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Isa and Nyx part 5

"Have you come to kill me, my love?" Isa called out to Nyx as he approached her. She looked regal, sitting atop the spring court throne.

She oozed power like never before. Gone were the days of her frilly dresses. She was much more practical in a maroon jumpsuit and a gold corset. Rings adorned every finger and her ears were decorated in gold jewelry. Behind the dark charcoal covering her eyes and the various tattoos that covered her face, she still had a look of innocence. It was dangerous. It drew everyone in. Made Fae and human alike want to protect her. The item that garnered the most attention by far was the beautiful crown atop her head. It's black gems gleamed under the light. Nyx eyed her carefully before nodding his head. A signal to his companions to proceed with caution.

"No Isa, I come to talk some sense into you."

He did not want a fight. Especially with her, but if it came down to protecting his home or her. He would pick his home every time.

"That is why you accept my invitation with two night court warriors at your side?" Her eyebrows were raised as her eyes scanned both warriors by his side. She was sizing them up. Trying to determine their strengths and weaknesses just by their stance.

"They are my friends, first and foremost. I trust their advice." He didn't like the inherent threat Isa posed. She didn't have to say anything. Nyx understood the look in her eye alone. She felt outnumbered and vulnerable. She would certainly strike first if Nyx did not de-escalate the situation.

"I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting then. I am Isa, high lady of the spring court, leader of the eastern coven, and overseer of the spirits. And you are?"

She looked to the male first with a pleasant smile on her face. If Nyx had not informed them of Isa's true demeanor beforehand, they certainly would have been charmed by her. She could be the most likable fae in the room when she wanted to be.

"Uh," he paused to glance at Nyx "Val. Son of the Illyrian general and Valkyrie general?" He shuffled on his feet as a way to release the awkward tension. Val found the female before him to be beautiful, but something sinister lay below. Even as he felt that, he wanted to know her. It was almost an urgent feeling. To understand everything that made her this way. He gave her a cautious look as he attempted to fight against her magic. She gave him a disarming smile.

"And you?"

She addressed the female with an even larger smile. If the room hadn't been charged with an uncomfortable electricity, Melody would think this was a rather civil meeting.

"Melody. Daughter of the Shadowsinger."

She attempted to answer as vaguely as possible but the witch was too smart for that. Based on the warriors response, Isa knew Melody favored her mother. She also knew Melody viewed her mother as the weaker fighter.

"Mother?"

"A Valkyrie as well."

"A female of few words. You truly must be Azriel's daughter. You really do look just like your mother though. Especially with the red hair."

Melody's gaze sharpened immediately. They all heard the threat for what is was. It was what Isa was best at. Finding a weakness and zoning in on it so imperceptibly. She was so sly about it that Melody almost felt she overreacted until she saw Nyx's reaction. Nyx glared at Isa because he also saw the comment as a threat. Isa seemed bored with the threats because she switched back to the topic at hand with a roll of her eyes and a flick of her hand.

"Join me, Nyx. Join me in unifying Pyrinthian."

"Isa, you cannot do this." Nyx tried again, but before he could explain, Isa interrupted.

"Why?"

It seemed a genuine question. Her brows were scrunched together and her head tilted slightly to the right. It was hard to know when she was being genuine or not though. Nyx hated his mate bond in this moment. Because even though she had already threatened the lives of his friends and family, he still wanted to kiss her. He wanted to smooth out the scrunch of her brows and brush her long hair out of her face. Her white hair was longer than it had ever been. Part of it was braided away from her face but small pieces managed to escape. He wanted to push them to the side and caress her cheek. He hated how distracted she made him.

"Because it is wrong. Unifying is just a pretty way to say conquering." He strengthened his resolve. He would not let her win this one. It was wrong. Mate or otherwise, she could not change his mind.

"This fight is getting old, Nyx. You can pretend that I am immoral while you stand on the side of heroics and all things good, but you cannot fool me. I am your mate after all." She let out an exasperated sigh. She was right though. It was an old fight between them and not one he was willing to rehash at the moment.

"I will rule by your side in the spring court, but I will not be king of Pyrinthian and I will not help you become queen of it."

He hoped to placate her. He would live as a dutiful husband at her side. She could make all decisions as she see fit for her court and he would support her. Part of him even wanted that. The look on her face suggested she would rather eat her own hands before ruling idly by his side.

"So you are willing to kill Larissa out of jealousy, but draw the line at unification? Interesting morals." Isa pursed her lips in accusation. He was waiting for the moment she would bring this up. Nyx's friends shot him a wayward look. He had not briefed them on this tidbit. Mainly because he didn't want to relive the shame he felt.

"That is not fair. Larissa attacked me." He defend weakly. Isa's gaze sharpened at that. Nyx winced as he realized he should have just let it go.

"Do not insult my intelligence. You were upset that I was going to reject our mating bond, so you killed her." She stood from her throne as she shouted at the trio. It was the first instance of true emotion she had been willing to show. Melody instantly clocked it.

"That is not what happened. She was jealous of our bond and attacked."

"Surprise, surprise. Nyx, privileged prince of the night court refusing to take responsibility for his actions. Per usual." Isa deflected her anger with sarcasm. She sat back down and rolled her shoulders as if she was rolling the emotions she felt away from her body.

"Isa, I am sorry about Larissa but-" Nyx tried again but Isa would hear no more of it.

"Enough. You will be king of Pyrinthian by my side or you can join Larissa in the afterlife. Your choice."

Nyx's mistake was pausing. Before he could say anything, Isa flicked her hand to the right. A red smile carved itself into Melody's neck. Nyx reached out to grab her as she crumpled to the floor when he realized.

He cannot move.

"Melody!" He shouted for her. He turned his head to Val only to realize he could not move either.

"I will ruin your life exactly as you have ruined mine. I will become your worst nightmare."

An ugly look crossed Isa's face that promised pain and suffering for Nyx. He did not doubt she would follow through with that plan either.

"You monster." He shouted. He tried to fight whatever magical bond she had him under, but it was no use.

Suddenly, the image before him dissolved. Now, Isa was standing right in front of Nyx with Val on his knees before her. Nyx turned his head to see Melody standing next to him. Her wide eyes focused solely on Val. The confusion became worse as Isa poked at Val's wings.

"I heard these are valuable." She teased.

"Please, don't." He begged. A cruel smile lifted the edge of her mouth. She took Ataraxia, the sword Val had in his sheath, and brought it down on his wings, severing them from his back. There was a certain kind of malice behind using his own sword to disfigure him. Nyx would never forget the sounds of Val's screams or the images of his severed bloody wings. Tears were streaming down his face now. The confusion mixed with the brutal scenes he just witnessed had left him vulnerable. The scene before him once again dissolved away only to be replaced by something completely different.

