The answer is so lovely., Amarantha turned deliciously to Tamlin. happiness. Cauldron damn us all, shed done it! I take NO CREDIT for the dialogue or ideas behind this scene. Taken from Chapter 39 of ACOTAR. BUT. She would be okay. My scream shattered the air as I watched lightning reach out from Amarantha and strike Feyre down, my happiness going with it. In a last attempt to save Feyre and the baby, Madja created an incision in Feyre's stomach to surgically remove the child. Even as the crowd began to stir seeming to realize they were mere seconds from freedom, Amarantha looked giddy with delight. My mate. 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. Create an account to follow your favorite communities and start taking part in conversations. 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. Perhaps one day, even the work wouldnt be a battlement to keep the memories out. Just drop a comment somewhere and Ill find ya. 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. Feyre painted clusters of icicles drooping down the sides of the threshold. But like, guys. At least this way he could flaunt her about and make amarantha get bored of her by seeing her every night. Manage all your favorite fandoms in one place! I gave her only the barest facts. The party was lively and the food flowed abundantly across the tables. How could he sit there even now and offer her nothing? He had given her everything Tamlin had failed to. You can send us whole pages, small snippets or just small information about the plot (or not that plot-relevant). She hadnt even bothered to turn around to face me. I hated her so much for twisting the dagger into Feyre so much further than was necessary. Pity. Rhys is still fucking impossibly perfect to actually DRAW. He was well beloved by all and loved his people in equal measure just as fiercely. Her convictions would not let her and I could feel how much it crippled her very soul to even consider the possibility.
I really wanted to see that conversation. Chapters 43-45 of ACOTAR where Feyre completes her third trial, solves the riddle, dies, and is resurrected by the seven High Lords, all from the POV of a miserable Rhysand. Its not super polished and is mostly just for funzies because I like medieval stuff with knights and ladies and I think a King Rhysand with Cass & Azriel as knights would be hot. My match. I had promised Feyre honesty after the Weaver and the Attor. 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. She finds that the arrows were poisoned and tries to help Rhys by catching the Suriel. Chapters 43-45 of ACOTAR where Feyre completes her third trial, solves the riddle, dies, and is resurrected by the seven High Lords, all from the POV of a miserable Rhysand. Feyre is there, never too far away from her High Lord as they both fight and fight and fight. 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. :) Hopefully, I can write the other trials and maybe a special prison visit soon too. The spell would be broken. Her future doesn't seem listless or empty anymore. . I yanked on the bond, desperate for anything - something with which to save her.
Nice touch. 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. Those belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas. As always, the dialogue and scenes belong to Sarah J. Maas and I take zero credit for them. Feyre was breaking in the dungeon. The words form on his lips, but refuse to expel. Cauldron boil me, seeing her crowned with a diadem that matched mine and dressed like a queen of the Night Court had been one thing, but to see her face the disdain of her own kind without flinching and plead for peace by my side had been more than right. And bringing her to the Court of Nightmares would only make that worse. Feyre looked at him, her face hopeful and already broken by what she knew was inevitably coming. Arent you having fun?.
Nyx | A Court of Thorns and Roses Wiki | Fandom tip: "sherlock (tv)" m/m NOT "sherlock holmes/john watson", 1. My mate. I had lived like that for so long Under the Mountain that it had been easy to be the cruel. My hands clenched with hatred. Butpresents. Ill probably do something outrageous and idiotic, like throw you over my shoulder or sit you on my lap. I almost wondered if Amarantha was silently asking herself that very same question as few in the room laughed. My mate. At first, it was agonizing. Instead of watching Feyre as she plunged the dagger into the heart of the female fae, my mind tracked Amarantha, how happy she looked. 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. The girl who had saved my soul when I had nothing left to keep me dreaming. And Feyre is aware of the last words he had wanted to say to her. and our Amren's eyes were painted above the threshold to the bedroom hallway. Nothing unusual, as we were both busy to the point of exhaustion these days. I can wash them, I said by way of greeting. What the boss said! She also painted the Inner Circle. But for now: Solstice. It's at the cabin that Feyre envisions the future she sees for herself. . The opposite of the enormous, wild, days-long party Id been subjected to last year. I was happier than Id been in years. wanted What will it be, Feyre?. This is the real answer, and the answer for 90% of the weird unexplainable character shit in the books imo. And my father didnt particularly care if his cousins used their offspring as breeding stock., The words poured out of me. Yes. His tan face paled. At their wedding she hopes for someone to rescue her. I flew at Amarantha and was met with her shields, blown back by such force of her power. And Id have to find a way to live with the rest of it. He does it to protect the lands of his friend and high lord, Yet you witnessed all that he did Under the Mountain, and still spread your legs for him. And dont worry, you wont destroy our anticipation or reading fun (because otherwise, we wouldnt ask for spoiler). as well as I still felt it, that hollowness in my chest where the bond had been, where he had been. They will all be fixated with you so that they can collect information and sell it to the highest bidder., She nodded slowly and chewed on her lower lip. As if this were the sole place where they might all come and not be anyone but themselves, a family. All spoilers on this blog will be tagged with #acowar spoiler and put under a keep reading button (they also get a caution spoiler headline). But she had fought for me. I felt Feyres spirit lift ever so slightly at the notice that the court was in her favor today. I still saw that moment, in my sleeping and waking dreams. The words were right there on the edge of my tongue, but I bit them back. Feyre stood in the middle of the cramped room surrounded on all sides by Amarantha and her filth like a pack of rabid wolves waiting to be unleashed. It seemed Winter now wanted to play. And it wasnt a concern for dear Jurian when he butchered my sister. Like being dumped in a pool of acid. When the floor quaked and Feyre began to sink ever lower into the ground, I was nervous with anticipation and questions. Im sorry - Im sorry for what I said about Clythia all those years ago. Blood dripped from her hand as she wept and somewhere in the crowd, a woman wailed.
