“Joy I Call Life” - Feyara
Check out this post , if you kind of want to know what’s going on. Chiara is my OC and I made a ship with her and Tamlin to start to build Tamlin’s redemption. She’s Rhys’s sister. In the post that’s linked I switched Chiara out for Rhys in a few scenes from ACOTAR. That included a certain kissing scene. So of course I couldn’t resist and neither could a few other so…
I cracked. And here I am.
Chiara sat on her throne. Any moment now. Any moment Azriel and Mor would come back with Veritas. Chiara sat up straight in her father’s throne - her throne. Keir sneered at her and Chiara adverted her gaze.
Her uncle laughed and Chiara swallowed. She tried not to remember when she was little. When her father had let him slide his hands…
“You’re going to be okay,” Chiara sucked in her breath, her fingers gripping onto the arms of her throne. She looked to her left slightly and Feyre was smiling, leaning against Cassian. “Ignore them. They can’t stand a woman being more powerful than them”
Chiara scowled her face before she could smile. She watched as her brother waltzed around the dance floor, women practically throwing themselves at him. Chiara nodded gently and she snapped at her uncle. Keir’s ears twitched.
“I’m thirsty,” Chiara said drily. She leaned back in her throne, slowly pulling one leg over the other. Power once again began to vibrate from her body and Feyre broke out into a grin. Rhys stopped dancing for a moment and he looked up at his litter sister, sprawled against her throne.
Her entire right leg was bare and she looked down at her nails. Her uncle stuttered and Chiara raised an eyebrow, a dark smile playing at her lips. “Wine,” Chiara suggested before looking away from him. Keir sputtered again before walking off.
“You’re the most powerful creature to ever walk this continent,” Feyre weaved through the crowd. She grabbed Rhys’s hand and began to dance with him and Chiara ducked her head, grinning softly. “Don’t tell me a bit of testosterone knocks you down”
Chiara sat a little straight and she leaned forward, watching Feyre. Cassian smirked and he crossed his arms. Feyre grinned and she spun around with Rhys, her dress fluttering around her.
“Your wine,” Her uncle spat out. Chiara pulled her eyes away from Feyre and she scowled. Slowly she got off her throne. Keir stumbled back and Chiara walked through the crowd.
Fae backed away from her, some glaring, some with mouths wide open. Feyre sucked in her breath and she placed her hand on Rhys’s chest. Chiara weaved across the dance floor until she was staring at Feyre.
“Two is better than one,” Chiara held her hand out. Cassian choked from the corner and Rhys’s eyebrows shot up. Feyre’s hand trembled as she reached out for Chiara’s hand.
“After Amarantha, are you sure-”
“You’re not her. I’ve known that since Calamnai,” Chiara tugged Feyre Cursebreaker against her and she smiled, tugging her hips closer. “You’re not like anyone in this world, Feyre”
“Is that a good thing?” Feyre slowly moved her feet. She wasn’t sure if they both immediately fell into leading or if they both tried to hold back, wanting to follow. Eventually Feyre forced Chiara to lead and she braced one hand on the nape of her neck, and the other on her waist.
“It’s the best thing in the world,” Chiara spun Feyre around and she lead her around the circle that had crowded around them. A distraction. The best one in the history of Prythian. Feyre grinned and she spun around Chiara, before pulling in.
Their shoulders brushed and Feyre flushed. “Too much wine?” Chiara teased, making Feyre waltz backwards as she took the lead once again. Chiara braced her hands on Feyre’s waist and Feyre rolled her hips, grinning.
Chiara’s eyes widened and she sucked her breath in. Feyre slowly walked around her, running her fingers down her bare back. Chiara reached her hand out and their arms locked around the forearms. Her right and Feyre’s left, both facing to ends of the gapping crowd.
Chiara tugged Feyre in, pressing the female against her chest. “This is the best thing that has happened to me in a long while, Feyre Cursebreaker”
Chiara kissed Feyre’s shoulder gently. She looked up and saw her brothers standing in the crowd, Cassian and Rhys. Chiara stared at Rhys for a while. Her brother slowly raised his thumbs, grinning.
A grin burst free from her face and she spun Feyre around, pressing their hips together before they began to dance again. Feyre snaked her arms around Chiara’s neck, before kicking her leg in between her thighs and pulling upwards.
Chiara sucked in her breath as Feyre slowly leaned back. Her throat bobbed three times. Chiara braced her hand behind Feyre’s back and gripped her hip with the other hand. Feyre stretched her arms out and she gasped when Chiara yanked her up, pressing their foreheads together.
“I’m glad to be of service, my High Lady” Feyre breathed. She slowly turned Chiara around, running her hands down her bare sides, over the gold dress. Chiara snaked her hips back and forth, rolling them to the front and back as Feyre stood behind her.
Chiara moved her arms out like the wind and Feyre studied her before copying her movements. Together they moved as two intertwined snakes, and at some point Feyre took over when it came to leading. Their arms snaked together, tangling the two females together.
Feyre rolled her hips and Chiara smiled, tugging Feyre until she fell into her chest. Feyre paused and Chiara grabbed her face, kissing her suddenly. Feyre gasped. Whispers and screams erupted but all Feyre did was pull Chiara closer and kiss her harder.
Chiara laughed against her lips and she began to slowly spin them around, still kissing her. Their foreheads braced against each other, Feyre leaning back slightly. Feyre moaned and she slipped her fingers through Chiara’s hair, stumbling for a moment. Chiara caught her quickly and dipped Feyre, even as the High Fae was breathing harder and harder.
Feyre’s chest was completely flushed and Chiara stared down at her, her eyes glazing over. She looked up and saw Azriel with Mor, the Veritas in his hand. His mouth was wide open, but Chiara looked back at Feyre.
“Come now, Feyre Darling,” Chiara pulled Feyre upright and she straightened her back, walking through the crowd. She held her arm out and let Feyre hold it, licking her lips slowly.
Keir darted out in front of them and he snarled. “You little-” Chiara slowly raised her hand and Keir dropped down to his knees, his hands wrapping around his throat.
“Nothing about me is little. Not anymore Uncle Keir. If you can handle a High Lady, you can handle her lady love” Chiara smiled sweetly and she broke Keir’s arm for good measure before stepping around him as if he were a piece of furniture.
“Dance well into the night,” Chiara lifted her hand up to the Night Court. Everyone flinched and she smirked, before walking out of the Hewn City with Feyre by her side. Mor followed behind them and Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel took up the rear.
“I’ve never kissed a girl before. You’re my first,” Feyre whispered. Chiara smiled and she looked over at Feyre.
“I will be the first of a lot of things, Feyre Cursebreaker” A statement and a promise. A promise that would be well kept.
New bond, who Rhys?
If you guys enjoyed that PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave comments. I was a bit nervous about writing these two but I really like how this turned out. I can’t believe I just made them a ship. No going back now.
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