#feyrian

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Read on Ao3 Multi: Burning in the Starlight-Feyre x Eris x Rhysand 🌶 BitS Masterlist Her Dark Angels-Feyre x Azriel x Cassian 🌶 Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 F x F: What Lies Beneath-Mor x Elain The Voice of Truth-Feyre x Mor TVoT Masterlist

F x M: My Duty, Nothing More // Part 2-Feyre x Jurian 🌶 Scars on the Soul-Feyre x Azriel 💧 Down on One Knee-Tarquin x Gwyn

[shallyne]

SJM Crackshipmonth: Fluff

Between Tents and Mosquitoes

Day nineteen of @sjmcrackshipmonth and today's ship is Feyre x Jurian.

Words: 830

TW: none

Feyre and Jurian go on a little camping trip

With a muttered curse, Feyre threw away the damn poles of the tent and flopped on the hard ground, cursing again. She watched videos about tents at home, before they left and even printed instructions for herself but she still managed to do something wrong. She groaned up at the afternoon sky, praying that her boyfriend wouldn't come back soon to see her like this.

Of course her prayer was ignored as she heard the heavy footsteps of Jurian and soon, he stood beside her, looking down at her. He knew this exact expression like she knew the backside of her hand. That asshole suppressed a laugh, amusement written on his face. "The whole forest could hear you cursing." he chuckled, shaking his head. "You scared the animals. Are you now finally accepting my help?"

Feyre narrowed her eyes and jumped up and pushed him to the side. "No." she said, gathering the poles that she had thrown away. She only needed to calm down and try again. Reading through her instructions again, she was fairly confident that the fourth try would be the lucky one. Now she would have no problems at all.

"You're so stubborn." Jurian said behind her, with no trace of judgment. "You know you don't have to be independent all the time."

As Feyre clicked the poles together, she held back the urge to roll her eyes. "I know how this is going to end. This is supposed to be a relaxing weekend, I will not talk about my mother. Or father. Or my sisters."

Jurian sighed, his shoes clicking on the ground as he, no doubt, bounced his knee up and down. Feyre knew this was a tic of his that he did when he was nervous or frustrated. Knowing that it couldn't be the former, Feyre almost snapped at him for being frustrated with her but…honestly, she got it. Feyre knew that she was carrying baggage from her childhood and she easily got irritated when someone tried to talk with her about it. Of all people, Jurian was the only person, besides Mor, that Feyre had the least problems with talking openly about it. But that didn't mean she didn't have any problems at all. Depending on the day, Feyre had a hard time opening up but she knew Jurian felt the same about his own childhood, that's why he was so understanding with her.

"You don't look relaxed at all." Jurian pointed out. Hissing at a very stubborn pole, Feyre turned around and slumped her shoulders.

"Better?"

"Not at all." Jurian replied, grinning. "Just let me help. I know you can do it but it will be quicker."

She looked down at the tent, then at Jurian, "Fine." she said. "Help."

Jurian smiled, wiping his hands on his pants and walked over to Feyre. "Take this." he told her, pressing the end of the pole in Feyre's hands and started weaving it through the sleeve of the tent. He did the same on the side and with the other, shorter, poles. "You need to slowly raise this pole," he told her, pointing to the middle one. Feyre nodded and did as he instructed. As she held, Jurian walked around the tent and fastened the tent to the ground, they repeated that a few times until the tent stood all on its own.

"You're good at this." Feyre said.

Jurian winked at her, "I already did this once or twice."

"Of course," she rolled her eyes. "You could have started with that little piece of information."

He laughed, gathering the rainfly and draped it atop the tent. "I thought the picture of me and my father told you enough."

Feyre huffed, securing the rainfly on the back of the tent, Jurian doing the same on the front. "I know you were already camping but I didn't know you set up a tent on your own."

"I didn't," he replied. "But I helped my father." Together, they staked the remaining edges of the tent and secured the ropes. "Look, we did amazing!"

"We did." Feyre agreed, linking her arm with Jurian’s. "But I could have done it alone."

"I don't doubt it but I'd rather we finish this before nightfall," he said. Feyre slapped his arm, barely containing her smile. "Because I wanna show you something."

"What?" Feyre asked.

"You'll see."

