#Pregnant feyre

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WIP of our high lady of the night court while pregnant with Nyx💫

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Lazy mornings, dreaming of what’s to come ❤️

Feyre and Rhys from A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J Maas

[shallyne]

Sunshine and Promises

Chapter Two - ✨whoa, double fuck✨

I couldn't decide something so I just decided to turn up the crack a bit. Enjoy. It's still around pregnancy btw, of you don't like trope this is not for you.

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TW: none

Feyre and Helion go to the first doctor's appointment together.

The last four weeks felt like an eternity and no time at all at the same time. The moment Feyre thought that she was lucky and didn't have a bunch of early pregnancy symptoms, morning sickness kicked in and since then fatigue was a part of her every day, like a thin blanket wrapped around herself. She hadn't told many people about her pregnancy yet, not because she wasn't far into her pregnancy but because she didn't know how to tell her friends. I wasn't careful at my dick appointment and now I'm pregnant was probably the most honest response but she was not ready for the questions. Although Feyre was pretty sure that her friends already suspected something because Feyre had declined every single invitation she got in the last few weeks. 

Other than that, Helion had invited Feyre randomly to lunch or dinner and one time he had shown her around his nightclub. Feyre was surprised to stand in front of the most popular club in the city. Her little group of friends had tried to get in there a few times but they were always unlucky, now her baby daddy showed her around on a Tuesday morning. Helion also told her that he met Rhysand and his family, his Inner Circle, here a few years prior. In the two weeks she had known Rhys at this point, he had told her some about his family. She knew that his Inner Circle, as he called it, consisted of his two brothers, his cousin and Amren. Then there was also his mother and his little sister. His father died about three years ago and since then Rhys was head of his company. 

Now Feyre sat beside Helion as they were on their way to Feyre's next check up. When they stopped at a red light, Helion turned to Feyre "Are you nervous?" 

"No." Feyre answered. "I already know I'm pregnant, what else can the doctor tell me?" she sighed. "Why? Are you nervous?" 

Helion turned his gaze away from her and looked at the lights. He stayed quiet for a while and avoided meeting her eyes as he admitted "Yes, a little." 

Feyre smiled "I was nervous when I first went." 

"Really? You were so calm when we talked that day." Helion said. 

"Liar." Feyre snorted. She was sure she looked and sounded like a mess after her first appointment when she found out about the baby. "It will get easier, I promise." 

Helion nodded and then changed the topic "Did you walk the last time? To the doctor's office, I mean. It's quite the distance, did you take the bus?" 

"I took the subway and then walked a block." she answered. 

"Huh." Helion said. 

Feyre sighed, preparing for whatever comes next as she asked "What?" 

Helion shrugged and then said "I Just- if you need someone to drive you, please call me. Don't take the subway." 

Feyre crossed her arms "Why? I always take the subway." 

"The subway is dirty." Helion said as he gripped the wheel harder. 

"Careful, you sound like a snob." 

Helion groaned. "You know that is not what I mean! And trust me, I've been on that damned subway often enough in my life to know how it is. I don't imagine that anything has changed in the last few years." 

Feyre huffed, though Helion was right. Of course he was but what was Feyre supposed to do." Let's say I agree and I need to be somewhere." Feyre said. "It's late, you're at the club. I call you. What are you doing then?"

Helion came to a stop and Feyre was surprised when she looked out of the car window to see they already reached the doctor's office. 

He turned to her and said "I'll send you a driver." when she frowned he added "Or a taxi. Or an Uber. Whatever you feel most comfortable with, I'll find a way." 

"I'm pregnant, I'm not an invalid!" Feyre huffed. 

"I know but I still want you to be safe, believe it or not. With or without the baby. Though it also immensely calms me down to know that you are both safe." 

"Fine." Feyre smiled. "I'll call you but you better not turn into an overprotective mother hen." she said and stepped out of the car. 

Helion was right behind her as she entered the office. He was behind her when Feyre went to the front desk and followed her to the waiting room. He was more quiet than usual so Feyre asked him after a few silent minutes "Do you want to hold my hand?" 

"What?" he asked as I pulled him out of his thoughts. 

"You look nervous and that usually helps me." Feyre shrugged. Helion looked at her outstretched hand and took it wordlessly. She smiled and then said "I'm so excited for lunch, I'm getting hungry." Feyre sighed and looked around the room. It was more crowded this time than when she was here only a few weeks ago. 

"Did you know the baby is the size of a kumquat now?" Helion whispered in her ear. 

"A kumquat?" Feyre asked. "How do you know?" 

He shrugged, his leg bouncing up and down, and said "I did a little bit of research." 

Feyre whirled her head around to Helion, who looked at a poster on the opposite wall, and she smiled. She didn't know why it made her so happy but it was like someone taking weight off her shoulders that she didn't even know she was carrying. 

Around an hour of waiting, Feyre squeezed Helion's hand when a heavily pregnant woman entered the waiting room. She hadn't thought as far as that this could be her in a few months. He squeezed her hand back reassuringly as if he could read her mind. It probably wasn't hard to know what she was thinking, especially as she jumped up when a nurse called her name and hurried to the room the nurse pointed to. 