Nyx was standing in a room, watching a scene play out. Isa was laying in a bed, sweaty and exhausted with a bloody baby laying on her chest. A small smile pulled at Isa's lips until an older woman approached.

"A girl."

"She's perfect." Isa replied as the old woman grabbed the baby off her chest.

Nyx finally realized what he was watching: Isa giving birth.

"What are you doing?" Isa asked. Her tone was slightly tinged with panic. The exhaustion still seemed to be winning out.

"Just going to clean her off. Don't worry."

Nyx continued to watch as Isa fell asleep and as she woke up again. Once the exhaustion ebbed away, panic set in full force.

"Where is she?" Isa yelled. Except no one answered. She kept tripping as she got out of the bed and walked towards the door. Once she realized it was locked was when all hell broke loose.

"Open the door!" She screeched. "Please, bring her back."

Nyx watched for the next hour as Isa screamed, and banged, and scratched at the door until her hands were raw and bleeding. He had never felt so trapped and desperate. He knew he was under some type of spell, but did not know how to break free. He could be stuck in this loop for the rest of his life, watching a past Isa lose her mind as her baby was stolen right from under her nose. Right at the moment he felt like he was losing himself, the image dissolved again. Nyx saw Isa still sitting in her throne looking as pristine as always. He turned to see both his friends looking as healthy as ever. Val with both wings still attached to his body and Melody with her neck untouched.

"What the hell was that?" He screamed at his mate.

"A reminder of what you made me into. You have ruined my life over and over again and I will repay the favor if I find it necessary. My child was ripped from my arms and sacrificed to the spirits for you. You murdered my lover. I could so easily show you what that feels like."

A desperate look entered her eyes. The same look he saw as her baby was snatched from her arms. He hated that even now the mate bond was at work. He hated how he wanted to comfort her. How he wanted to wrap his arms around her and promise that no one would ever hurt her again.

"I never asked you to do that for me." Was all he could muster. Val was on his knees groaning while Melody wept softly next to Nyx. He realized then that Isa had gifted them their own horror scene to live out.

"Are you trying to piss me off? Because you are doing an excellent job at it. Get out of my face if you do not wish to accept my offer."

She was giving him an out. He quirked his head to the side as he analyzed Isa. She felt the effects of the mate bond too and she didn't want to fight him on this. She wanted him to leave before it escalated.

"I am sorry, Isa. But I will not allow my home to fall under your rule."

"Do you find me incompetent? Why must one ruler mean Pyrinthian will fall?" She was soft as she said this. Softer than she had been in decades.

"You just showed me why you cannot be the ruler." He screeched. His emotions finally overwhelming him.

"You are not well, Isabelle." His voice was much softer now. "Until you come to terms with the past, you will never see how unhinged this plan is."

He decided to approach her then. The bond had become unbearably painful and he was tired of fighting it. Isa viewed him with a guarded look as he approached. The two females guarding Isa stepped closer to her as Nyx approached. Isa waved them off as Nyx knelt before her. He was so close Isa could see the tears in his eyes. She thought she might feel a sick sense of joy at his pain. Instead she just felt hollow. He grabbed her hands and held on tightly.

"I want you, Isa. I want a life with you. But not like this. Please," he had to catch his breathe to avoid a sob from seeping out. "Do not make me choose." He let his forehead fall into her lap. It was meant to hide his tears but he felt intoxicated by her closeness. She stared at him for so long. This chess game they had been playing seemed to come to a stalemate. She was trying to decide how best to move next. A quick glance at the pair of warriors who stood at the foot of the dais gave Isa the confidence to say the next few words. Even with their fae hearing, they would not hear her whispered words to Nyx.

"You never asked who the father was."

Nyx lifted his head to stare at her broken face. A face trying to hold back all the pain it had endured. But she couldn't hide the mate bond from him and he felt all her pain through that. Nyx didn't need to ask who the father was. Over the centuries they had known each other, they had always found their way back to each other. Even when they hated each other, they still shared a bed. He didn't need to ask who the father was because he had always known the only fae she would allow to finish inside her was him. They both remembered the prophesy. He always thought it was her way to punish him as well. If that had truly been the case though she would have sought him out the minute she discovered she was pregnant.

"You should have told me sooner." Tears streamed down his face as he gripped her cheeks in his hands. She was still staring at him with a desperate emotion. He knew tonight would not end well for one of them. That thought is what propelled him forward. He roughly pushed his lips against hers, pulling her out of her throne and down to her knees in front of him as well. He kissed her so desperately as though she could slip through his fingers. She kissed him back with the same amount of ferocity. Her hands gripped his face just as fiercely. Their lips and tongues battled for dominance but eventually he let her win, letting her determine the kiss. It was anguished and desperate and emotional. It was everything a kiss should and shouldn't be. He roughly pulled her lips away from his but left his forehead to rest on hers. Their lips brushed against each other as he murmured his next words.

"I want you."

She let out a breathe-less sob. That was the moment Nyx knew he had a chance. He pressed another rough kiss to her lips.

"Marry me, Isa."

"What?" She attempted to pull away with a startled look in her eye but Nyx wouldn't let her.

"Marry me. Please. Grow old with me. Bear my children. Please, Isa. Be content with the life we could have together."

Her eyes hardened at that. Her hands fell away from his shoulders. She began to push herself back up- to sit on the throne, Nyx was sure. He didn't let her get that far though. He kept a firm grip so that she was basically sitting in his lap. He felt as she shut off their bond.

"I will not be your housewife. I am not placated by sweet words, dear mate. You expect me to sit around, raise your children, while you are off on adventures, fucking your way through Pyrinthian? You are sorely mistaken if you think I will be satisfied by subpar sex." She hissed out. Nyx knew it was irrational to feel hurt by what she said. She was feeling exposed and nervous so she lashed out like she always does. And Nyx fell into her trap like he always does. It's the reason he couldn't understand why they were mated.

"You've never complained before." He shoved her off him and onto the ground as he stood up. He dusted off his suit before stepping off the dais. "Then again, I usually save the effort for those that are worth it." He watched as his friends winced at that. He didn't even want to look at Isa. He didn't want to imagine her reaction.

He turned to look as her once she started laughing, semi-hysterically. The black charcoal that rimmed her eyes now streaked down her cheeks. The only indication she had shed any tears.

"And you wonder why your sweet words cannot bend me to your will? Because I know they only last as long as I am complacent. That is how it has always worked between us." She screeched. No male could drive her to the level of insanity that this one could. She knew now that too much had transpired between them for a happily ever after to play out.

"Good bye." Nyx signaled to his friends that it was time to leave. Nothing could be fixed now. No amount of talking would convince Isa to throw away her plans.

