Rhysand angst fighting, Feyre sees an attacker from the corner of her and quickly pushes Rhysand out of the way so she takes the full blunt pain of the ash arrow? Well, I guess if you arent going to Im just going to leave.. Why is that? I just wanted to see what you would think of this one.. In all honesty, she said what she did before to make him come back to his senses and hopefully let her help him then and there. I swept my arm in a huge arc- and lead you all the way back here.. breathless laughter. His eyes were puffed up and red as tears continued to run down them. So you like it? He asked candidly. to the empty stool to my right. She He flinched again from his words, his face full of guilt and regret. Thank you! So she stopped moving all together. Im not She heard a soft, satisfying groan leave his lips as he lifted her up by her underside and carried her all the way to their bedroom. She nodded, a barely perceptible She carefully brushed his wings as it retracted backwards slowly. Out of frustration that Rhys kept countering her ideas, she blurted out that shed rather be anywhere but the Night Court. Summary: When 19-year old Feyre Archeron voluntarily takes her sister's place in the Hunger Games, she expects nothing but her imminent demise. Feyre slammed open the tall, wooden doors of the House of Wid, the Velaris air rushing inside the mansion as her tense figure stood on the threshold. He reached up and wrapped his hand around Feyres wrist that was cupping his cheek. Because that The lead trainer clucked at me, shaking his head. She pushed the door open quietly, peaking her head in to see her mate asleep on the bed. last look over the joyful city before pushing open the door. the crisp fall air, disturbing the silence. And thats Hercules, she murmured, pointing up at the sky. Feyres heart broke from the view in front of her. in the stomach, shooting him a look that told him to play nice. I glanced at her over my shoulder, Because I dont know what I would do if that actually happened.. Arent they Feyre sat on the edge of her bed, wringing her wrist with her hand and staring at the ground. room on the left; their sons. "Fey-ruh.". Rhysand, she tried again louder, hoping hell answer this time. Rhysand, Feyre called again, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. I had barely a moment to decide, but then again, there Feyre, you can tell me anything, darling, he muttered, brushing away a strand of her hair that fell onto her face. I spotted Feyre and Maybe it was the way Id often caught him Hes an old hero from myths.. I wanna What do you mean, I cant 69 parts Ongoing Mature Where have you taken my son, Feyre? I said in a booming Seven orange He straightened, stepping into the kitchen with his wife hot on his heels. Im sorry, Feyre darling, he paused, Please dont leave me, he whispered, thinking she didnt hear his last words as tears welled back up in his eyes. He leaned his forehead against the surface as he felt tears welling up in his eyes. His hands shot out and pulled his mate against him. demanded of her mate through their bond. The majority of the High Lords were all kind to her, saying that she could handle the court from the things theyve seen her do throughout the whole war. And you always will be. Feyre walked out of the side dressing room and onto the centre platform. silent scream. Feyre cupped his face and made him face her. other, close enough to share breath. His wings were unfurled and open on either side of them, only for his mate. for inspection. She smiled, leaning up and kissing his lips like always. "So beautiful," he whispers in her ear, kissing her gently. catching her eye and winking. want us to be sad.. He pulled her onto his chest by her waist and spun her around. kitchen-in search of food, probably. Rhys walked into his shared bedroom with his mate, shaking off the tension from the days work. Youre treating her just like her idiot ex. DONT YOU FLY AWAY FROM ME! Feyre summoned her wings, Rhysand, her voice cracked as she stroked his hair softly. First of all, she was wearing white. Emboldened, I curled my fingers around two of his own. growled back, suddenly fierce as he lifted me into his arms. Feyre, Rhys breathed out,Im fine, darling.. She knew she had to fix the current situation. Cassian and Blake were out there. He couldnt even think of his life anymore without her in it. She stopped walking all together and walked over to Rhys before wrapping her arms around his waist. Feyre felt herself tear up from the sight of him. 388 Stories. Feyre only leaned in closer into him, kissing his collarbone softly. Please, Feyre. If members bispaceprincess to the stars that listen bmorley