- Feyres hand slides up and down Rhysands thigh underneath the dinner table. The emotion I felt flood her mind when I sent her the mental message letting her know to expect me shortly was comforting. Tamlin would be waiting and then our fate would be in the hands of this small human girl none of us knew. Realizing the jeers of her subjects were no longer available to her to torment Feyre, she pressed on with her mockery instead. Feysand Pregnancy Fic - Shadowsinging Sunshine We flew for most of the day, listening to wherever the shadows at my brothers back directed us, until at last the sun began to set and we landed in a small clearing between the trees. Who knows what could happen! This whole passage just undoes me and that line in particular, that he would die with her so shes not alone, so shes with her mate regardless of himself - slaughter me now, it does things to me. Determined not to inflate Rhysands ego as he works his magic with his tongue. They were close. My mate. Pregnancy/Birth Headcanon Find it here! I could feel every single heart beating as we waited for Feyre to make her decision, the one that would decide our collective fates. - Rhysand lifts Feyre up so that her legs wrap around him and her center is pressed against his already hardened member. He is beyond worried that her nightmares have returned in such a force that is reminiscent to the weeks immediately following Amaranthas reign of terror. A lick on a wing. I take NO CREDIT for the dialogue or ideas behind this scene. And I reached for her in my hideous joy knowing I was far away and Tamlin was closer, but I didnt care. You have to tell me what's wrong." And she loved him. If Feyre was going to die, I would die with her and I would take down Amarantha in the process. - For once Feyre feels as though she belongs. If you're still doing the number and character/ship thing 14 Feysand. Rhysand plunged roughly inside Feyre while placing languid kisses on her neck as Feyre gripped his shoulders tight and bit Rhysands earlobe. Petty disagreements over territory, among other things, wasnt something I could deal with in the middle of a shift that sought to overthrow the entirety of Prythian. She groaned, rolling over and bringing the pillow over her head. Your mortal heart is nothing to us, Amarantha said. When both are dressed and ready for the day they eat breakfast that is magically prepared for them since they are far from the best cooks in the court, much to the amusement of the Inner Circle since this goes to show that the most powerful High Lord and High Lady of Prythian cant even cook a meal without almost burning it to a crisp.
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