#pro Feysand

[high-queen-feyre]

Friendly reminder that Rhysand got married to Feyre just so she could call him her husband, while also getting properly mated even when marriage is weak compared to what they have just cause he wanted Feyre to have that human piece of herself with her forever.

Also because he wanted Feyre to call him "my husband"

[azrielsshadows42]

Nyx: Why is it called a painting?

Nyx: It's done. It should be called a painted.

Rhysand: *sobbing* Nyx, please, it's 4AM... go to sleep.

Cassian: He's right though

Rhysand: STAY OUT OF OUR ROOM!

[azrielsbxtch]

Duh

Art by @onetimeisketched on IG

[oristian]

+ PRYTHIAN’S PRETTIEST COUPLES ,

ART CREDIT — frostbite.studios

[velidewrites]

Feyre, to Rhys: I love laying my head on your chest when you’re sleeping so I can hear you breathe

Nesta, to Cassian: I recorded you snoring so you can hear how fucking loud you are and why I can’t fucking sleep

[l14099l]

✨️THIS FEYSAND ART✨️

by lamonyo

[lovelyfawnxx]

Night Triumphant and the Stars Eternal

🎨art by giannyfili on IG

[feyrescourt]

chapter 48, I will always love you

art by nicki.li_

[ater-love]

Feysand coded

[separatist-apologist]

“No more secrets.” She met his eyes levelly. “Swear to me there will be no more secrets—ever again. Only in exchange for that, will I remain your wife.”

Happy @the-lonelybarricade appreciation week! For the next seven days, I’ll be sharing art pieces from my favorite LB Feysand fics in celebration of her birthday! I hope everyone celebrates along with me! This is a day early given her birthday is tomorrow and @officialfeysandweek just so happens to coincide (gosh I wonder who planned that 👀).

This sweet moment is from Darling, Lets Run with the infamous Prick!the Cat. Honeyypears was an absolute gem for creating this last minute for me. It's stunning and absolutely perfect and I hope everyone loves it as much as I did.

🚫 do not repost

[intairnwetrust]

"I know High Ladies are probably supposed to wear a new dress every day," I mused, smiling at the gown, "but I'm rather attached to this one."

He ran his hand down my thigh. "I'm glad."

"You never told me where you got it - where you got all my favorite dresses."

Rhys arched a dark brow. "You never figured it out?"

I shook my head.

For a moment, he said nothing, his head dipping to study the dress.

"My mother made them."

Art by @alexandrabrlm_art on Instagram

[moonpatroclus]

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 ✨🌌🤍

Happy Feysand Week! For the @officialfeysandweek dreamers prompt, @cauldronblssd and I couldn’t resist seeing some soft, cozy Feysand featuring a snuggly Nyx 🥹

Thank you so much to the sweet and talented b_astora for working with us!

[high-queen-feyre]

Look guys! I found the inside of Rhysand's brain!

I just know dude is HIGH KEY obsessed with Feyre being the love of his life and his little family of three.

[oristian]

@officialfeysandweek DAY FIVE — FATED

“I’d been painting out that nightmare for nearly two hours, my back to the door, when Rhys entered. He remained utterly silent. It wasn’t the contented silence he sometimes fell into while he observed me painting. It was pure, shocked silence.

I’d twisted to look at him just in time to see him crash to his knees.

And then he’d been weeping, and laughing, and all I could make out in his ecstatic babbling was one word: baby. I’d leaped off the stool. I was weeping too by the time I launched into his arms, knocking us both to the ground, and he’d put a hand to my stomach in wonder.”

— ACOSF Feysand bonus chapter

Fate is a hungry, lonely girl hunting in the middle of the winter forest, eye-to-eye with a wolf. Fate is a song slipping into a cell deep under a mountain. Fate is a little boy with blue eyes in a prison. Fate is the tug of a bond that connects two souls, and the promise of forever.

ART CREDIT dudledudlesss

COMMISSIONED BY @oristian

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST

ALSO FOUND ON INSTAGRAM (HERE)

[velidewrites]

Feyre: You have nice eyes

Rhys: Thanks, your kids can have them too

[highladyelenna]

Feyre: *screaming because she’s stuck in the weavers chimney*

Rhys: Huh.. *resumes carving his and feyres intials in a tree*