"I'm getting kinda hungry, too." Helion said as Feyre looked around the room. 

Feyre snorted. "Will you survive a few minutes?" 

"I think I can manage that," he replied. They made plans with Rhys to go grab lunch after their appointment and honestly, Feyre was glad. It was ages since she went out just to eat. Either she had ordered in or it was just a quick snack before her friends and her went to the next club. She had loved that life but she hadn't realized that she missed simple things like a lunch date. 

A few minutes later the doctor entered the room and greeted Feyre, then Helion. She asked Feyre how she felt and they talked for a bit and everything was fine. Then it was time for the ultrasound and the doctor showed her where everything was and explained until she got eerily quiet and tilted her head. 

"What?" Feyre asked, scared, squeezing Helion's hand that he had placed on her shoulder. 

"What's going on? Is everything alright?" Helion asked, taking her hand. 

The doctor turned and smiled at them "Everything is perfectly fine!" she said. "I was looking at the monitor right here because I could make out two heartbeats. You're having twins."

Feyre stared at the doctor, then she looked at Helion who looked at the monitor, disbelieving, and then Feyre looked at the doctor. 

"What?" Feyre and Helion asked in unison. 

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"No, you don't have to call Rhys and cancel." Feyre said when she felt that Helion was about to say something. He already offered it two times and even though Feyre kept saying that she was alright, he did not believe her. She didn't blame him, they were both in shock. They didn't expect this outcome from the appointment today. 

"Okay." he said. Feyre was clicking her nails against the table as they waited for Rhys at the restaurant. 

"How are you?" she asked, not stopping the clicking of her nails. 

"Great. Amazing." He sighed and looked at her. "I don't know," he admitted. "What about you? You look pale." 

"I got that from my mother." Feyre said. 

He snorted. "I meant paler than usual." 

Feyre shrugged. "Two is a lot. I mean, one is already a lot."

"It is a lot," he agreed. "It's one more than I had expected." 

That came so sudden and sounded so ridiculous that Feyre burst out into laughter. She had to hold her hand in front of her mouth when the people that sat on the next table threw them weird looks. "It's definitely two more than planned." 

Helion chuckled and nodded. "That it is." 

"Hey! I'm sorry I'm late, the meeting took a little longer than anticipated and the traffic was a nightmare. I hope you didn't wait too long." Rhys said as he brushed past them and sat down opposite of Feyre. He smiled at them and then asked her "Are you okay? You look pale."

Feyre rolled her eyes. "We waited half an hour." 

"I'm sorry." Rhys repeated. "How was your appointment?" 

Feyre took her ice tea and took a sip, so she wouldn't have to explain. Helion looked at her then back to Rhys and sighed. "It was pretty good. Feyre got an ultrasound and we saw the babies, that was crazy but cool." Feyre nodded in agreement. 

"Crazy but cool." she repeated as she placed her glass on the table. 

They both watched Rhys, witnessing the exact moment as his eyes widened and he realized "Babies? Plural?" 

"Two to be exact." Feyre said. 

"Twins." Helion added. 

Rhysands gaze wandered from Helion to Feyre. "Did you-" he cleared his throat. "Did you know? Did you expect that?" 

Feyre shook her head and Rhys loosened a breath. "Wow. That must be quite the shock for you two." 

"It is." Feyre said at the same time Helion said "Definitely."

"And now?" Rhys asked. 

Feyre leaned back in her chair and said "Now we order, I'm starving." 

Helion chuckled, "We don't want that."  which made Rhys chuckle in return but his gaze stayed in Feyre. 

After they ordered and shortly after got their meals, Feyre was thankful to have both Helion and Rhys at her side. This was a situation she never thought she would be in but they were her friends, she realized, and she was lucky to call them such. Although when it was time to go home and both men helped her walk down two steps, she had the feeling that she now had two mother hens at her side. 

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Baby, Mine

Azriel x Reader - Angst/Fluff - One shot

Rhys returns from under the mountain and Azriel’s life is changed forever as a bond snaps with the female his brother brings back with him. After an unexpected pregnancy is revealed, Azriel strives to show his mate just how much she and their child mean to him. Please read warnings below.

Bonus Chapter/Part 2

Warnings: discussion of rape and S/A, pregnancy resulting from rape, mentions of trauma, language, mention of pregnancy termination

“We should get up. My stomach’s growling.”

“And I thought it was just the little one chatting with my shadows.” Azriel teased, flushing beneath her gaze as his scarred fingers traced lightly over the growing swell of her abdomen, becoming more apparent by the day. He’d been nervous touching it for the first time, like he’d desecrate that precious life force growing underneath with his hands that had inflicted so much pain. But the way her eyes lit up the first time he touched it, he never wanted to forget the feeling of love and joy radiating into him through that newfound bond. It was beautiful - made him feel worthy of helping raise the beautiful life she was bringing into the world.

