#post-utm

A little excerpt from Chapter 5 of my Feysand fic For Three Months:

Fiancé. The proposal also made it across the bond, turning Rhysand’s quiet evening of paperwork vile. His knuckles were bleeding, white dust and plaster flakes littering the study, powdering his dark hair. The gaping hole in his wall only stared at him.

Did that make you feel better? Did that change anything? It mocked.

Possessive fae instincts had night-kissed power rolling off of him in thunderous waves. It soaked into the very air he breathed, cloaking the study in cold, starless night. He had no claim to her, he knew, even if she was his mate. But the black scales rippling out across his skin in patches didn’t care.

She was his mate. His equal, the other half of his soul. And the beast lying just beneath the surface was roaring, was raging to be let loose.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Feyre Archeron & Rhysand Characters: Mor - Character, Cassian, Azriel, Amren, The Inner Circle Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, very slightly canon-divergent, inner circle love, Rhys needs a hug, bat boy angst, Post-UtM, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault Summary:

“I landed at the Night Court, right as Mor was waiting for me, and I was so frantic, so…unhinged, that I told her everything. I hadn’t seen her in fifty years, and my first words to her were, ‘she’s my mate.’ And for three months…for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me.”