"Do not walk away from me!" She shouted. The doors to the foyer closed on their own accord as Isa appeared in front of them. Her tattoos were glowing as she glared at the trio. Val gripped his sword as Melody glanced for another exit.

In the next blink, Isa's eyes turned solid black and Nyx knew what that meant. He had to act fast before they were all killed. He thrusted out his sword, but Isa dodge him quickly. He swung again, only to graze her arm. The transformation was already beginning though. Her hands had turned to talons and her skin was turning to scales.

"I think you failed to mention this development." Melody shouted over the roaring wind in the room. It was so strong it stung as it licked at their skin. Nyx could almost hear the spirits taunting him. Isa lashed out with a long talon. Nyx barely dodged as he reached for her again. He would not let his friends die. He knew exactly when she was at her weakest during the transformation. He would have a small window of time to act. He just had to keep them all alive until then.

"I figured you knew she could shape shift. Her father could." Nyx shouted back as he tried to keep Isa's attention on him. He was dodging and returning with a strike of his own. Val was attempting to rush her from behind but the wind made it hard. Melody, who was the smallest of the three, was still struggling to stand against its strength.

"Yeah...into a wolf!" Val shouted back. "What the hell is this?"

Nyx's moment was arising. Just as her teeth began to elongate, her neck broke. Her head was hanging limply backwards as Nyx drove his sword into her abdomen. Suddenly, the wind stopped and the transformation began to reverse with his sword still buried in her stomach. Once the adrenaline faded, Nyx looked up to see Isa staring back at him. Not the monster she had become, but the girl he first met decades ago. She fell back onto the floor and Nyx felt the gravity of what he had done. The mate bond was shriveling and screeching and dying. He stared at her crumpled body a moment longer before rushing to her. He knelt down and picked her up. Holding her body close to him.

Nyx wrapped her tighter in his arms. Slow tears leaked from her eyes while Nyx tried to blink his away.

"I am sorry, Isa."

Blood gently poured from her lips. They both knew this was the end. This was how it was always meant to end.

"Only a hero would kill his own mate to save the world."

He had never felt as disgusted with being a hero as he did in this moment. Isa slowly lifted her hand to his face, blood still covered it. She softly stroked his cheek. Nyx held her closer to him. If he was not already on his knees, he would have fallen to them from the pain searing through his heart.

"I had to." He whispered. "I had to."

"I know." She spluttered. Blood from her mouth hit his face. A sob finally broke from his mouth.

Everything had finally hit him. The decades of fighting with her had caused an insurmountable level of anxiety. It didn't go away with her death though. It only seemed to increase tenfold. He didn't know how long he sat holding her. He felt Melody peeling him away from Isa.

"No!" He shouted. "I can't leave her." He scrambled to her again, only for Val to grip his arms and winnow them away.

He swore to himself then and there, he would never forgive himself for what he did. He should have tried harder to convince her. He should have tried harder to make her see reason. He wondered if his mother's actions had fated them to be star crossed lovers.

Feyre had screwed over Tamlin. Nyx had screwed over Isa. Perhaps it was destiny for them to end this way. He'd rather live an eternity fighting with her than live a second without her. He just realized it too late.

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gwynrielendgame · 2 years

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Nyx and Isa (tamlins daughter)

Honestly I’m not sure what part this is and I’m not sure what parts I’ve already posted but I had inspiration so here it is.

"Have you come to kill me, my love?" Isa called out to Nyx as he approached her. She looked regal, sitting atop the spring court throne.

She oozed power like never before. Gone were the days of her frilly dresses. She was much more practical in a maroon jumpsuit and a gold corset. Rings adorned every finger and her ears were decorated in gold jewelry. Behind the dark charcoal covering her eyes and the various tattoos that covered her face, she still had a look of innocence. It was dangerous. It drew everyone in. Made Fae and human alike want to protect her. The item that garnered the most attention by far was the beautiful crown atop her head. It’s black gems gleamed under the light. Nyx eyed her carefully before nodding his head. A signal to his companions to proceed with caution.

"No Isa, I come to talk some sense into you."

He did not want a fight. Especially with her, but if it came down to protecting his home or her. He would pick his home every time.

"They are my friends, first and foremost. I trust their advice." He didn’t like the inherent threat Isa posed. She didn’t have to say anything. Nyx understood the look in her eye alone. She felt outnumbered and vulnerable. She would certainly strike first if Nyx did not de-escalate the situation.

"I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting then. I am Isa, high lady of the spring court, leader of the eastern coven, and overseer of the spirits. And you are?"

She looked to the male first with a pleasant smile on her face. If Nyx had not informed them of Isa’s true demeanor beforehand, they certainly would have been charmed by her. She could be the most likable fae in the room when she wanted to be.

"Uh, Val. Son of the Illyrian general and Valkyrie general?" He shuffled on his feet as a way to release the awkward tension. Val found the female before him to be beautiful, but something sinister lay below. Even as he felt that, he wanted to know her. It was almost an urgent feeling. To understand everything that made her this way. He gave her a cautious look as he attempted to fight against her magic. She gave him a disarming smile.

"And you?"

She addressed the female with an even larger smile. If the room hadn’t been charged with an uncomfortable electricity, Melody would think this was a rather civil meeting.

"Melody. Daughter of the Shadowsinger."

"Mother?"

"A Valkyrie as well."

“A female of few words. You truly must be Azriel’s daughter. You really do look just like your mother though. Especially with the red hair.”

Melody’s gaze sharpened immediately. They all heard the threat for what is was. It was what Isa was best at. Finding a weakness and zoning in on it so imperceptibly. She was so sly about it that Melody almost felt she overreacted until she saw Nyx’s reaction. Nyx glared at Isa because he also saw the comment as a threat. Isa seemed bored with the threats because she switched back to the topic at hand with a roll of her eyes and a flick of her hand.

"Join me, Nyx. Join me in unifying Pyrinthian."

"Isa, you cannot do this." Nyx tried again, but before he could explain, Isa interrupted.

"Why?"

"Because it is wrong. Unifying is just a pretty way to say conquering." He strengthened his resolve. He would not let her win this one. It was wrong. Mate or otherwise, she could not change his mind.

"I will rule by your side in the spring court, but I will not be king of Pyrinthian and I will not help you become queen of it."

"So you are willing to kill Larissa out of jealousy, but draw the line at unification? Interesting morals." Isa pursed her lips in accusation. He was waiting for the moment she would bring this up. Nyx’s friends shot him a wayward look. He had not briefed them on this tidbit. Mainly because he didn’t want to relive the shame he felt.

"That is not fair. Larissa attacked me." He defend weakly. Isa’s gaze sharpened at that. Nyx winced as he realized he should have just let it go.

