Written In The Stars (Feyre/Rhysand fic)

A/N So seeing as we have had literally zero SJM wedding scenes, I decided to write one of my own for Feyre and Rhys! Hopefully we might get a wedding scene in one of the novellas, but for now I just wanted to write my own. If you like it, I may post more of my own short fanfics, so let me know!

Warning: Contains spoilers for the A Court Of Thorns And Roses trilogy.

Written In The Stars

Feyre gazed into the mirror as Nuala put the finishing touches to her dress. Mor watched proudly from her spot on Feyre's bed, clad in a striking blood red dress of her own, her hair in soft blonde waves around her face.

"I can't believe you and Rhys are finally to be married," she sighed happily. "It sure took long enough."

"It sure did," laughed Feyre, thanking Nuala for her help, and turning to admire herself in the mirror. This dress was everything her one for Tamlin had not been. That stupid thing had been an idiotic mess of frills and lace and puffed sleeves and goodness knows what other frivolous fluff. Similar to the current trends in Velaris, this dress was sultry and revealing, albeit still retaining a high amount of class. The high slit up one side flashed a glimpse of her bare legs as she twirled around to see herself from all angles in the mirror, causing Mor to clap approvingly. The top clung to her figure, hinting at the soft curves beneath. Instead of a traditional white or ivory, the gown was a midnight blue, with a little black lace here and there. It shimmered a little in the light, casually reminding Feyre what day it was. Starfall. She had been assured by the talented fae who had made the dress that, come evening, the stars would reflect off her dress and transform it to an otherworldly beauty. It was so perfect that they would be married on Starfall; it meant so much to her darling Rhys and it was the most beautiful time of the year in Velaris. Feyre could hardly wait for Rhys to see the dress; she knew he would love it, but worried slightly it would not survive the day if there was any chance for them to be alone. Rhys had an unfortunate habit of tearing clothes of with little regard for the flimsy material. Ah well, when it came down to it, a dress was only a dress. She would just have to remind him to try and be careful.

The door banged open and Amren strode into the room, wearing a similar dress to Mor. They were both to be Feyre's bridesmaids. When Feyre had asked them to be her bridesmaids, Mor had squished her in a warm hug, crying and promising to be the best bridesmaid ever. Amren had merely said she would do if it she had to, but Feyre could see through her and knew she was secretly pleased. However, now she looked a little less happy.

"I hate this dress!" she snapped. "It looks ridiculous."

Feyre thought Amren looked stunning, although to be fair, the tiny female could wear absolutely anything and still ooze style.

"Amren, if you hated it, you would never had put it on in the first place. Stop making a fuss, today is Feyre's day."

Amren sniffed but let it drop and sat down next to Mor, shooting Feyre an approving glance. "A High Lady and a High Lord to be married," she grinned. "That's a first."

"If Viviane gets her way it won't be the last time either." grinned Feyre, causing Mor to laugh. Although Viviane was already married, she was determined that Kallias would make her a High Lady, the same way Rhys had done for Feyre. Although she had only met the lovely female a few times, Feyre was looking forward to seeing her later, along with most of the other High Lords. They had all been invited apart from Beron and Tamlin. It was a show of trust, letting them into Velaris and letting them celebrate the wedding and Starfall alongside the inner circle. Nesta, Elain, Lucien, and a few of Rhys' other friends had been invited too. Although they would not be attending the ceremony, the good people of Velaris would also be celebrating throughout the day. Feyre felt grief for a second as she thought of the other person whom she wished could be there; the suriel. It had been integral in setting her and Rhys up, and she missed it dearly. It made her happy though to think how gleeful the suriel would be, watching down on them. She bet it would have loved a wedding.

The sweet melody of tower bells rang in the distance. Mor leapt to her feet. "Shit, we're late!" The three hurried out together, laughing and sparkling with excitement. Feyre had thought she would be nervous, but she felt right at home, safe and comfortable with her friends. Amren squeezed her hand gently and the small yet rare gesture was all Feyre needed to know that this was right. This was where she was meant to be.

The females made their way to a small valley by the Sidra river. Vibrant wildflowers covered the ground, tickling the hem of Feyre's dress. They all slowed to a dignified walk, and, as if sensing their presence, the musicians began playing an upbeat melody from the other side of the valley. Mor and Amren fell back slightly, and they started walking towards the ceremony. As they got closer, Feyre could make out the figures of the High Lords, all dressed in their finest and most splendid outfits. She could also see the strong and tall frames of Cassian and Azriel standing beside - her Rhys.

