Feyre Archeron/Rhysand Family Book 1: A Court of Thorns and Roses Book 2: A Court of Mist and Fury Book 3: A Court of Wings and Ruin Post-Book 3.5: A Court of Frost and Starlight Spoilers for Book 4: A Court of Silver Flames Location: Velaris (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Location: Prythian (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Please consider turning it on! He refuses to let her go without a price. Feyre cant keep the image of Rhys out of her head. Inside, a lot of queer people are having a party, hosted by the handsome and compelling Rhysand, dressed in drag. Caelestis knew he'd never get over it because 'it' was the very person who was a part of him. # 1 A Court Of Truths And Trials by Fia 12.3K 341 13 Arya Vierra is Feyre Archeron's best friend. As in you fell in love with all of the characters. Lucien shot out of the room like an arrow, running down the stairs to alert both Tamlin and Rhysand that the child was coming. I thought it was just going to be a oneshot, over and done quickly. Her thighs clenched and she panted when his tongue found its way up along the column of her throat. She must choose between the life she has always wanted and protecting the people she serves and her parent's legacies. Even worse than telling Tamlin, was telling Rhysand that the child might be his. She rubbed a hand over her stomach as the child kicked from within her, as if alerting to her anxious thoughts. Feyre, he warned, and she felt him suppress an emotion, shielding it from her. No one can fix the hole in Caelestis's heart. Rhysand wakes up Feyre slowly on a quiet morning of their happily ever after. Feyre didn't know how Amarantha could get worse than this. Feyre had to make do with the situation, though it was hard. He knew she stole his painting. A decade has passed since their first Winter Solstice together; ten years since they decided they would try for a baby. Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, No Archive Warnings Apply, A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, literarynonsensefics (bubblesandburdensfics), Its pretty much just feysand screaming at each other through a window oops, ive been staring at this fic for too long. I write for any characters you want :). "I'm not sure." On her way home, Feyre meets an old lady. He set the universe on fire yet not once was I burned as I loved all parts of him, even the parts that were broken.". GET A ROOM I'M TRYING TO SLEEP.. Feyre flinched as she heard something shatter. So, when Rhys first arrived, Lucien made sure to steal Feyre away upstairs so that they didn't have to deal with the screaming match downstairs. That is, until the mating bond unexpectedly *snapped* with Azriel. The Fae watch as it ages, and slowly, realize they need to change too. Her perception is that after leaving Under the Mountain, her wedding was never interrupted, and Rhysand never collected on the bargain he struck with her. Feyre rolls her hips into him. The High Lord was sprawled across the bed next to his sleeping wife, violet eyes dark as he took in the sight before him. He kisses Feyre for the first time, but he has to be in character. I don't.. You can come home anytime, darling. Or is it? I died. Chapter One - Feyre gets fucked by everyones favourite Illyrians whilst Rhys watches. Feyre called from the table, giving Rhys a pointed look. Feyre explores her sexuality - and chaos ensues. If anyone should be afraid its you, pirate.. Words: 1,711. . Nesta and Cassian have been mated for four years and are anxiously awaiting the arrival of their babe. A Feyre x Rhysand Fan Fiction Fanfiction. A one-shot, slice-of-life look at what prosperity would look like in the chaos of the Night Court's friend circle. That ten min 18+ only. First Time Headcanon Find it here! She wasn't sure what she looked like, but knew that it could not be anything pleasant. Of course, it only made sense that he was upset. And shes going to take it. "Does it?" Feyre slips her fingers into Rhysand's waistband and drags her nails along the sensitive skin on his hip. After being held captive by the wicked Amarantha during the human wars, and watching her die on the battlefield against Jurian, Rhysand needs to get away. He's excited to welcome them into his home for the unveiling of his new project - the man he sculpted to be scientifically hot. Taking a deep breath to still myself, I decide I am going to be brave. This is set after ACOWAR. He showed no emotion and his eyes could pierce through wall. What is fiction, and what is reality? It had just been a silly way for Mor to give her a laugh during a tough week. And boy, does she have a thing for wings. I tried to retain some of SJM's writing style to make it extra authentic. But, with Feyre, who has the powers of all. Seventeen years after the king attacked her family, Nova Gwyneth, daughter of Cassian and Nesta is coming of age and preparing for her first mission as a Night Court lady. [smut in the second chapter]. tumblr prompt: I saw this on Twitter and I can't stop imagining it, so I thought I'd send it to you In case you feel some inspiration you could do a one-shot (Imagine rhysand calls the emissary from some territory to his office to fix some things but the emissary got interested in him and thinks uhu let's be alone now, then she goes into the office and sees the huge painting of rhysand's wife staring at her), "To her I am the storm, As I fall for her in all ways possible. This is a journey of healing, love, acceptance, and finding your place in the world. But with Feyre as Janet, Tamlin as Brad, Rhysand as Dr. Frank-N-Furter, and all the rest. Their nightmares come true