Is there a list of what page/chapter/book all the smut scenes - reddit My soul emptied out onto the marble floor where it mixed with her death and I felt her thoughts disappear causing me to roar and thrash. My mate. In its place was the true cunning, unrelenting beast she really was.
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Please show some mercy upon the spoiler loving part of this fandom and send us some spoilers (no matter what they contain!). All I knew, I felt, could see, could breath, could consume was Feyre. Of course, she had seen me like that before. For other tasks required doing as wellboth in Velaris and beyond it: in the Illyrian Mountains, in the Hewn City, in the vastness of the entire Night Court. But I did not want it to happen like this. But I will say once I realized the repercussions of him not doing it would mean he would have zero control over what happened to her under the mountain. He looked up at her eyes as if she were there in the roomas if her face held the answer. Not one of them had dared to touch her then, and they wouldnt now, but I had seen their eyes on her. 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. She squeezed my hand a little tighter. There is a small dining table between the kitchen and living area. He hadn't dared heal more than the worst of the lacerations, knowing that Lucien would suffer at least twenty more lashes if he was suspected of disobeying Amarantha's order to leave the gashes untended. He will not cry out. I hope you guys arent getting sick of these Rhys POVs because I cant seem to stop writing them lol. The rest of the Inner Circle dont know. He's last seen sleeping peacefully in her arms. My mate. The room stilled. The house has been spelled to take care of the needs of anyone inside, doing things like filling the tub, changing the sheets on the bed, etc, they just need to wish or speak for things and it'll be done.[1]. She won, someone said from the crowd, the crowd that was now abuzz with murmurs and squeals and delight. This is my first time making this kind of mashup - and it shows - but I wanted to try it out. Mor could tell Feyre the rest, if and when she decided to. With a whole new type of project. My mate. Perhaps when youre dead. Please, the male faerie begged. It was the least I could do. . Much like he had no choice in being Amaranthas wh*re while he was there. There is nothing around for as far as the eye can see. I think in part it's because the wine made her forget everything so she wouldn't have to suffer the horrors of Under The Mountain, and I think he made her dance to really sell his "despicable, horrid, High Lord of all things dark and deathly" faade. She wasnt going to. I wanted to touch her and hold her and kiss her because she wanted me to and I certainly didnt want to do any of that with an audience. Sorry if its worse than usual! Many came to claim him, but nowhere yet had he found a suitor his equal in wit and charm. Tell me exactly what to expect from you and Ill tell you if theres anything that I cant stand the thought of you doing.. To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered The pain is like a thousand knifes thrusting into him at once. Next to Amarantha, the Attor unwrapped himself from his disguise with glee. Im still shocked I really shipped moriel:((((((. Shed defeated Amarantha, survived Under the Mountain. A way of lording over us all the fact that she could celebrate our powers at her disposal whenever she so pleased. 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. Inside, a lot of queer people are having a party, hosted by the handsome and compelling Rhysand, dressed in drag. Thanks for doing this :) Tell us about the Hybern twins please!! I brought Mor to the Illyrian camp for a few days. He did what he thought would keep her safe but he was also acting his part too. It didnt. My Tumblr will remain here so that any fics people might have saved are still accessible and currently, my master list on the sidebar is updated. @therealsjmaas #rhysand #rhysweek #rhysweek22 #highlord #highlordofthenightcourt #velaris, | Xena Fay (@xena.fay) Instagram photos and videos, Julia JM | Illustrator on Instagram: "~kiss meme Azriel and Gwyneth Berdara! In whatever way I can.. . She was protecting herself, crossing her arms over her chest like she could shield her heart from the pain of being pushed aside. Yet even the festive atmosphere cant keep the shadows of the past from looming.
The role you will have to play is not a pleasant one, I began. As Feyre navigates her first Winter Solstice as High Lady, she finds that those dearest to her have more wounds than she anticipated scars that will have far-reaching impact on the future of their Court.. The window was framed with Mor's hair. Seated at the long cherrywood dining table at the town house, I frowned at the whirling snow beyond the leaded glass windows. The mating bond had been pressing on me more and more lately. Summary: Feyre and Rhys visit the Court of Nightmares, along with the rest of the dream squad + Nesta, where Rhys introduces the Court of Nightmares to Feyre as their High Lady.