They both put their backpacks in the tent and closed it. Jurian took Feyre's hand as they followed an overgrown dort path until they reached a cliff. Feyre gasped at the view, squeezing his hand, "I never saw something so beautiful!" she exclaimed as the sky got an orange tint as the sun started to set.

"Me neither." Jurian said. Feyre smiled up at him, realizing that Jurian already looked at her. She kissed him. Once, twice, then tugged on his hand. Together they sat there, watching the sunset as Feyre leaned her head on his shoulder.

She could get used to this

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[booksimpsblog]

Feyre and Jurian are Bucky and Natasha (Winterwidow)🖐🏻

[nightingaletrash]

Tagged: Get to Know Me

I was tagged by the lovely @sharraus thank you!!!

Favourite colour: purple!! I particularly like the darker, richer shades like royal purple and such.

Currently reading: the Lies of Locke Lamora - I basically recognised the fact that I needed to read something so I picked it up because it was a thiefy rogue story. Only read the intro so far, but I’m enjoying the vibe rn.

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[xxarchdemonslayerxx]

Another Warden doodle dump because I guess I'm still not done with these. Wanted to draw some more companions too. I won't promise that this is the last one.

→First one

[kobakova]

hey everyone I’m happy to show you all my first commission which belongs to the lovely @maleficarum-regrets!!

thank you SO MUCH for the commission and Feyrian was so fun to draw he is SO PRETTYYY and i love him sm ❤️❤️

here is also my commission information below for anyone who is interested 👇

[friberchi]

Half-elf cleric Vrenne for my art raffle winner @feyriane​  ♡ ♡

[maleficarum-regrets]

i for one think they should pay him to stand around and look pretty

[cafeentresuenosdepapel]

"Fuego (Saga Infinito nº1) Tara G.

“Fuego (Saga Infinito nº1) Tara G.

Título: Fuego Autor: Tara G. Fecha de publicación: 3 septiembre de 2018 Editorial: Editorial LxL Género: Romántica paranormal Saga: Infinito n°1 Idioma: Español ISBN-10: 8417516271 ISBN-13: 978-8417516277 ASIN: B07GVQ1MQ1 Longitud: 359 páginas (ebook) / 430 páginas (papel) Precio: 4.99€ (ebook) / 19.90€ (papel)

SINOPSIS

Ada es una chica de dieciochos años que no acaba de encontrar su lugar en el mundo.

Jo…

[hereticalsoulsarchive]

❝ But what about you? Who gets to keep you safe? ❞ @feyrae (  feyre & dorian )

   safe. it was a concept he barely understood anymore.  it had been hard to feel safe with his father’s exacting rules and obvious disappointment in him, hard when his mother’s interest had been more in how he might further her popularity or wealth with a good match.  there’s a crease in his brow as he thinks on her words,  fingers tangle through hers with that natural easy grace that has marked most of their relationship.  their first meeting might have been rocky but... the love hadn’t been long in growing. 

  ‘  chaol did.  for a while.  ‘  remembering him hurt, a swallow as he rolled onto his side. the straw jabbing at his skin through the thin shirt he wore.  ‘ he was like a brother to me.  did anything i asked, kept me safe when i was too stupid to do it myself.  ‘  his words trail off, he shifts slightly.  the summer night is warm. a far cry from the first time they laid in this barn together. huddled into each other for warmth, because privacy had been worth the cold. her sisters too curious, her father polite but quizzical. all asking questions that dorian couldn’t answer, but to people he couldn’t bear to lie to. 

  joined hands are brought to his lips, he kisses her knuckles as he sighs.  ‘ you do -- now -- in your way.  there’s more than one kind of safe.  more than one kind of danger to protect from.   ‘  dorian was the danger,  the magic in his veins raw and wild could consume him.  but she --- she made him feel alive, she made him feel human -- and somehow that humanity, fragile as it was - tightened the bond of the unwieldy beast that was that power in his veins.

