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Can you believe this was inspired by a Phineas and Ferb episode? I liked seeing him unhinged like this. Feyre Archeron - Works | Archive of Our Own "My Tumblr Join my discord. Eris Vanserra, heir to the high lord of the Autumn Court. The last train leaving from London Marylebone will be at ten past five. Even worse than telling Tamlin, was telling Rhysand that the child might be his. Feyre called from the table, giving Rhys a pointed look. Come with me as I write basically a totally different book starting from the beginning of ACOMAF. Anything is better than what's waiting for her. . Cassian 22. And I'm so so sorry that this is happening. Basically the story Ive always wanted to write about Tamlin getting tag-teamed by Feyre and Rhysand. Rhys chuckled against her core and when his teeth scraped against her sensitive skin, Feyre threw her head back and let out a moan so loud that the neighbors might have heard it. When he meets the enchanting daughter of Terrasens General, he feels like he found a piece of himself that was missing.Note: This story was written before ACoSF, so Nyx doesnt exist in this one.Updates on Thursdays. But years later when everyone is starting to heal, Rhys and Feyre get a little sur A book for Acotar character lovers. When she applies to the prestigious University of Prythian and meets her roommate's beautiful cousin, she starts to realize that Tamlin might not be the one for her. She's hidden her mating bond with Azriel for 10 years. Language: English. 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. Chapters 14-27 of ACOMAF from Rhysand's POV. He's excited to welcome them into his home for the unveiling of his new project - the man he sculpted to be scientifically hot. All characters belong, of course, to Sarah J. Maas and her demented book series, A Court of Thorns and Roses. ", "You know, I once asked him if he was am artist because they create. She has never seen the stars, tasted fruit fresh from the vine, or set foot in her home court. At the mate whose back was to her. "Rhys, please." He didn't answer her, barely acknowledging her as he kept walking forward. He groans in quiet approval. Neither of them was happy about it. I was Made new in her arms. One night, she finds herself gazing out at the city with nothing to distract her from what she has lost. His shadows played at the edges of her skin, trying to settle her and extinguish some of the pain, though that did little to help. Feyre lost her train of thought at the sight of the shirtless male on the other side of the door. Though, from what they heard through the walls, it was mostly Tam doing the screaming. 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.