Though her stomach growled again, she made no move to get up, and by the way her hands were holding onto him, Azriel knew better than to go retrieve a plate from the House of Wind’s kitchen for her. So he sent a shadow beneath the door to see if Nuala or Cerridwen were there and if they could bring leftovers in, that is if Cassian and Mor hadn’t devoured the entire breakfast already.

“How’s she doing?” Rhys asked into his mind.

“Better than some days but not great, Rhys.”

There was a pause before Rhys’ guilty voice reentered his conscious.

“She’s the most selfless person I know, Az. I’m glad you two have eachother. But if she needs anything, if you need anything, let me know.”

And she was. Selfless in a way that Azriel couldn’t fathom. Selfless in a way that made his gut churn, a way he wanted to roar at the moon and the stars, and anyone who would listen. Selfless when she should have never had to be. She was bright and radiant and kind. The world looked at her and saw ethereal sunshine, walking starlight, unfathomable beauty both inside and out. But there was darkness and pain there too, so buried down deep that only Azriel could feel it in the middle of the night as whimpers disrupted her sleep.

So many nights Rhys would have to come in and cradle her mind, send her soothing thoughts and visions of anything beautiful that could mask the perils that haunted her dreams.

Azriel hated himself for it, the jealousy. He wished he could soothe her in that way but no matter how much love he sent through their bond, that darkness rooted itself so deeply within her that sometimes it took significant power from Rhys to reach it.

As if Rhys wasn’t already fighting his own trauma and waging against the insurmountable guilt he carried after being under the mountain, plus worrying about Feyre in the Spring Court. And that wasn’t to say Y/N was a burden in any way, though she felt she was. It killed Azriel to see both his mate and his brother fighting so much grief and not being able to do anything about it.

She’d have been better suited to be Rhysand’s mate than Azriel’s own by their intertwined traumas, by their ability to put themselves aside for a better world. Azriel, of course, fit into this court of dreamers but she… despite only being here for such a short period of time, she was the biggest dreamer of them all.

Another rumble from her stomach snapped Azriel out of his thoughts, mentally noting to Rhys, “She could use breakfast.”

“I’ll send some for both of you. You need to take care of yourself too.”

Azriel smelled the salt of her tears before he saw the silver lining her eyes. Propping himself up on an elbow, draping a wing over her, he began to ask softly, “Hey-“. Her head immediately shaking and she choked on the word, “No.”

“Baby, I know what you’re thinking and it’s not a burden. He just wanted to know if you needed anything.”

She took a few deep breaths, willing away those tears. “He doesn’t have to check on me. It’s my f-“

“Stop that. Listen to me, I’m always here to listen to you and I know that you’re dealing with complex emotions and trauma that I cannot even begin to fully fathom but this.. it’s not your fault.”

Her eyes welled up further as Azriel continued,

“I don’t want to lecture you or invalidate what you are feeling. Your emotions are justified but… these thoughts will eat you alive, they’re vicious lies that have been conditioned into you, and I can promise you that nobody blames anything on you. This entire family is so fucking grateful to have you as a part of it. In a world of darkness, where you had every right, every reason to bring that darkness with you, you chose light.”

He choked on his words as those tears flowed down her face. “You chose light when it only brought more darkness upon yourself.”

She cut him off. “She’s not darkness.”

Azriel raised an eyebrow. “She?”

And through her tears, he saw the slightest gleam of radiance in her eyes. “I can just feel it. Feel her.”

Azriel pressed a kiss to Y/N’s belly. “Yes, you are absolutely right. She is not darkness - she’s a beacon of light, the brightest star in the sky, perhaps aside from her mother - but the mental load you are carrying, it is dark and it’s heavy. And yes, you would carry darkness with you regardless of this spark of hope” he rubbed her belly in tender circles for emphasis. “But I know that mind of yours. That you are telling yourself that you’re a burden, that you made the wrong choice, when there was no wrong choice.”

At this point, the tears were streaming down her face, his shadows dutifully whisking them away, but only gratitude and love flowed from her.

A knock came on the door. Azriel’s eyes glazed over as Y/N recognized the telltale signs of what was happening. A line creased in his brow before she placed a gentle hand on his arm. “It’s okay, he can come in.”

“You sure, my love? He understands when you need space.”

She nodded. “I know but I think I need to see him today.” Azriel brushed his thumb in soothing ministrations across her abdomen until she pulled her night gown back down to cover herself.

The door creaked open and Rhys padded over to the bed, guilt and adoration limning his features. “Hey, starshine.” She blushed at the term. She hated her own name after Amarantha had called it so many times under the mountain. Rhys had begun calling her Starshine in secret due to her Day Court origins and the fact that he was convinced she’d been more suited for the Night Court.

Rhys had been drawn to her under the mountain, something about her reminding him of his brother. Rhysand could admit that Azriel was the most beautiful of the three brothers, his features seemingly crafted by the gods themselves. But if Azriel’s features were crafted by the gods, Y/N’s were crafted by the Mother herself. Aside from that, she had a quiet presence, though far less stoic and broody than Azriel’s, it was more of a quiet, gentle grace. A grace that Amarantha had tried so hard to shed her of but was never quite successful.