  ‘ i was in danger of being very lost -- but i can’t get lost now can i? not when i’ve got my northern star -- ‘ their foreheads touch as he leans closer, their noses brush -- he leans to let his lips brush hers with a low noise in the back of his throat.  ‘ i’ll never be lost again feyre archeron -- you will always be the guide.  pointing me true north -- towards everything good -- towards everything right. ‘  

    and so the boy fell more in love with the girl. the prince with the peasant. yet they were equals in that love. great and terrible as it grew between them. the love that would never be at the right time, or with the right people, that love that would give them hope and tear it away just as quickly. he is enraptured by her. he will never escape that, even if he’d wanted to. 

[starfall-spirit]

Ship: Feyrian

Summary: After a border breach resulting in an attempt on Feyre's life, precautions are deemed necessary to protect the lone heiress. It wouldn't be such a bother to Feyre if her childhood friend still acted as such, but after four years of distance, Jurian's views have changed.

It isn't her best friend guarding her, but a man like any other soldier there to do a simple job. The question is whether desire will outweigh a good soldier's sense of duty, or if Feyre has completely lost the boy she used to know.

CW: Mutual Pining. This will be two parts. The second part will be NSFW.

Chapter I: Reunion

“No.”

“Feyre—”

“I said no. I will not have some guard hovering day and night because of your groundless fears.”

“You were attacked!” her father snarled. “Barely ten feet into our forests you were attacked. If it weren’t for that fool being so poorly trained, you’d be dead.”

She nearly scoffed. The bastard who attacked her had been trained well enough. But so had she, by her own hard work alone and the occasional help of guards around her when she was left in the company of her governess—an old woman easy enough for her to escape as a child and young teen, now thankfully absent in her early adulthood. It wasn’t a lucky punch that left him incapacitated, whatever her father may believe, but multiple tactical blows.

But princesses didn’t learn to fight. They didn’t need to. She was born with the sole purpose of marrying well and granting the kingdom a pureblood heir. Her husband would tell the armies where and when to march. She would stand aside and let him. That little reality had never sat well. She could easily recall the moment her views on her duty changed for good.

~~~~~

After another dreadful etiquette lesson years ago she snuck into the barracks, tracking down the lightest wooden sword she could find. She was caught before she could sneak out again, by a boy with moppish brown hair and warm eyes, just a few years older than her. While she was taught to act like a lady from a young age, the soldiers started early on too. He couldn’t have been past fourteen back then.

He merely took the sword from her hands and set it back on the rack, saying, “If you wish to learn, my lady, I would be happy to ask my father to teach you when you’re able to attend.”

“My father would forbid it,” she said with a frown. “I do not have as many freedoms as one may assume, the only daughter and heir and all that nonsense.”

“My father is trustworthy. Come here when you can escape that old woman. I would like to serve a warrior queen one day.”

“Thank you… What is your name?”

“Jurian, Your Highness.”

She nodded. “Jurian, I can not guarantee repayment. At least, nothing monetary.”

“As I said, seeing the first warrior queen would be reward enough.” She flinched as an equally frail and shrill voice called to her. If her governess would just let her be. “Good evening, Your Highness.”

~~~~~

“Father, I do not need to be monitored like some helpless child. I—”

“Jurian,” he called, once again interrupting her protest as if she was nothing more than a pest. 

In her anger, Feyre hadn’t realized her long-time trainer and friend was the ruggedly handsome man posted by the door when she stormed in to address the note her father sent about a guard trailing her if she left her room. But there he was, back from his assignment on the eastern edge of their territory. Posted there at the door and hearing every word of her rant. Mother spare her.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness.”

Impassive as his face was, she knew he was bound to bend. He wanted a warrior queen, but he still served a king of tradition. And he’d vow to protect a supposedly powerless princess, threatened in the woods.

“You’ll see to it my daughter is kept safe within our walls. She’s not to go beyond the market square. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” He turned to her, his usual grin restrained to a polite half smile. “Am I to begin immediately?”

“Immediately,” her father confirmed. “You are not to leave her alone until she retires for the evening. That will be all.”

He bowed again before turning back to Feyre. “Your Highness.” 

She just kept from clenching her fists in her ridiculous dress, each step clipped with anger as she stormed from the room. Jurian kept in step behind her, his face clear of any expression each time she turned to look. Her hesitation there wasn’t entirely due to his chosen solitude, but to how she felt her own emotions shifting each time she looked at him. In the four years they had been apart he had changed. Matured. He wasn’t the mop-headed boy just turning twenty, but a true man. Refined, she’d go as far as to say. But still holding a slightly wild glint in his eyes, despite his stiff behavior.