as their loved ones are hurt - the thing they have both fought to avoid. And it works until a certain other High Lord tries to steal documents she's after. She is still bonded to the Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court and obligated to spend one week of every month with him. the faerie at her left said, poised over her child - her daughter - ready to take her to be cleaned and clothed. He's excited to welcome them into his home for the unveiling of his new project - the man he sculpted to be scientifically hot. With different choices by different characters having a domino effect. See what Feyre was up the days preceding the b Cassian knew he would never forget the moment Ikaria stepped into that tavern. Odette has never known the outside world, having only seen it from her window. I felt her then at the call of my name - finally. Az will be gentle at first, Rhys murmurs from his seat across the birchin. Feyre, Rhysand and the Inner Circle find out about another world. With their people starving, Lucien is sent to convince Tamlin to perform the upcoming ritual to save countless lives. The second the words were out of Mor's lips, Az's face lit up like the stars. Feyre moaned as he gently rolled a peaked nipple between two fingers. That killed me. Rhysand. That place. Feyre moans around Cassians dick, thighs trembling as she shudders, the walls of her cunt fluttering around Azriels length as yet another orgasm sweeps through her. So I'm going to have fun getting into the depths on this! She remembered the events of several months ago, when she had conceived the child. Not even the Mother would have know that the loud, cheerful, human bard would barge her way into the heart of the grumbling, trickster, fae heir of the autumn court. He kissed her hard and thrust into her again and again and again. She didn't have enough energy to actually speak through the pain, but she let all of the energy she had channel into her magic, her own, strange shadows propelling into the air between them to separate the two of them, as they were face to face now. They often talk to each other by shouting through it at the randomest times- usually in the odd hours of the morning to everyone else's dismay- and sometimes each conversation is stranger or more random than the last. 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. She hadn't even bothered to wetten the cloth. What if Mor leaves, and a night of debaucherous filth between Feyre and the batboys ensues. Elain is a college Junior majoring in Plant Science, trying to get her life together.She has the grades, she has the boy, and she has her sisters.Little does she know that Feyre's controlling boyfriend will mix up all of their lives. Raised in a brutal Illyrian war camp, Fallon had long ago accepted what the rest of her life would be like. When fate finally brings Azriel into her life after nearly 500 years, Kia struggles to maintain the boundaries between her duties to the Guild of Assassins and her spiralling feelings for the Illyrian Spymaster. He arrives at the Spring Court, and he finds it in ruins. Feyre was still mentally scoffing at the idea of having two sitting rooms and one of them being formal.. but managed to relax away from the rowdy teenagers downstairs, who were playing beer pong and doing other stuff that Feyre really did not care for. He has taken her to be his bride but not only his. This particular piece will be about when Feyre finds out about the baby. Hiding her feelings comes easy to Cyra, as she's been in hiding her whole life as a rare Seraphine. Chapters 41-51 of ACOMAF from Rhysand's POV. Feyre and Seren gave him a warning glance but Bellard only nodded. Please consider turning it on! Staying up at the House of Wind can be fun with Inner Circle but spending time with Rhysand in the town house alonesounds like a much better idea. "I need to be alone right now." Feyre gripped the ends of the shirt, which barely reached mid-thigh, before she made her decision. And they will remain as one, till they fade away with. Navigating conspiracies, assassination plots, an evil immortal, feelings, and visions from both the past and future. The Illyrian, naked as the day hed been born, stood in the doorway of the bedroom Rhysand shared with Feyre, clearly unbothered at the idea of being seen. It gets steamy. Language: English. ", "You know, I once asked him if he was am artist because they create. That was nearly ten years ago.------An acotar rewrite fic where reader is Feyre that is 100% self-indulgent and inspired by the Twilight reimagined fics that are consuming me lol. The war with Hybern is over, but new threats now endanger Azriel's Court. She was afraid, yes, but there was more, she was bracing herself for a fight. Bite me? Rhys and Feyre are spending time relaxing with Cassian and Azriel. Fluff and Smut. Hes right of course, and she can feel his smugness across the bond but she all she can think about are the hands on her body, the two Illyrian males using her for their pleasure and the weight of her mates gaze as he watched their friends - his brothers - take her, to even think up a scornful response. Feyre is left behind to pick up the pieces, and even years later, she is still haunted by memories. His inner circle crashes their brief landing in Rhys's townhouse, sending Feyre upstairs. When Feyre was taken in Prythian, Eilenir was left alone. Unfortunately, Elain loses control of the game in the midst of the Night Court's squabbling, and the resulting chaos leads to quite a show for Nesta. He's excited to welcome them into his home for the unveiling of his new project - the man he sculpted to be scientifically hot.