Amarantha, of course, made it her mission to both seek pleasure from her and torment her. When she never fully broke, Amarantha decided that instead of throwing her to the dark corridors she stuffed most lesser fae in, she’d make an excellent play thing. She looked mostly High Fae after all, yet had enhanced sexual appeal due to her nymph ancestry - perfect high and round breasts, long legs, a firm yet supple ass, and an arousing scent - needless to say, Amarantha delighted to add her to her roster of bed chamber accompaniment.

Y/N and Rhys developed a quiet understanding of each other and the roles they were forced to play in the year that she’d been under the mountain before Feyre arrived. They did not grow close enough for Amarantha to become concerned but enough that she knew her play things got along well enough to bring them both into her chambers at the same time.

Rhys would never forget the first time Amarantha had forced he and her into her chambers at the same time. Y/N tried to be strong, and she was. Another aspect of her that reminded him of his brother.

But she began to crack slightly, and Rhys knew Amarantha would make it so much worse for her if she did. So he did the only thing he knew to do and held her mind. He showed her visions of the Night Skies of the Night Court, the spirits of Starfall, the laughter of a family surrounding a table in a beloved restaurant, anything that could help her through it.

As he held her mind, she’d unwittingly sent visions from throughout her twenty-two years of life prior to being captured and brought under the mountain. She was loved deeply by her family who had little more than love to give. Eventually they had been murdered by Amarantha’s cronies at the age of nineteen - she’d been able to escape and live among the High Fae who sneered and objectified her, but offered enough coin to sleep with her to keep a roof over her head.

Rhys had determined that night that if they ever made it out of there alive, he was taking her to Velaris with him. She’d never live like that again.

He even smiled at the thought of introducing her and Azriel when she was ready to meet his family, already picturing his brother’s rose-dusted cheeks in her presence.

“Thank you” Azriel’s low voice withdrew Rhys from his thoughts, taking the plate from his hands.

A familiar scent wafted off of Rhys to Y/N. Pregnancy had heightened her sense of smell substantially.

As she sniffed the air Rhys gave a soft, sad smile at the eye brow she raised at him before asking, “Where is she?”

He shook his head, darkness rolling in waves off of him. “Tamlin locked her in his fucking manor. She had a breakdown.”

Her face drew tight. “That bastard!” Azriel flinched at the rage flowing down the bond. “She must have been terrified.”

“She certainly terrified the servants in his manor. She shrouded herself in darkness and nobody could get through to her.”

“He doesn’t deserve her.”

Rhys nodded. “He doesn’t.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Rhys. Where is she?”

“At the Town House.”

Her eyes blew wide. “Cauldron boil me, is she staying?”

Azriel smiled as he felt her excitement flow into him. A bit of that Day Court sunshine returning to her.

“I don’t know. She knows she can’t tell anyone if she goes back, but…”

“I felt it through the bond, Y/N. I think she’s here to stay.”

Azriel’s shadows agitated at the pause in verbal conversation, chattering back and forth,

“Secrets”

“Secrets”

He rolled his eyes and dismissed them, already knowing there were some things that remained between just Y/N and Rhys. He’d accepted it the very moment he’d shown up after he received word that Rhys was finally home and the bond snapped as soon as he laid eyes upon the radiant female by his side. He knew it snapped for her too when she walked right up to him, touched the hands he tried to hide behind his back, her eyes speaking everything she couldn’t. “I see your scars. I bear them too.” And pressed a kiss to each hand.

“Do you want me to leave? I assume she’s at the Town House but I’m sure she’ll be visiting here too, yes?”

Azriel bristled. No way in hell was Rhys going to make his mate leave, whether this home was his or not, she had a right to be present wherever she wished.

“Easy brother.”

Azriel shook off the feeling. The mating instinct was still so strong that he had a hard time not jumping in to defend her at the thought of any threat, physical or emotional.

“Y/N” Rhys took her hand.

“Don’t bite my head off for holding her hand, either.”

Azriel huffed before firing back to Rhys’ mind “I can’t wait for you to find your mate someday so you can see what it feels like to be so wound up like this.”

Rhys only gave a small, secret smile in return.

Y/N interjected. “Are you two done gossiping or can I know whether I should pack up or not?”

“This is your home just as much as it is my home. You are my family and I want Feyre to meet all of you. Cassian has already barreled through the door of the Town House along with Mor begging to be fed. Feyre went up to nap and recollect herself.”

“Can we have dinner with her… if she wants to?” She asked softly with a mixture of excitement and nervousness to her voice.

Rhys gave a nod. “I was thinking that same thing. Would you be comfortable?”

She nodded before the reality of the situation caught up with her.

