Pomegranate pt 4 | Feysand
Hades/ Persephone inspired AU. We gettin spicy now.
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Hybern have slipped into the mortal lands, and will any day now be at the wall.
The wall has always been the weak point of Pythian, and the Spring Court holds the south most border. After gathering as much information as he can, Rhys sends word to Tamlin.
The first attempt is a letter, which goes unanswered. Rhys waits for hours, until he cannot wait anymore. The second attempt is to send Mor, but by afternoon she returns. She was not granted an audience with the High Lord.
“Gods fucking damn it,” Rhys roars when she tells him. She doesn’t flinch, just looks worried. “Tamlin you stupid fucking prick,” Rhys mutters. He has started pacing. It is one thing for Hybern to attack another court. It is one thing for Hybern to breach Prythian. It is one thing for war to be on their doorstep.
It is another to endanger Feyre.
“I’ll go myself,” Rhys growls.
“Careful,” Mor says. “If you go in there all hot-headed, you’ll only give him a reason to start a fight.”
Rhys gnashes his teeth in frustration, but eventually nods his acknowledgement. Mor bites her lip, bows her head, then leaves him. Rhys takes a deep breath in through his nose, rolls his shoulders, and then winnows onto the steps of Tamlin’s manor.
It’s been a very long time since he has been on this doorstep.
Once, years ago, his father brought him, wanting him to have experience of a High Lords’ meeting. Rhys had known Tamlin had a daughter, but on that day she was nowhere to be seen. Rhys wonders idly how much of her life Feyre has spent locked in her room.
He strolls through the great doors, not bothering to wait for Tamlin to deny him entry. As he walks, he shoves his hands into his pockets, and listens to the chatter of the minds of the house residents. He does not look for Feyre’s. Doesn’t want the distraction.
Rhys finds Tamlin in the study, and leans against the doorframe.
“Afternoon,” he says in greeting. Tamlin’s face twists at the sight of him.
“Didn’t I tell you I’d grind your bones if you ever came back here?” he says. Rhys just looks at his nails.
“You did,” he said, “but I’m in an altruistic mood, for some reason.”
“What are you jabbering about, boy?” Tamlin snarls. Rhys pushes off the door frame and looks him in the eye.
“Hybern,” he says. Tamlin snorts.
“Not this again.”
“Tamlin. My spies are never wrong. Hybern is moving against Prythian as we speak, and you need to be ready.”
“I don’t take orders from whelps,” Tamlin growls.
“Fine,” Rhys says cooly. “Do what you want. I only thought you’d be interested in the preservation of your own lands, or your people, or your daughter for that matter. I shouldn’t be so presumptuous.” Tamlin growls again, but Rhys looks bored.
“You dare speak of her,” he begins.
“Calm down old man,” Rhys says. “I just wanted to come here in person, so that I could be assured that when Hybern attacks and the Spring Court falls, you knew it was happening and you let it.”
“What do you care?” Tamlin spits. “You only rule a savage court, you’ve never spared a thought for another in all your life.”
“Yes,” Rhys says simply. “And if we’re worried, so probably should you be.”
“Leave. Now.” Tamlin pounds the desk as he speaks. Rhys just shrugs.
“As you wish.” He sketches a bow from the waist, and exits the room.
But he doesn’t walk out of the manor.
Rhys folds himself into the shadows, and climbs the grand staircase without anyone noticing him. Feyre’s bedroom door is locked, of course, but he he shimmers through the wood without much effort.
“I know I should have knocked,” he says, “but I’m not looking I swear.”
“Can I come in?”
Feyre laughs, soft as eiderdown, and pulls his hands from his eyes.
“Yes,” she says. “Thank you for asking.”
“I would have asked from outside,” Rhys tells her, drawing her into his arms, “but that would have ruined the whole sneaking around thing I’ve got going here.”
Feyre stands up on her toes to kiss him. Rhys sighs over her lips, and the taste of her soothes his soul.
“Are you okay?” she asks. Rhys chuckles.
“I’m not the one being kept prisoner in my own bedroom.”
“You look tired.”
“I haven’t slept the last couple of days.”