"That is not what happened. She was jealous of our bond and attacked."

"Isa, I am sorry about Larissa but-" Nyx tried again but Isa would hear no more of it.

"Enough. You will be king of Pyrinthian by my side or you can join Larissa in the afterlife. Your choice."

He cannot move.

"Melody!" He shouted for her. He turned his head to Val only to realize he could not move either.

"I will ruin your life exactly as you have ruined mine. I will become your worst nightmare.”

An ugly look crossed Isa’s face that promised pain and suffering for Nyx. He did not doubt she would follow through with that plan either.

"You monster." He shouted. He tried to fight whatever magical bond she had him under, but it was no use.

"I heard these are valuable." She teased.

"A girl."

"She's perfect." Isa replied as the old woman grabbed the baby off her chest.

Nyx finally realized what he was watching: Isa giving birth.

"What are you doing?" Isa asked. Her tone was slightly tinged with panic. The exhaustion still seemed to be winning out.

"Just going to clean her off. Don't worry."

Nyx continued to watch as Isa fell asleep and as she woke up again. Once the exhaustion ebbed away, panic set in full force.

"Where is she?" Isa yelled. Except no one answered. She kept tripping as she got out of the bed and walked towards the door. Once she realized it was locked was when all hell broke loose.

"Open the door!" She screeched. "Please, bring her back."

"What the hell was that?" He screamed at his mate.

"Are you trying to piss me off? Because you are doing an excellent job at it. Get out of my face if you do not accept my offer."

She was giving him an out. He quirked his head to the side as he analyzed Isa. She felt the effects of the mate bond too and she didn’t want to fight him on this. She wanted him to leave before it escalated.

"I am sorry, Isa. But I will not allow my home to fall under your rule.”

“Do you find me incompetent? Why must one ruler mean Pyrinthian will fall?” She was soft as she said this. Softer than she had been in decades.

“You just showed me why you cannot be the ruler.” He screeched. His emotions finally overwhelming him.

“You are not well, Isabelle.” His voice was much softer now. “Until you come to terms with the past, you will never see how unhinged this plan is.”

“I want you, Isa. I want a life with you. But not like this. Please,” he had to catch his breathe to avoid a sob from seeping out. “Do not make me choose.” He let his forehead fall into her lap. It was meant to hide his tears but he felt intoxicated by her closeness. She stared at him for so long. This chess game they had been playing seemed to come to a stalemate. She was trying to decide how best to move next. A quick glance at the pair of warriors who stood at the foot of the dais gave Isa the confidence to say the next few words. Even with their fae hearing, they would not hear her whispered words to Nyx.

“You never asked who the father was.”

Nyx lifted his head to stare at her broken face. A face trying to hold back all the pain it had endured. But she couldn’t hide the mate bond from him and he felt all her pain through that. Nyx didn’t need to ask who the father was. Over the centuries they had known each other, they had always found their way back to each other. Even when they hated each other, they still shared a bed. He didn’t need to ask who the father was because he had always known the only fae she would allow to finish inside her was him. They both remembered the prophesy. He always thought it was her way to punish him as well. If that had truly been the case though she would have sought him out the minute she discovered she was pregnant.

“You should have told me sooner.” Tears streamed down his face as he gripped her cheeks in his hands. She was still staring at him with a desperate emotion. He knew tonight would not end well for one of them. That thought is what propelled him forward. He roughly pushed his lips against hers, pulling her out of her throne and down to her knees in front of him as well. He kissed her so desperately as though she could slip through his fingers. She kissed him back with the same amount of ferocity. Her hands gripped his face just as fiercely. Their lips and tongues battled for dominance but eventually he let her win, letting her determine the kiss. It was anguished and desperate and emotional. It was everything a kiss should and shouldn’t be. He roughly pulled her lips away from his but left his forehead to rest on hers. Their lips brushed against each other as he murmured his next words.

“I want you.”

She let out a breathe-less sob. That was the moment Nyx knew he had a chance. He pressed another rough kiss to her lips.

“Marry me, Isa.”

“What?” She attempted to pull away with a startled look in her eye but Nyx wouldn’t let her.

“Marry me. Please. Grow old with me. Bear my children. Please, Isa. Be content with the life we could have together.”

Her eyes hardened at that. Her hands fell away from his shoulders. She began to push herself back up- to sit on the throne, Nyx was sure. He didn’t let her get that far though. He kept a firm grip so that she was basically sitting in his lap. He felt as she shut off their bond.

“I will not be your housewife. I am not placated by sweet words, dear mate. You expect me to sit around, raise your children, while you are off on adventures, fucking your way through Pyrinthian? You are sorely mistaken if you think I will be satisfied by subpar sex.” She hissed out. Nyx knew it was irrational to feel hurt by what she said. She was feeling exposed and nervous so she lashed out like she always does. And Nyx fell into her trap like he always does. It’s the reason he couldn’t understand why they were mated.

“You’ve never complained before.” He shoved her off him and onto the ground as he stood up. He dusted off his suit before stepping off the dais. “Then again, I usually save the effort for those that are worth it.” He watched as his friends winced at that. He didn’t even want to look at Isa. He didn’t want to imagine her reaction.

He turned to look as her once she started laughing, semi-hysterically. The black charcoal that rimmed her eyes now streaked down her cheeks. The only indication she had shed any tears.

“And you wonder why your sweet words cannot bend me to your will? Because I know they only last as long as I am complacent. That is how it has always worked between us.” She screeched. No male could drive her to the level of insanity that this one could. She knew now that too much had transpired between them for a happily ever after to play out.

“Good bye.” Nyx signaled to his friends that it was time to leave. Nothing could be fixed now. No amount of talking would convince Isa to throw away her plans.

“Do not walk away from me!” She shouted. The doors to the foyer closed on their own accord as Isa appeared in front of them. Her tattoos were glowing as she glared at the trio. Val gripped his sword as Melody glanced for another exit.

In the next blink, Isa’s eyes turned solid black and Nyx knew what that meant. He had to act fast before they were all killed. He thrusted out he sword, but Isa dodge him quickly. He swung again, only to graze her arm. The transformation was already beginning though. Her hands had turned to talons and her skin was turning to scales.

“I think you failed to mention this development.” Melody shouted over the roaring wind in the room. It was so strong it stung as it licked at their skin. Nyx could almost hear the spirits taunting him. Isa lashed out with a long talon. Nyx barely dodged as he reached for her again. He would not let his friends die. He knew exactly when she was at her weakest during the transformation. He would have a small window of time to act. He just had to keep them all alive until then.

“I figured you knew she could shape shift. Her father could.” Nyx shouted back as he tried to keep Isa’s attention on him. He was dodging and returning with a strike of his own. Val was attempting to rush her from behind but the wind made it hard. Melody, who was the smallest of the three, was still struggling to stand against its strength.