“Y/N.” Rhys leaned in, gently tilting her head up to look at him. “I am not ashamed of you. I will never hide you or the life you are selflessly bringing into this Court of Dreamers.” His eyes lined with silver. “And I will always be so proud of the love that you both share. I knew from the moment I met you that my brother would adore you. And the fact that you two are mates? It’s one of the greatest things to come from that shit hole of a mountain. A reminder of the beauty that can prevail, even after the most dreadful of circumstances. I love all three of you.”

Azriel held his mate closely, ensuring she felt just how loved she truly was.

“She kicked for the first time the other day.”

Rhys raised a brow.

Y/N let out a sigh. “Ugh, you two are so skeptical. I really believe that this baby is a girl.”

Rhys eyed the scarred hand protectively placed over her round bump, so many complicated emotions running through him, with love being the strongest.

“Feyre will likely ask questions tonight regarding all of us, our stories. Nobody has to share anything they do not wish to, but you also may share if you are comfortable doing so. I would really like for Feyre to become a member of the Inner Circle-“

Rhys looked to Y/N rolling his eyes at the smirk and waggling eyebrows she gave him.

“Stop that. My point is just that, I would like for her to know all of you. I know she’ll love you all just as I do. Hell, she’ll probably love all of you before she’s ready to even fully tolerate me.”

Azriel let out a chuckle as his mate quipped “Tell me the story of the time she threw a shoe at you. It’s my favorite!”

“You cruel, lovely little thing.” Rhys laughed. “See you both for dinner.”

As Rhys exited them room, Y/N sighed. “You were awfully quiet.”

Az nudged her. “And that surprises you?”

“Okay, quieter than usual.”

Azriel pulled her in close, peppering kisses across her forehead. “I just don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for. You are still healing and now you’ll be facing someone else that was under the mountain with you.”

“She saved us all, Az.” She looked up into his hazel eyes with nothing but genuine adoration. “Without her, I never would have met you. And what kind of existence would that be?”

She began picking at the plate Rhys had brought in. Letting out a moan as the flavors burst on her tongue.

Az couldn’t help the involuntary twitch of his wings at the sound.

She laughed. “Don’t get any ideas until I’m finished with my food.”

Azriel raised his palms. “I’d never get between my pregnant mate and her meal. With the way she’s started moving, she’d likely kick me away anyway.”

She took another bite while nonchalantly commenting, “I thought of a name for her.”

“Oh yeah?” Azriel’s brows raised in anticipation of a potential name for their child.

“Azure. The same blue as the skies. I thought…”

Azriel cut her off, marveling at the name. Whispering more to himself than her. “Blue like the Day Court skies, blue like the skies that I love to take you flying in.”

She flushed. “Yes, exactly. And though it’s a different shade of blue, like your siphons.”

A lone tear escaped his eye. “And,” she continued with a coy smile. “We could call her ‘Az’”

Azriel sat still for a moment. And she would have thought he didn’t like it had it not been the rush of pure shock and awe flowing through the bond.

Suddenly he took her face in his hands, barely giving her time to swallow the bite of bacon she’d just taken, and crashed his lips into hers. And after her lips were swollen and puffy from the heat of his lips, he began pressing kisses all over her belly, whispering between them, “I love you, little Az. I love you more than the skies I fly in. More than my own name. More than any dreamer could dream of being loved. I can’t wait to fly you through the open skies, and show you every shade of blue this beautiful world has to offer. Nothing in this world matters more than you and your mother. I couldn’t be more proud to be your father.”

And he meant it. Every single word. The blood running through the baby growing inside of his mate didn’t need to be his, what mattered was the love flowing within the child and he intended to pour every single ounce of love he had into their baby.

It was Y/N though who broke down at those words. She and Azriel had spent every free moment together since meeting. He’d healed her in ways that she never could have dreamed. Finding her mate changed the time after Under the Mountain from the lonesome trauma reckoning hellhole she’d anticipated and into a time of healing. He listened to her, understood her, let her set the pace in every aspect. And he’d shared his trauma with her, all of it.

The child who had been abused by a wicked stepmother and horrid step-brothers, overlooked by his own father had grown up to be loving, caring, and patient in every way. And now, he was going to be the parent of a child that was not his by conception, choosing to love the child just as he would his very own. A vow he’d sworn in their mating vows and sealed with a bargain.

“What is it, love?” Azriel wiped away her tears.

“Stupid hormones. I just love you so much and I need you to know that you are so much more than I ever could have dreamed of. If I had to, I would go through it all again as long as it led me to you.”

Azriel’s eyes began watering again. “Look at us, Y/N. We’re quite a sight. Whatever you say tonight, just don’t let Cassian know that I’ve gotten so soft.”

Her glassy eyes sparkled as she gave a sweet smile. “I have a feeling that softness has already been there, my love, I just had the privilege of coaxing it out of you.”

He smiled. “Truth Teller personified.”

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“We’re heading up now.” Rhys’ voice cut into Y/N’s mind.

“Are you sure about this, Rhys? Most of them do not know what all happened under the mountain. What if it’s too much for Feyre to take in?”