They had made it all the way to her art room before she broke the silence. “What is wrong with you?” she asked.

“Pardon?”

“Oh don’t act all formal now. You haven’t spoken to me that way since we were children.”

“And it was wrong of me to fail in that regard. You are my princess. I should have always treated you as such.”

She blinked, confusion setting in. Clearly a thing or two had changed in the years he was away. Here they were, once dear friends and now total strangers it appeared. Not only was he failing to treat her as a friend, but he’d fully returned to seeing her as nothing more than his princess. The little doll everyone wanted her to be. Her only true friend in this gilded cage was just another soldier now.

“I take it you won’t join me in training tonight?”

“No, princess. I’m afraid not.”

“Very well then.” Turning on her heel, she shut the door to her painting room, doing all she could to avoid thinking about the betrayal found just outside of it.

~~~~~

“By the Mother, why me?”

Jurian had done his part, keeping his country from war. He thought that would be the greatest trial of his lifetime, unless another conflict came about during his time of service. He didn’t think it would be the moment he was assigned to protect Feyre. She was still the girl he remembered from a time before he was called to the east. At eighteen she had mostly matured, a gangly girl becoming a lady. But she had still been a bit baby-faced then. Naive in looking for a bit more guidance.

But just fifteen minutes ago she swept into the hall like a raging storm, straight to her father’s throne and starting a fight she’d never win. But her spirit had only grown since their parting, and she wouldn’t back down without a fight. He’d heard rumors in his camp from new recruits of a princess who drew in suitors with her beauty and drove them away with that spirit, though some called it something far less kind. 

And he hung on every word until he was finally called home, witnessing it for himself. And he could see it all within her. Beauty Untamable, she might name that self-portrait she’d never paint. Hearing every word of that exchange, he didn’t think she’d have caved if her father called on someone she was unfamiliar with.

But she had trusted him. Let the argument die with the assumption he would neglect his duty to the crown in favor of appeasing his charge. But what he had learned in the past four years was that nothing could come before honoring the crown and what was asked of it. The king’s order would stand higher than the princess’. And he would obey it until the moment she took the crown herself, undoubtedly putting whatever suitor remained in his place. A simple man married to a queen who would not be silenced. 

She was everything he wanted. And everything he could never have. She was his duty, nothing more.

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[shallyne]

Feyrian AU

Where Feyre is born in Hybern and Jurian joins Hybern after he was dumped by Miryam for Drakon and is now seeking revenge. Feyre worked herself up as a higher tanking soldier and Jurian gets a similar position after he proves himself to the king of Hybern so this is how they meet.

Feyre is wary of Jurian first but they both find some peace in each other that they need. After Jurian manages to become one of Hyberns most trusted advisors, he starts slowly uncovering to Feyre about his true intentions which Feyre has a hard time to believe at first. She was raised to believe that Hybern has the best interest for them and she swore to fight by his side and even die for a better world. Feyre gets understandably super angry but Jurian keeps her from stomping into Hyberns castle and most likely kill herself. Instead, they make a plan.

They secretly bring out Hybern’s insider secrets to Prythian, most of them to the High Lord of the Night Court. They make as much damage to the inside of Hyberns army as possible so when it's time to go wary everyone falls apart and the King of Hybern finds them on the other side of the battlefield.

Feyre almost dies during the battle and that is when Jurian holds her in his arms and confesses his love for her. Feyre survives and together with the power of the High Lords they defeat the Hybern armies and kill the King of Hybern.

Then they live their happily ever after

[booksimpsblog]

What is a SJM multiverse friendship that you think would work really well?

I’d say Feyre and Jurian.

[nightingaletrash]

The general chat in our dnd server when Anda is DMing o.o

[xxarchdemonslayerxx]

I've been replaying Origins, this time with the grey warden armor mod, which I'm obsessed with tbh. Went to draw one, maybe two sketches of my warden (because I think he's neat) and it got a bit out of hand.

More of the same

[kobakova]

there are two ways elves approach new plants.

here’s a lil comic about a playdate between Aarod and Feyrian (belongs to @maleficarum-regrets) enjoyyyyy 🥰

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