ACOTAR Oneshots

Feysand Fight**

Feyre stared at the fire, dangling a glass of red wine from her fingertips. She's been curled up in her chair for an hour, reliving Rhys's death in her head over and over again.

Feyre was beyond thankful that they both made it through the war unscathed and have been celebrating that fact for nearly two weeks. But she couldn't help the constant flashbacks of holding her dead mate in her arms.

Feyre downed the rest of her drink and set in on the table. She rubbed her face and sighed.

"Feyre?" called a voice from the other room, snapping her away from her thoughts. She peeked over her chair to find her mate standing in the doorway. His eyes sparkled when he saw her. Rhys sauntered up with a grin and kissed her forehead.

"Hi, Rhys." She whispered weakly with a faint smile.

Rhys looks down at the half drunken bottle of whine and raises his brows. "Partying by yourself tonight?" He comments and sits in the chair next to her.

Feyre stays silent, returning her gaze back to the fireplace. Immediately seeing she's upset, Rhys leans forward and grabs her hand. "Hey, whats going on?" He asks softly with concern reflected in his voice.

"I can't get it out of my head, Rhys. You dying." Rhys stares at her for a moment, unprepared for her answer, before he sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm right here with you. We made it out. You know I would never leave you." He smiled looking at his beautiful mate.

"But you were willing to." Feyre let it slide past her lips with more attitude than she intended.

Rhys was taken back and furrowed his brows in concern. "Darling, I didn't have a choice."

Feyre turned to face him with determination in her eyes. "What would have happened if they didn't bring you back? My daemati powers aren't as strong as yours, what if I couldn't get them all to agree to resurrect you?"

Rhys bowed his head and swallowed, clearly uncomfortable with the direction of this conversation.

"You would be dead, Rhys. Gone." Feyre stood and walked closer to the fire with her back facing Rhys. "And I would be all alone." She whispered quietly.

Rhys felt his heart drop. The last thing he wanted was his mate to feel sad. "Feyre, there's no need to worry about this anymore. We made it out. It's all in the past now."

Feyre whipped around. "But you died. And you would have surely stayed dead if just one of those highlord pricks decided to keep you that way."

Rhys smirked playfully, "I guess they wanted me around after all. The world wasn't ready to lose such greatness." He chuckled, trying to break the tension.

Feyre was not amused. "I'm serious, Rhys. I came so close to losing you."

"But you didn't. Can we not be happy now? Don't we deserve that much?"

"You're not getting it. Why did you make that sacrifice knowing you would die, knowing you would leave me without my mate." Feyre's voice quivered, gradually getting louder.

Rhys sighed, "It wasn't about that. I did it for our people. Not just our court, but for all of bloody Prythian."

"There were other ways, Rhys. We could have done something else if you had just told me what was happening!" Feyre was full on yelling at him now, making Rhys very unsettled.

"There wasn't enough time and it had to be done." His voice dropped to a much deeper tone.

"Well someone else could have done it!" She screamed.