Feyre touches his cheek and he leans into her palm. “Well come lie down then,” she says, and turns toward the bed by Rhys stops her.
“Feyre,” he says. “I have to tell you something. It’s important.”
Feyre’s eyes darken with concern, but she tugs him forward and he gets on the bed with her. They lie on their sides facing each other, and Feyre touches his chin.
“What is it?” she asks. Rhys folds her fingers into his.
“For a long time now, Hybern has been looking to expand its territory,” he tells her. “I have reason to believe- I am sure, they are now gathering in the mortal lands, and plan to attack Prythian from the south.”
“The south… is us,” Feyre says, eyes widening in understanding.
“Yes,” Rhys says. “I have tried to tell Tamlin but he won’t listen. I’m starting to think that if I told him the sky was blue he’d disagree, just because it was me saying it.”
“That’s probably true,” Feyre admitted. “So… what do we do?” Rhys lifted their entwined hands and kissed her fingers.
“I want you to know that I won’t let anything happen to you. The Night Court is ready and willing to send aid. Tamlin won’t hear me. Could you try to convince him to let us help?”
Feyre exhaled heavily. “Well, he doesn’t listen to me either. But of course, I’ll talk to him.”
Rhys kisses her knuckles again, on both hands. “Thank you,” he says.
“Rhys? What if doesn’t agree to it? What if he doesn’t listen?”
Rhys slides a hand under her hair, and his thumb strokes her jaw. “We’ll come anyway,” he says. “And I am finally going to get you out of here. Okay?”
“Okay,” Feyre says, and her voice is small with worry. Rhys kisses her until the tension slides from her shoulders.
“Rhys?” she says.
“I love you too.”
Rhys quirks a smile, and kisses both her cheeks and then her nose.
“I love you too, too.” He kisses her mouth then, and she wriggles closer to him. Rhys slides an arm under her and rubs his fingertips against the is of her skull.
It is so easy to forget wars and jailers when Feyre is touching him.
Feyre’s bare feet press into his ankles, and Rhys slides a hand down the outside of her thigh. The silk is cool beneath his fingers, and there’s a split in the fabric just above her knee. He catches her calf and hitches it over his hip as he keeps kissing her, and she squeezes him closer with her leg while his hand strokes her ankle.
“Are there flowers in the Night Court?” Feyre murmurs between kisses. Rhys smiles against her lips.
“Yes,” he says. “And the most wonderful fruits.”
Feyre’s hands are sliding up his chest now, fumbling with the fastenings in his shirt. She nips his bottom lip, and he licks the back of her teeth.
“Don’t they need sunlight to grow?”
Rhys laughs. “Feyre darling, we have just as much sunlight as you do.” His hand on her ankle has slid back up her calf, and is now curving around the underside of her thigh above her knee. The cream coloured dress is pushed further up her legs.
“But it’s always Spring here,” she says. She’s found the hem of his shirt and her hands have slipped beneath it. They are warm on his stomach.
“Well it’s not always night in the Night Court,” he assures her, and moves his lips to her throat. Feyre tips her head back to give him better access.
“Why?” she gasps.
“Because,” Rhys murmurs, trailing kisses down her neck, “things need to grow. And we need the warmth.” His hand on her leg is moving again, and cups her backside now. “And because no amount of power in the world stops the sun from rising.”
He kisses her mouth before she can ask any follow up questions, and the taste of her moan is so sweet it makes his head spin.
Rhys presses Feyre onto her back, and his hand on her ass slides around to her hip. His other arm is still behind her, and he massages his fingers in the back of her head. Feyre tugs at his hair, and he pushes her skirts further up so he can stroke her from knee to hip. Feyre shivers under his touch as his thumb skirts her inner thigh.
“Touch me,” she whispers, and Rhys’s hand tightens on her thigh before it dips between her legs.
Feyre’s hands fall from his neck and grab a hold of the sheets. Rhys watches her eyes flutter closed as he moves his fingers again, lightly over the cotton of her underwear. He slips beneath the waistband, and Feyre’s back arches up off the bed. He bites down on his own moan- Feyre is so wet on his fingers.