“Yeah…into a wolf!” Val shouted back. “What the hell is this?”

Nyx’s moment was arising. Just as her teeth began to elongate, her neck broke. Her head was hanging limply backwards as Nyx drove his sword into her abdomen. Suddenly, the wind stopped and the transformation began to reverse with his sword still buried in her stomach. Once the adrenaline faded, Nyx looked up to see Isa staring back at him. Not the monster she had become, but the girl he first met decades ago. She fell back onto the floor and Nyx felt the gravity of what he had done. The mate bond was shriveling and screeching and dying. He stared at her crumpled body a moment longer before rushing to her. He knelt down and picked her up. Holding her body close to him.

Nyx wrapped her tighter in his arms. Slow tears leaked from her eyes while Nyx tried to blink his away.

"I am sorry, Isa."

Blood gently poured from her lips. They both knew this was the end. This was how it was always meant to end.

"Only a hero would kill his own mate to save the world."

"I had to." He whispered. "I had to."

“I know.” She spluttered. Blood from her mouth hit his face. A sob finally broke from his mouth.

Everything had finally hit him. The decades of fighting with her had caused an insurmountable level of anxiety. It didn’t go away with her death though. It only seemed to increase tenfold. He didn’t know how long he sat holding her. He felt Melody peeling him away from Isa.

“No!” He shouted. “I can’t leave her.” He scrambled to her again, only for Val to grip his arms and winnow them away.

He swore to himself then and there, he would never forgive himself for what he did. He should have tried harder to convince her. He should have tried harder to make her see reason. He wondered if his mother’s actions had fated them to be star crossed lovers.

Feyre had screwed over Tamlin. Nyx had screwed over Isa. Perhaps it was destiny for them to end this way. He’d rather live an eternity fighting with her than live a second without her. He just realized it too late.

#nyx acotar #tamlin’s daughter #tamlin #feyre archeron #acotar #rhysand #cassian #nesta archeron #azriel #gwyneth berdara

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gwynrielendgame · 2 years

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I’ve been in a reading/writing slump lately but if anyone knows where I can find the bonus chapter for Sky in the Deep I’d be so appreciative 😊

#sky in the deep #adrienne young #eelyn #fiske

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gwynrielendgame · 3 years

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I just finished Kingdom of the Cursed and I’m so sad I have to wait another year for the next book 😭😭

#kotc spoilers #kerri maniscalco #prince wrath #emilia di carlo

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gwynrielendgame · 3 years

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Gwynriel antics

Okay writing from Mor’s perspective is actually kind of difficult. There is enough ambiguity around Mor’s sexuality in the series that I try to veer away from her perspective to avoid potentially problematic content. I do think that Mor would struggle when Azriel finds his mate/significant other because he’ll no longer be paying her much attention. At least not in the way she’s used to. Anyways enjoy

The first thing Mor noticed as she entered the living room was that Azriel was in a bad mood. He was brooding, more so than normal while standing in the far corner of the room by the piano. The only person brave enough to engage him in conversation was Nesta, who looked as bitchy as usual. Mor considered consoling him, but reconsidered as his shadows seemed restless. She would never admit it to him, though she presumed he might already know, but his shadows unnerved her. They would never hurt her, but something about them reminded her of the Court of Nightmares. She felt guilty and like a bad friend. The only thought that could console her was the knowledge that no one would be able to get him out of this mood. Nesta may be brave enough to face the mood head on; however, she would never be enough to pull him out of his own mind. It had always bothered Mor that nothing she could do or say would make him feel better.

"How was you trip?" Elain asked sweetly from the couch. Her frilly, pink dress made Elain's beauty less intimidating and more approachable.

She often wondered if that was on purpose. She was the complete opposite from Mor in every way, yet Mor felt grateful to her. Grateful that she had caught and kept, at least partially, the attention of the Shadowsinger. A jealous part of Mor was glad that Elain could not, although she speculated that Elain did not want to either, pull him out of his mood. Mor sat across from Elain on the other couch, taking baby Nyx right from Feyre's lap. Feyre sent a small smile to Mor before returning to her conversation with Rhys. Her legs were tossed over his lap with their sides pressed firmly together. Mor suddenly ached for what they had. The publicity of it, the intimacy of it, and the comfort of it all was something she wanted so desperately, but felt so unattainable. Mor dropped a kiss on Nyx's forehead as he pulled at her hair before answering Elain.

"It was fine. Politics can be so dreadfully boring," she rolled her eyes as she said it. Elain nodded along as if she might understand even though they both knew she didn't. Mor bounced Nyx on her knee to keep him preoccupied.

"Do you know what is wrong?" She lowered her voice while nodding her head in the direction of Azriel. Even though he was behind her, Mor knew who Elain was referring to.

"Your guess is as good as mine." She replied with a shrug. It was almost impossible to tell. Rhysand felt the need to add in his two cents, annoyingly enough.

"Leave it be, Elain. He likes to be left alone when he's like this." Rhysand gave her a hard look that Mor did not understand. Seemingly Elain did because she turned away to stare at the fireplace with a blushing face.

"The party is officially here!" Cassian shouted as he burst through the double doors into the living room.

Gwyn and Emerie, who trailed in after Cassian, made a beeline for Nesta who was still standing next to Azriel. Not so much conversing, but standing in solidarity to their bad moods. Cassian dropped a kiss on Nesta's cheek which had Mor rolling her eyes. She would never understand what a good fae like Cassian ever saw in Nesta. Even at her best, she was miserable. Emerie eventually floated over to Mor.

"How was your trip?" She awkwardly played with the end of her braid as she stood towards the side of the couch. She was clearly struggling with where to sit now that Cassian and Nesta took up the rest of the couch Elain was sitting on.

"Peachy. Dealing with entitled males is my favorite way to spend my time." She said it in an ultra cheery voice as she held up Nyx closer to her face. She was hoping his tiny baby body would block her blush. No need to let the Illyrian female know that Mor was flustered by her attentions. Emerie sent her a brilliant smile.

"So just a normal Tuesday huh?" Mor smiled back at her before moving over. There was a small amount of space between Feyre and Mor, but Emerie's slender body could probably fit.

"Would you like to sit?" Mor motioned to the spot. Emerie hesitated for just a moment before accepting. Her side was smushed to Mor's. She would be lying if she said it didn't elicit a spark in her.