He looked more beautiful than ever, if that was possible. He was wearing simple dark pants and a white shirt, his tight muscles clearly visible through the thin material. Feyre tried to keep her pace slow and dignified, although she was longing to rush forward and kiss him. Tarquin shot her a reassuring and friendly smile as she made her way through the small gathering, up to Rhys.

The wildflowers set off the violet in his eyes, mysterious and enthralling. They were focused solely on Feyre as she finally came to face with him, unable to stop a cheeky grin from slipping out. Rhys was silent for a moment, taking in his radiant bride. "Feyre," he whispered, and just the sound of her name on his tongue, how he spoke it with such care and reverence, was enough.

The ceremony was short and sweet. Feyre was buzzing with anticipation as the final vows were spoken, the final words exchanged. Without further hesitation, Rhys leaned in and kissed her, the first time they had kissed as husband and wife. I choose you, the kiss said, not just as my high lady and mate, but as my wife, to stand with me always. Feyre kissed Rhys back, sweet and passionate, barely hearing the clapping and music in the background. Earlier she had not wanted Rhys to damage the dress, but now all she wanted was for him to rip it off her, right here, she didn't care who was watching. She wanted to feel his soft kiss all over her body, his warm touch to claim her as his. She knew he sensed her feelings and wanted it to, as the kiss became more feverish with desire. There was a polite coughing behind them, and Feyre reluctantly pulled away, glaring at Cassian who was smirking at them. "Congratulations, High Lady," he winked. "It is unfortunate you are stuck with this old bat for good now, his wingspan is rather small. I doubt he will keep you satisfied for long."

Rhys hit Cassian around the head good naturedly. "That may be so, but as far as I can see, I'm the married one and you're still the male who can't get a date." he retorted. Cassian snorted with laughter, but Feyre caught him quickly glancing at Nesta, who was studiously ignoring him.

The next half hour was a true test of Feyre's patience; having to exchange pleasantries with the other High Lords whilst Rhys stroked her lower back and occasionally whispered what he would do to her when they alone was no easy feat. Eventually Mor told Feyre she would take over and oversee everything, allowing them to sneak off. Feyre was positively vibrating as they found a secluded spot in a meadow a fair distance away, where nobody would interrupt.

Rhys cupped her face in her hands. "My wife", he said, his voice cracking slightly. "My High Lady. My mate."

Feyre ran a hand gently through his inky hair. "My darling Rhys." she replied, and neither of them could wait any longer. Rhys kissed her, instantly parting her lips with his skilled tongue. Feyre moaned as he deepened the kiss, a slight butterscotch taste in her mouth. He ripped the dress off her, and she barely had a second to mourn the pretty fabric before he removed his own clothes and they lay down, surrounded by the flowers. Rhys began teasing her, leaving kisses along her neck, her shoulders, slowly trailing down to the sweet curves of her breasts. She let out a moan as he traced a circle with his tongue around her nipple, whilst his fingers began to move between her legs. She arched her back into him, demanding more, and Rhys flipped over so that she was on top of him, looking down into his beautiful face. "I love you," she whispered, kissing him again, and finally he stopped teasing her. They started moving together in a slow, steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and hard. Feyre dug her nails into his shoulders at the pleasure the movement brought here, the sheer joy of feeling their bodies become one. His light hands held onto her waist, supporting her as their rhythm increased pace. It did not take long for Feyre to feel her climax coming, and she embraced it, not stifling her loud moan when it hit her. She felt like she was flying and she would never fall down, all the time with Rhysand's reassuring touch on her body. They kept going long into the evening, unable to resist each other. It was like when they had accepted the mating bond, they couldn't control their desire. Eventually as they were pausing for breath, Feyre looked up at the sky.

"Starfall," she breathed. "Look, it's starting."

They lay side to side on the ground, holding hands as the beautiful lights started whizzing across the sky. Rhys pointed out two stars that kept bouncing off each other before eventually colliding in a beautiful burst of light. "That is us," he explained. "We couldn't keep away from each other, no matter how hard we tried. You see, my love, our story is written in the stars."

Feyre giggled. "I wonder what our wedding guests have been doing all day."

Rhys smiled wryly. "Velaris is a big city, I'm sure they will have found some form of entertainment. Even so, we should probably head back now."

The pair got up, hand in hand, and walked towards their future, together.

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