In the end I hope it’s you and me (in the darkness I would never leave) - a Feysand fic
Finding herself cornered by the infamous High Lord of Night, Feyre Archeron is very aware of three things: her delusion in thinking that the painting supplies her father sneaks in with the shipments would continue to go unchecked; how much of a fool's errand attempting to run away had been; and the strangest tugging sensation under her ribs...
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Or a mates UTM story, but Feyre is High Fae, born to a Hybernian merchant father and a Day Court scribe mother.
Read on AO3, excerpt below.




