“She’s my mate, I have to hope that she will love and accept us all in time. It may be a lot to meet us and hear our stories but they’re a part of us, a part of loving us. I’m worried about Cassian scaring her off more than anything.”

“Valid concern. See you soon. Despite the circumstances, I’m so happy she’s here.”

“You know,” Rhys chuckled. “I feel the same way about you, Starshine.”

“You flatter me. Now enjoy your flight with the literal girl of your dreams.”

“She’s glaring daggers at me right now. Pray I make it there alive.”

“Where’d you go?” Az nudged.

Leaning into her mate’s side, embracing the warmth of his arms wrapped around her shoulders she replied, “Rhys and Feyre are on the way.”

“Are you ready for this?” He asked.

“I’m sure you can already feel my nerves down the bond but I appreciate you for asking.” She teased.

Azriel kept his pace slow as they wound through the hallways of the House of Wind toward the dining table. “If you’re not ready…”

She took a steadying breath. “No, he needs to get off on a solid foundation with her. And Cassian, Mor, and Amren have eyed us for a while, they realize that something is off. Plus, I mean, look at this thing.” Her delicate hands found her stomach. “They’re going to figure out that the timelines don’t match up soon enough.”

“Our girl IS growing.” Azriel spoke, not missing the opportunity to feel the life growing within his mate.

She teased, “You’ve referred to the babe as “her” a few times now. Coming around to the idea?”

“I know better than to go against your intuition.”

With that, Y/N gave a wicked grin. “Mother knows best.”

As they approached the dining room, Azriel pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be right by your side.”

She beamed. “And I’ll be by yours too, with whatever you may share tonight…and forever, of course.”

As everyone arrived and gathered at the dining table, Y/N couldn’t help but admire how lovely Feyre and Rhys were together. Though she hated the situation that brought her there, that Tamlin tried to hoard her away in his manor, she couldn’t help but feel joy knowing that she was finally beginning to see the true Rhysand.

The Inner Circle kept up with the typical antics and plenty of laughter filled the space, but the conversation eventually turned more serious as everyone took turns giving Feyre insight into themselves.

Feyre looked to Y/N with curiosity. “You were under the mountain, but Azriel was not?”

Her hands shook as she prepared to share. A warmth covered them as Azriel gave a gentle squeeze, sending waves of that reassurance in abundance. She took a breath.

She began by sharing the background of her family, their deaths, that she’d sold her body to survive afterward, how she’d only been under the mountain for a year before Feyre arrived.

“You didn’t know Azriel before they took you?” Feyre asked. Not harshly, just inquisitively.

Y/N held her head high. Her story was not one to be ashamed of.

“I did not. Rhys was one of the only souls to show me kindness under the mountain. I have nymph ancestry with primarily High Fae features. Amarantha took an interest in me and….”

An unreadable expression covered Rhys’ face. This was his trauma too, but he gave a reassuring nod.

“She began taking me to her chambers. I had no choice. It was warm her bed, or face physical torture until death.”

Feyre flinched along with Rhys. Y/N recognized that they were remembering the human girl Amarantha had tortured to death just before Feyre’s arrival.

“She also, against our hopes, realized that Rhysand and I had an understanding of eachother - serve her or die. Being the lust-driven wretch that she was, she began taking us both to her chambers. There was no room for weakness in there. She wanted us just weak enough to submit to her, but we had to remain strong in every other aspect. The first time she had Rhys and I, together,” she cleared her throat, giving pause before continuing, “Rhys saved me. I began to crack, and he held my mind. I will let Rhys speak on his own trauma and the mental load he carried, but he didn’t hesitate to help me get through it. It was not the last time he had to help me through it.”

The table was completely silent. Heart-wrenching expressions filled each face at the table. Palpable rage could be felt radiating off of Amren, though her face remained straight.

Her voice began cracking. Azriel pulled her close into him. “When you saved us,” She looked to Feyre. “I don’t mean to fawn or gawk over you, but Feyre, you did save us.” Feyre gave an empathetic look, nodding to Y/N to continue. “Rhys brought me back to Velaris because he couldn’t bear for me to return to the life I was living, because this Court of Dreams is made up of individuals who have lived through terrible traumas and, despite every reason to lead bitter lives- have chosen to dream of a better world. To fight for a better world. And he knew a certain Shadowsinger and I would get on quite well. In fact, he’s been a smug bastard ever since over just how well things went between us.”

“When I met him.” She stared lovingly to Azriel who swallowed a lump in his throat. “The bond snapped between us immediately. The same day I was brought here, I met my mate.”

Instinctively she placed her hands on the swell of her abdomen. “Rhys gave Azriel leave to spend time with me, for him to help me through the aftermath of what I’d been through…”

“But two weeks after arriving back, my scent began to shift.” Mor’s brows furrowed in contemplation.

“I became very sick shortly after that. Rhys called in a healer, Madja, who confirmed that I was two and a half months pregnant.”

Cassian audibly gasped and Mor murmured “Oh my gods.”