“Gods Feyre,” he breathes. He slides his hand down over her pussy before circling lightly against her clit. Feyre bites down on her lip and makes sure to stay quiet. Rhys thinks he’s never been so turned on as he is as he watches her writhe on his hand. He’s circling faster now, and sucks against her nipple through her dress. Never taking his eyes off her face.
“Don’t let anyone hear,” he reminds her softly, just as he pushes his index finger deep inside her. Feyre grabs the front of his shirt and kisses him hard, as she begins to fuck herself on his hand. Rhys grinds the heel of his palm against her clit as she does, and his other hand makes a fist in her hair.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he tells her. “I just wanna make you feel good.” He adds a second finger, and can’t help but imagine what she’d feel like if she was rocking on his cock like she was on his hand. Feyre’s nails scrabble at his chest, and her eyes meet his only momentarily before rolling back in her head.
“Do you feel good Feyre?” he asks her. She nods, mouthing words but not making any sound. “Can you come like this?” he whispers. Her hands tighten in his shirt and she’s struggling to draw breath. “That’s it,” he says. “Don’t make a sound, just come on my fingers.”
And she does. Her lips move silently, and her hips bow up off the bed. It takes Rhys a minute to realise she’s mouthing his name.
Feyre tightens around his hand as she climaxes, and when she finally comes down, she looks so peaceful. Rhys gives himself another moment to watch her, and then kisses her softly.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he whispers. Feyre’s eyes open into his, and waves crash in her gaze. He put his fingers in his mouth, kisses her again, and then disappears like smoke.
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Mini Feysand and Nyx Parenting Headcanon
Cassian : You know I was NOT the one to hide your damn dagger
Azriel : I FOUND IT IN YOUR ROOM AND IT REEKED OF SEX
Cassian : Well I- AT LEAST I HAVE SEX
Mor : Oooooo, That one must've hurt
Azriel : WELL I- I- WELL AT LEAST I DON'T GET SHOUTED AT BY AMREN EVERY FIVE MINUTES
Amren : Say my name with that mouth of yours ONE more time and you're dead.
Azriel : Yes ma'am.
Meanwhile the Valkyries
Gwyn : You ate the LAST PIECE OF CAKE!
Nesta with the cake : OH YES, AND IT WAS SOO SOOOOOO YUMMY. YOU KNOW, IT HAD SO MUCH CHOCOLATE IN IT THAT IT COULD CAUSE DIABETES IN A FUCKING SECOND. AND GUESS WHAT, I LOVED IT
Gwyn : You BITCH. FUCK YOU
Everyone : *quiets down and looks at Gwyn cause when she curses, you know shit's about to go down.
Nesta : *oooo her ego got hurt but she ain't backing down* I'M NOBODY'S BITCH YOU BITCH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
A literal cat fight.
Cassian : Damn
Mor : Damn
Azriel : Shouldn't we stop them or something-
Cassian : YOU NEVER stop a cat fight. And it's Nesta and Gwyn, they're literally sisters-
Nesta : *takes out ataraxia out of nowhere*
Gwyn : *takes out truth teller out of nowhere
Cassian : I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T HAVE YOUR DAGGER.
Azriel : Oh please, you know I have millions of daggers And YOU USED ONE OF THEM DURING SEX WITH NESTA.
Suddenly feysand enter the room :
Feyre : *goes to Nesta and pulls her away* WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!!!!
Rhysand : *goes to Gwyn and pulls her away* GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF. I'M SO FUCKING TIRED IT'S THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK. AND YOU- YOU AZRIEL AND CASSIAN, YES YOU! YOU ALL MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE MADE MY LIFE HELL-
Nyx walks in with a phone in his hand : *doesn't even care anymore cause it's so common* and everyone quiets down.
Nyx : Oh go on, don't stop on my account.
Everyone : *shrugs*, *ok* STARTS SHOUTING AGAIN
Nyx : *sighs*, *messages to Tamlin's daughter* "I'll pay you a million bucks to marry me and make me the high lord of the spring court. Just get me out of here"
Tamlin's daughter's text : Tempting but no, I like it when you get tortured.
Nyx : Oh you like it-
(Lol i've been reading too much wattpad)
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