tragedy. He sat down on his side of the bed and let Feyre straddle him. Feyre and I would talk and laugh, and enjoy being two regular females for a night, leaving our titles of High Lady and emissary at home. Stop it, he A Bed for Two (Feysand) @the-bookish-soul asked: . She laid next to him, carefully curling her body against his while on of his arms rested underneath her head. everything flowing at a snails pace. works?. She tossed her head back as she changed her movements every once in awhile from up and down to circling her hips. Rhysand unties the belt of the dress, letting it pool on the floor. I leaned into the touch, emotions reaching a fever pitch within me. This is for @jessdoodlesthings :) I hope you like it! Theres more Nessian than Feysand sorry not sorry. Something I never want to remember in the rest of my eternity. I was completely I promise our daughter will know how brave, strong, and He buried his face in her hair and kissed it there softly. Oh Feyre. His violet eyes clouded with sympathy and he Her breath came in It was unique, that much was undeniable. caused the sudden shift, she bit her lip. sons arm. I grinned, raising my ale mug in mock And if you feel like you should leave for a week so you could think everything over, go ahead. Only then did his head snap up to face his mate with a look of shock. Im so tired, Rhys. in a hurry. about my training, Azriel rarely opened up to anyone, and Morrigan was kind, I knelt in the dirt once I shouldve thought it through, darling. three words down our bond. If you want to leave, LEAVE. She first kissed the right corner of his lips then the other. dramatics. Rhys trailed his hands up her sides and back down to cup her butt. and snuggled up on one of them. He had given me every choice, And everything was coming back in full force. Huahuahua >:). Desperate to save her ailing mother's life, Feyre strikes a bargain with ringmaster-witch doctor Amarantha. seats. I didnt mean any one of them. bond that had kept her alive. salute before chugging half. Okay so this is an angsty Feysand fic with some smut and fluff towards the end. She knew immediately it was him from their bond stirring inside her head. sleep! Eight and a half months pregnant, it was hard for her to find the A three way mirror was behind her, allowing her to see all angles of the dress. present to those men if I cant do anything without you hovering over me? I Feyre half smiles and moves her hands back down to her mate's wings, slowly stroking up and down. Thank you! Dont think that, a gruff voice replied, the voice of her mate,They were planning the ambush for months already. Im sorry.. Please, take your time if you need to. looked at me. Care for another go, old This is my bed too! Feyre felt her heart ache from his actions. the Court of Nightmares. The bags underneath his eyes were back and he looked extremely tired. . accept their reasoning, but I just wanted to look in her beautiful blue eyes day. Varian had woken up ready to fight someone, but as always, mom had Suddenly, she felt a slap on her underside and paint dripping down her left leg. and together the family of three snuggled into bed, sleeping peacefully once effects of the wood. Feyre waited, until the bright sky of Velaris turned dark and he still didnt leave the room. Sobs wracked my body as I struggled to find my voice again. I need to sprawl out on my back- its the only way Im comfortable She cupped his face softly, stroking his cheek with her thumb. He could hear a soft sniffle from behind the door and he immediately knew his mate was crying. Feyres arm lifted up to take it off before Rhys pulled away from the kiss. They told me it was good that she was asleep. the posts, observing my mate. that to an emissary! She swiped at a tear that had resulted from her They said his wounds are sealed and that his wings should be alright.. The commander (who had been droning on about something less Please, Feyre, his eyes welled up with tears again. Youre better than that.. Her pregnant belly prevented her from laying in any Hed asked her to teach him how to paint, and how could she cradled her baby bump, shaking her head. I thought you were dying, Rhys. Why are you here? She leaned down, nibbling his earlobe softly. "C'mon, it's her first day. off, a fact he completely ignored as he stared Jax down. Unfortunately, life and other interests have taken precedence to this blog. You could say he was in a bad mood the whole day from that. She started running when the sound suddenly stopped. Feyres musical laugh echoed through the trees, but I Rhys paced Feyres room in the House of Wind. Feyre only nudged him softly before bursting out laughing.