Azriel kept his composure for the sake of his mate, but this was killing him. His brother and his mate being forced by that fucking witch. “Azriel is not the biological father of this baby. The child was conceived under the forced coupling of Rhysand and I by Amarantha.”

Feyre’s face was a mix of sadness, and rage, and sympathy.

“There were options to terminate the pregnancy. However, due to my Nymph ancestry, such options can have negative, potentially deadly effects. Aside from that, though I never planned to have a child - I couldn’t bear the thought of losing another family member. Rhys, after losing his family, felt the same, which he only expressed after I shared my feelings with him. He was completely supportive of any decision I made.” Feyre looked to Rhys and then back to Y/N, no negative judgement written on those lovely features.

Y/N looked to Azriel with a loving grin “And Azriel- he took me to a priestess that night. We both wanted to accept the bond from the moment we met, the connection was unbelievably strong, I never believed in the power of the bond until I found him. And now because he’s ever the romantic, though I see him already blushing at the mention of it, he wanted to make a vow before the Mother - a vow to love me no matter what choice I made, a vow to love the life within me as his very own child, to love and cherish us both until his last breath.”

She pulled the sleeve off of her shoulder, revealing the intricate tattoo solidifying his vow.

“And Rhys,” She gave a soft smile. “He made a bargain to love and care for this child and to recognize Azriel as its father. We will not hide the parentage from our child. And Rhys, I know, already loves them dearly, but mine and Azriel’s decisions for our baby come first and will be respected as any biological parents would.”

She’d left out the part where Azriel had gone under the mountain to investigate later on and found that Amarantha had begun supplying a fertility tonic instead of birth control to Y/N after the Calanmai that Rhys had gone to the Spring Court and seen Feyre. Though she didn’t know who Rhys saw, she likely suspected he’d developed interest in someone else and become jealous, hoping an accidental pregnancy would either create a rift in any potential relationship or, even worse, that the baby could be used as leverage against him.

The table remained silent until Rhys chimed in. “So my brother is my child’s father. I’m sure stranger things have happened.”

Despite that sadness the Inner Circle felt, Rhysand’s comment elicited smiles. Azriel gave his brother a nod of thanks for breaking the tension while affectionately caressing his mate.

Mor eased the tension further by chiming in “Y/N! You are further along than we realized which means….. we get to go shopping for our newest family member sooner!!!”

Feyre decided soon after that she would like to work with the Court of Dreams.

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Epilogue

Because his mate was always right, Azriel was indeed the father of a beautiful little girl, clever and stubborn like her mother, and the light of his life. Her mother the sun, and she the moon.

He and Rhys had just returned from taking “Baby Azzie” who was now a toddler to get pastries along the Sidra. Azriel returned with his half-asleep daughter in his arms, who perked up upon seeing her baby brother cooing in his bassinet. “Nyxie!!” She yelled, hurrying over to the winged babe. Rhys, however, arrived with numerous shopping bags in his own arms.

Feyre, who had been lounging with her head on Y/N’s shoulder gave the two a big smile. Y/N raised an eyebrow. “All of that better be for Nyx.”

Azriel and Rhys shared a laugh before Rhys spoke. “Well, half of it is, but only because someone batted her little lashes at us repeating ‘Brother, present. Brother, present’ until we took her into what is conveniently her favorite toy store.” Az cut in, “And because my brother is getting soft in his old age” before Rhys could remind Azriel that he was, in fact, the older of the two, Az continued, “Rhys had to buy something for her for every item she picked out for Nyx.”

Y/N groaned. “Cassian literally just bought her five new toys and six new outfits on their last outing.”

The raven-haired toddler with her mother’s nose and radiant skin, Rhys’ smile, and by some gift of the Mother - had Azriel’s golden-flecked hazel eyes, toddled up to Feyre, giving her a big hug. She then turned to her mother, leaning in to whisper something, that came out as quietly as a yell. “I got something for sissy too. Daddy has it in the pocket realm.”

Y/N’s face flushed as Rhys and Feyre gaped. “So much for keeping that a secret for a little longer.”

Feyre squealed leaning in and throwing her arms around Y/N. “I thought that maybe I was getting allergies, your scent hasn’t been as strong but you were glamouring it!”

Rhys pulled Azriel into a long hug, then walked over to Y/N with a wide smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Azriel placed a hand on his chest as he took in the sight of his blended family. It wasn’t what he’d ever expected but, to him, it was everything.

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

This is more for me. What I needed that Sarah took from me.

[stargirlfeyre]

“Rhysta would work better than Feysand because Nesta has the will power to actually put Rhysand in his place and stand up to him”

Nesta facing an angry Rhys:

Feyre facing an angry Rhys:

Tell me again which one of them has the power to put him in his place? Tell me again which one of them he would actually listen to when upset? Oh okay.

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

I can tell that Feysand stans only criticize the pregnancy plot because they know antis will, not because they fundamentally think Rhys did anything wrong. Because they'll start off by saying "I don't condone what Rhys did," and then the rest of the post is...them condoning what Rhys did. You should consider all facts and then come to a conclusion, not make a prevailing point, but not actually have any reasons why it's wrong. I don't care that Rhys is traumatized, and neither is Feyre, because she literally tells Rhys multiple times to suck it up or leave her out of it.