Quiet murmurings in the back of the room drew Mor's attention. As she turned around she saw the priestess, whose name was on the tip of her tongue, talking with Azriel. Brave girl is the only thought that flittered through her head. They both had serious expressions as they discussed something quietly. It was so quiet that even with her fae hearing, she could not make out what they were saying. Azriel's shadows were moving rapidly around him now, making him obvious instead of blending him in like they were meant to be doing. Mor realized that Gwyn was holding a dagger that Azriel was showing her how to handle. He corrected her arm position a few times and she practiced it. Surprisingly, the brooding expression was replaced with one of concentration. He was more focused on teaching her than with whatever he was upset with. Mor cocked her head to analyze the two further only to be called back to attention.

"Mor!" Cassian all but shouted.

"What? Yes?" She turned back to the circle she was part of to see Cassian looking at her expectantly.

"I asked you how your trip was? I haven't seen you since you have gotten back." Cassian tossed an arm around Nesta's shoulder who was in an animated conversation across the couches with Emerie about some book they had both read. Mor was distracted for a moment. What could Emerie see in Nesta as a friend?

"Same old, same old."

Elain moved to grab Nyx from Mor's lap before reclaiming her spot on the ruby colored couch. Without the baby as a buffer, Mor felt exactly how nice it was to have Emerie so close, even if she was paying more attention to Nesta than herself. Elain blew raspberries on Nyx's face when a sound caught Mor's attention once again.

"Cassian!" The priestess, whose name Mor finally remembered was Gwyn, called as she dragged Azriel by the hand to the center of the room. Mor could not stop her eyes from widening and it appeared Elain, Feyre, and Rhys couldn't either. Mor even thought she might have heard a small gasp from Elain. "Tell Azriel that I really managed to escape that knot earlier."

Gwyn's face was barely containing her excitement. When they finally stood next to the couches, Gwyn dropped his hand gently, but did not move away from him. Almost the entire room was raptured by the scene. Azriel's acceptance of her hand holding, the shadows that appeared to guard the redhead as they peered over her shoulders, and the disbelief on his face that took over from the brooding as Gwyn insisted that she accomplished her goal. Cassian laughed while shaking his head.

"She is telling the truth. She's quite crafty with those ropes." Cassian admitted. Azriel's face continued to show his disbelief as he turned his narrowed gaze to Nesta.

"If you don't believe her, I guess she'll have to show you tomorrow." Nesta shrugged. Azriel sent a look to Gwyn that Mor could not exactly decipher. It almost looked like admiration, but there was no way it could be that.

"Why wait?" Gwyn started pulling Azriel back to the doors. "I'll show you now." Azriel allowed Gwyn to tug him around like a rag-doll. Mor could not stop the giggle from escaping her lips.

"Gwyn!" Emerie whined. "You promised you would stay until we at least ate!"

"Don't let her leave, Azriel!" Nesta shrieked. "She's trying to escape. You are not as clever as you think little missy." Nesta sent one of her nastiest glares towards the two escapees. Shockingly, it only made Gwyn laugh. She turned to Azriel with a slight pout.

"Please? I know you want to see it." She taunted him.

It appeared that those in the room who had not been to training had missed quite the development because as Azriel threw his head back in laughter, Mor, Elain, Feyre, and Rhysand jaw's all dropped in shock. It appeared the priestess was able to accomplish something that none of them had been able to in all their years of knowing the Shadowsinger. She was able to retrieve him from his bad mood. The shadows that seemed so territorial over Gwyn, now rested calmly around the both of them. It surprised Mor how unaffected Gwyn was by them. The interaction was so shocking that none of them could look away.

"You can show me tomorrow." He replied quietly with a smirk. Gwyn sighed but returned to the center of the room.

"Fine, you guys win."

Nesta and Emerie beamed at each other. Even as others recuperated from the shock, Mor felt herself analyzing everything Azriel did after that. Every interaction he paid to the priestess and how that was different from his interactions with her and Elain. She paid attention to how often he laughed and how his shadows acted. All throughout dinner she tried to understand it. What Gwyn could do that Mor could not. She wanted to know for next time, so that it could be Mor that made him smile when he was upset instead of Gwyn. The ugly, jealousy feeling made no sense. But there was a part of her that did not want to share Azriel with anyone, but especially with Gwyn. It was odd how Mor did not feel the same way with Elain.

"What's wrong with your shadows?" Elain asked innocently.

It was the wrong question to ask. The neutral face he had been sporting shifted into a scowl and the shadows retreated altogether. Before he could say something, Gwyn spoke up.

"There's nothing wrong with them. They just want to play." She continued to push her food around on her plate.

"Play?" Rhysand asked with raised eyebrows. He sent a look to Az. An annoyed look, one that rarely ever showed, crossed Azriel's face.

"They are not playing." He enunciated the last word, seemingly for Gwyn's benefit. She simply rolled her eyes as if the Shadowsinger's annoyance was no skin off her back.

"You are just jealous because they like me better." She sent him a mischievous smile before humming a short tune. A traitorous shadow lunged for her. It stopped short and retreated when the tune stopped.

"Gwyn." He whined. Mor ended up choking on her food at the sound. She has never once heard the male whine for any reason. Everyone at the table sent her an amused stare except for Gwyn and Azriel who appeared to be stuck in some sort of staring competition.

"Really, you two? You're worse than Rhys and I were when we were nine." Cassian muttered.

"3 books for Azriel." Nesta piped up.

"Are you serious? No way." Emerie argued in an adorably annoyed way. "Gwyn all the way. You owe me 5 books anyways. I want new leathers."

Mor made certain to note that in the back of her head.

"What are they doing?" Elain asked. Cassian shook his head in amusement.

"Staring contest. First to blink loses."

"Why?" Elain looked amused. Actually the entire table looked amused at their antics.

"Because they are the two most stubborn Fae to have ever lived." Emerie said with a smile.

The table went extremely silent as they watched the two battle it out. Mor was intrigued to see who would win. A thud under the table was the only sound to be heard.

"No playing dirty." Azriel said without so much as an inclination that he had just been kicked.

"You pulled my hair last time."

"Because you threw a dagger at me the time before. I'd say mine was much milder."

Rhysand laughed a loud and hearty laugh that caused the two of them to blink at the exact same time. Nyx clapped his hands at the excitement.

"Hey!" Gwyn and Azriel yelled simultaneously.

"Dammit." Emerie muttered.

"I'm claiming that win." Gwyn announced with a smug smile.

"Of course you are." Az sent her a glare, but there was no malice behind it.

He did not correct her though, allowing her to claim the win. It was then and there that it hit Mor.

Azriel likes Gwyn.

He isn't in love with her. He isn't pining after her. Mor isn't even sure if he knows it himself yet. But Mor knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that he likes the priestess. The slithering jealous feeling only increased tenfold. She sighed heavily. What was wrong with her? She should be happy for her friend.

Shouldn't she?

#gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #azriel #acotar #elain archeron #morrigan #acosf #cassian #nesta archeron #feyre archeron #rhysand #nyx acotar #emerie

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Gwynriel angst

I’m backkkkk! It feels good to be writing about my two favorite characters again. Idea from @bookish-isha

Gwyn peaked over the edge of her book to see Azriel watching her from the library doors. Surprisingly, his shadows were no where to be found. She turned her eyes back to the page she was reading without further acknowledgment to the man at the door. They stayed like that for awhile, Azriel staring from the doorway and Gwyn attempting to read, failing, and turning the page anyways. It was a game between them to see who would speak first, and it was not going to be Gwyn. She had put herself out there only to be rejected. If he had something he wanted to say to her, he could speak first. Eventually, a long sigh escaped from the Shadowsinger.

"Gwyn."

She ignored him and continued to pretend to read.

"Gwyn."

She shifted on the couch to cross one leg over the other.

"Gwyn, I know you are not reading."

She sighed heavily before slamming her book closed and setting it in her lap. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe.

"What do you want, Azriel?" Gwyn finally caved. He watched her through narrowed eyes for a moment causing her to roll her eyes.

"I wanted to apologize."

"For what?" Her question seemed to surprise him. His eyes widened for a millisecond before his normal unreadable face was back in full force. He cleared his throat before crossing the room to sit next to Gwyn on the couch. The space between them suddenly felt suffocating, forcing Gwyn to turn away from him. Luckily, he did not attempt to touch her.

"For hurting your feelings. It was not my intention." He sounded genuine, but he was an excellent liar. Gwyn had to remind herself that she could not blindly trust him like she instinctually wanted to.

"What are your intentions, Az?" She turned to look at him, only to find an adorably confused look on his face. Adorable was not a word she would have used for Az often, but in the moment it was quite apt.

"What do you mean?" His hands laid limp at his sides. Gwyn wanted to hold them, wanted to feel close to him, but figured it might be inappropriate now.

"Are you with Elain?" Azriel avoided eye contact. His shadows still no where to be seen.

"Does it matter?" His response only infuriated her more.

"Of course it does Azriel! Do not sit here and act dense. I am not just making this all up in my head. We have been...well I suppose I don't know what we have been doing. But if you are with someone else, then this," she motioned between the two of them with her hand, "is inappropriate."

A lone shadow slipped out to caress her cheek, but she did not want to be comforted right now. She quickly turned her head away to avoid the touch. The shadow jolted back and once again could not be seen.

"Elain is...complicated. But I do not want to lose your friendship."

"Friendship." Gwyn muttered to herself as she rolled her eyes. Azriel heard her, but said nothing else. Gwyn did not want to be Azriel's friend. "Are you not tired of chasing women who don't want you?" It was harsh and perhaps not true. Gwyn did not know how Elain felt about the situation. Azriel flinched at her words. It was so microscopic, Gwyn thought she might have imagined it. Imagined or not, she still felt bad.

"Sorry." She muttered.

"Gwyn, this would never work." He said in a soft tone. He wasn't trying to be mean, just honest. It still felt like a stab to her heart.

"And you and Elain would?" She sounded as miserable as she felt.

For the first time ever, Azriel's face turned bright red. He refused to meet her eyes. He wasn't telling her something and she was going to discover what it was.

"Why do you think this wouldn't work?" She narrowed her gaze at him as he shifted away from her. She grabbed his hand to keep him from running away. He shook his head as if to say he would not tell her, but she did not accept that.

"Why, Az?" She interlaced her fingers with his and pulled his hand into her lap to force his full attention on her. "Why?"

"I know this sounds bad, trust me," he gave her a sideways glance before looking away again. He couldn't meet her eye. "It's just that I have needs in a relationship and I would never want to push you into something you're not comfortable with and I also would never want to hurt you by seeking for it elsewhere..." he trailed off, taking a peak at her before pulling his hand back into his own lap.

Gwyn was not understanding as she tried to make eye contact with Azriel. Was she missing something? What needs could he...her thoughts trailed off as it finally hit her.

"Are you talking about sex?" She felt the need to clarify before saying anything else. He still refused to look at her, but gave an almost imperceptible nod. It was absurd enough that she started giggling hysterically. Azriel glanced at her curiously, obviously confused by her response.

"Trust me that would not be an issue." When her laughter finally stopped, she felt the need to clarify. Her face was warm with heat and she also found it difficult to look at Azriel.

"What does that mean?" He asked. His shadows were out in full force now. A few of them were touching Gwyn, but she did not mind so much now. She could, begrudgingly, admit that she liked their comfort. He angled his body so that his knees were almost touching her. Now it seemed that all he wanted was eye contact from her while before it seemed he could not even look in her direction. He grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger and pulled her to look at him. Once their eyes met, she was locked in place. He kept his hand on her chin as they spoke.

"Gwyn, what do you mean it wouldn't be an issue?"

She cleared her throat awkwardly and squirmed in her seat.

"Do you really have to ask? All of Pyrinthian wants to sleep with you. Why would I be any different?" Her voice was quiet as though she was afraid someone might overhear her. Azriel's expression became difficult to interpret. All she knew was that he was staring at her with such intensity that a dangerous heat was starting to pool low in her stomach.

"Gwyn, I would never assume that you..." he trailed off in a tortured voice that had Gwyn all sorts of confused. "You have not shown interest in sex with anyone so I just assumed..." he trailed off again. Gwyn shrugged.

"I am not interested in sex with just anyone. I am interested in sex with you."

"Oh."

Azriel's hand was still on her chin but their faces had moved closer together since the start of the conversation. There was only about an inch or two between their mouths. Both of their eyes kept flickering down to the others lips. It was quiet for a long time before Gwyn remembered why this was inappropriate. She pulled away and sat back into the couch.

"Doesn't matter though, right? Because of Elain." She sounded bitter, but she could not help herself. Azriel looked torn.

"I am sorry Gwyn. It's just..." he did not seem to have the words to explain whatever his situation with Elain was. Gwyn figured this would be her last chance to convince Azriel, so she better make it count.