I think is wrong because I've considered all of the information and facts and concluded that the justification given was not adequate enough. I've already considered that (1) Rhys is traumatized and (2) his intention is to save Feyre, but as established by Feyre in MaF, she values her autonomy over safety. She literally tells Rhys in MaF, angrily, how she does not ever want him to consider her emotions for her.

See: "I don't want to hear this, I don't want to hear you explain how you assumed that you best, that I couldn't handle it." Also see: "I don't want to hear you tell me that you decided I was to be kept in the dark while your friends knew, while you all decided what was right for me"

That is Feyre. That is her direct narration. That is what she had deemed as violating. She literally talks about how that betrayal breaks her heart. Yet, no one of those Feyre stan ever brings this up in relation to the pregnancy plot. Not one of them explains how the Inner Circle's actions were intrinsically wrong. How the acceptance of the mating bond subtextually promises that Rhys and his Inner Circle will never do that again. And then over and over it hands. Also notice the 'your 'friends' language ....says a lot to me. You can't just say well, I don't consider this canon so I won't consider it -- this is consistent behavior.

[romanticatheartt]

So unhinged and horny😭💀

Feyre:

[lainalit]

The only feelings & fears regarding feyre's deadly pregnancy I'm interested to hear about are FEYRE'S, not cassian's, not nesta's and certainly not rhysand's

[kataraavatara]

“But how could Rhysand have known Feyre shapeshifting during the conception would mean-” Let’s take shapeshifting out of the equation then. Feyre’s base form is High Fae and Rhys is half Illyrian and half High Fae. a basic Punnett square tells us that the baby would have a 25% of having wings regardless. Now a 3/4 chance of everything turning out fine is all well and dandy…but for betting your life, your mate’s life, your child’s life and the political stability of your entire court those are actually pretty shit odds. why would you do that. you are so fucking stupid why are you in charge of a country.

[the-lonelybarricade]

Ahhhh yeah Rhysand and Feyre do it hot and dirty on Calanmai and then a couple months later Feyre has to confess to tamlin and Lucien about the dark stranger with violet eyes who is now her baby daddy and they’re just like wait WUT?! THAT GUY?!?

This plot has the potential for optimal telenovela levels of drama and I am so here for it 😂

Hear me out: they have filthy sex on Calanmai and Feyre keeps la da deeing her human way through the Spring Court business per usual until Rhys comes back after the Summer Solstice and smells it on her

[volddraws]

Feyre, darling💫✨

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

acotar mothers and their baby daddies

cassian is having rhysand’s kid

rhysand is having tamlin’s kid

tamlin is having lucien’s kid

lucien is having cassian’s kid (stay with me now)

azriel is having eris’ kid

eris is also having cassian’s kid

[shallyne]

People mention a post partum Feyre, but with her being immortal I guess I assumed that though Feyre had a baby and she may have gotten curvier, she probably snapped right back. C section and all, and she didn’t push him out so she’s the same down there too. Maybe a slight scar from the cut? Idk I wouldn’t think fae females who heal right away and who have eternal beauty would have many changes to their body after pregnancy aside from weight gain to their body and their chest included with all the breast milk. Rarely do people do her justice and I’ve always found it strange.

I mean I get how you would assume that but Fae pregnancies are also riskier and longer than mortal pregnancies. On top of that, Feyre didn't have a normal c-section scar because c-sections don't exist in Prythian. I never had or watched a c-section but I'd say if you know what you do, it's a lot more precise than what Madja did. And I can see Feyre even bearing that scar forever, or at least a very long time, after that shitshow. They all don't just heal clean, they all have scars somewhere.

On top of that pregnancies are a lot more than just the body. I assume you know that, I just want to talk about it. There is a baby just out of your body, the organs have to find their right places again and post partum is very hormonal. It's not just gone after pregnancy, there's a lot of hormones that you have to deal with after giving birth and Feyre also had a very traumatic birth that she has to deal with in the aftermath.

AND (I could be very wrong about that so don't take my word for it) I think Feyre mentioned once that it's easier to gain weight as Fae. I think that was connected to her training with Cassian.

So Feyre being curvier than before after her pregnancy is not far from possible. And I am kinda sad that we don't get to see Feyre working with her struggles in her pov.

[praetorqueenreyna]

okay but how funny would it have been if SJM had feyre casually be like "yeah rhys gets me pregnant every other week bc he's SO ULTRA FERTILE AND MASCULINE I just always get an abortion."

[huntquinlan]

in the version of acotar that exists in my mind, when rhys dies at the end of acowar his mantle and powers as the head of night transfer to feyre, making her not just high lady in name but in power. rhys is revived of course, but his powers no longer manifest as they once did when he was high lord of night and he has to relearn his own magic. this also fixes the power imbalance between feyre and rhys.