She grabbed his face with her hands, and slowly brought his face to hers. She wanted to give him time to pull away if he did not want this. He did not pull away though, instead their lips softly brushed each other's. It was a thrill like any other. Gwyn had kissed a few people recently. None of them really all that noteworthy, except maybe Nesta. But this kiss, this kiss was exactly what kisses were supposed to be like. Gwyn tried to deepen the kiss as she pushed her body closer to his, basically sitting in his lap. He tried to slow the kiss down, but Gwyn did not want slow. She wanted to prove to Azriel that she could handle whatever he wanted from her. She held his face tighter in her hands and slipped her tongue between his lips. The first touch of their tongues was electric. Gwyn moaned, loudly which seemed to illicit a groan from Azriel. She noticed his hands were laying limply at his sides which just wouldn't suffice. She pulled Azriel over her as she laid on the couch and pulled one of his hands to rest on her thigh under her gown. He tried to nestle himself between her thighs, but the gown was too restrictive. Gwyn hiked it up around her waist and then they were lost in the kiss again. Everything about his kisses were all consuming. She never wanted this feeling to stop. It was almost like a glow in her chest. The kiss became more erratic, hungrier from both ends. He squeezed her thigh causing her hips to buck up. She made contact with his hips and moaned as she felt the full extent to his excitement. Even as the kiss intensified, Az did not move his hands or hips to Gwyn's utmost annoyance. She moved one of his hands to her ass and the other to her breast, eliciting a sweet sounding moan from him. She could listen to him moaning all day long. It was better than any symphony she had ever heard before. She lifted her legs to wrap around his hips and pulled them down to meet hers. Finally, he started moving on his own accord. Grinding into her and massaging her chest. Gwyn ran her hands through his hair as they wrestled for control over the kiss. Eventually, Gwyn let him takeover. It was everything she could ever dream of sex being and they weren't even having sex.

"Never stop." Gwyn whispered in his ear. He shuttered against her as he lowered his mouth to her neck. He licked and sucked and bit that spot so perfectly that Gwyn thought she might finish right then and there. His wandering hands felt so good.

"Gwyn." He moaned low in her ear while he pushed himself against her. It would be a lie to say she wasn't intimidated by the size hiding in his pants.

Everything felt so intense that Gwyn had to let her hands wander. Gwyn threw her hands around his shoulders to pull him closer when she accidentally brushed against his wing. He, suddenly, cried out. Gwyn couldn't decipher if it was pleasure or pain and pulled away to check.

"You okay?" Her chest was moving rapidly as she tried to catch her breathe. Azriel's eyes were squeezed shut while he pressed his forehead against her shoulder. His body was no longer pressed to every inch of hers, but instead hovering. She tried to push him closer again. Instead, he quickly disentangled himself from her.

"I need to go." Gwyn thought she might get whiplash from his sudden change of mood, but one glance at his pants had her understanding.

"It's okay, Az." She grabbed his hand and pulled him back on the couch. She hiked her dress up again as she straddled him before setting it back down. He refused to look at her and the hint of a blush colored his cheeks.

"Sorry." He muttered. Gwyn shook her head with a smile.

"Don't be." Gwyn grabbed his face to look at her while sitting on his still semi-erect cock. "You'll have to end things with Elain before I let you go any further anyways."

A look she couldn't decipher crossed his face. It was definitely a look she didn't like either. It slowly started stamping on the warm, glowing emotion she had been feeling. She sighed heavily before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was short before he pulled away.

"Wings are extremely sensitive." He started to explain.

"It's okay, Az. Really, don't worry about it." She shrugged, but he only shook his head.

"No, I want you to know that if we did have sex, it would not be that short. As long as you avoided the wings." He was so serious about it that a thrill shot through Gwyn. He wanted to have sex with her. Might even be planning to have sex with her.

A mischievous smile crossed her face.

"How does it work exactly? I just touch the right spot and you finish?" She was walking two fingers up his arm when his hand clamped down on her wrist and put it back at her side. A slightly annoyed expression crossed his face.

"I'm not telling you." His bottom lip jutted out in a pout that Gwyn had never seen before. It would be very effective in persuading her to do just about anything.

Gwyn climbed off Azriel and started heading for the exit once she had smoothed down her clothes and hair.

"That's fine. I will just have to figure it out on my own, I suppose." She tossed him one more flirty smile and headed towards the dining room.

She bumped into Cass on the way, who she thought was in windhaven. She felt nervous that perhaps he heard the two of them, but Azriel would have known he was here and stopped anything from progressing.

"Hey Cass." She kept walking, hoping to avoid any conversation.

"Hey Gwyn," a small smirk pulled up the corner of his lips. "Have you seen Az? I need his help." Gwyn stopped and turned back to quickly finish the conversation with Cassian. She barely contained the blush she wanted to give.

"I think he might be in the library? Could also check his room." She shrugged as if she did not just exit the library after sucking the soul out of the Shadowsinger.

"Alrighty." He turned to leave. Gwyn thought she was in the clear until he turned back once more. "I'll let him know he should be more careful with his placement next time." And then he tapped his neck. Right where Gwyn remember Azriel devoting quite a decent amount of time to biting. Gwyn shrieked, slapped her hand over her neck, and ran all the way to her room. She was going to kill the Shadowsinger.

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #elain archeron #acotar #acosf

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gwynrielendgame · 3 years

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Gwynriel angst that ends on a happy note

Yessss I love angst and chaos brb gotta write

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gwynrielendgame · 3 years

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Give me Gwynriel inspiration! I have one story in the works but I’ve been feeling uninspired lately. What scenes do y’all want me to write?

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #acosf #acotar

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Feyre x Lucien

I’m gonna be honest, I normally hate cheating and anything related, but….I hate Rhysand more 😭😭I’m sorry it’s true. Nothing I hate more than an entitled white(up for debate I suppose), cishet man that is worshipped for being a feminist icon. Anyways, enjoy the story.

@decadantstudent @e-bacellar

Feyre was fuming mad and she planned on giving Lucien an earful until he promised to come to the next winter solstice.

"You are avoiding me." Feyre declared as she burst into his room. Surprisingly, he was not shocked by her entrance. Vassa must have warned him that she would be coming.

"Has it ever occurred to you that not everything is about you Feyre?" Lucien gave a heavy sigh as he finished buttoning the cuff on his left hand. He was standing in front of a long mirror, looking as regal and handsome as ever. Feyre put both hands on her hips and gave him the same look Nyx received when he was in trouble.

"Then why did you not come to solstice?" She demanded. She could not explain why her feelings were so hurt, but they were. After everything they had been through, he should at least come to celebrate her birthday.

"Believe it or not, Feyre, you are the only one who wants me there. Not very welcoming." He met her eyes through the mirror before fiddling with his next cuff. Feyre knew her family was not very kind to him, but she did not realize it had bothered him. Most insults slid off his back as if he had never heard it in the first place. With his quick wit and even quicker mouth, Feyre just assumed he might even like the banter.

"That is not true." She struggled to think of anyone else who liked having Lucien there. There was no one, but she simply wanted to argue with him at this point. "Nyx likes you."

"Nyx is a baby. He likes everyone."

"It is my birthday, Lucien. The least you could do is show up."

"I sent a gift. Did you not get it?" He elegantly leaned his shoulder against the wall. His nonchalance bothered her though.

"The bow and arrows were lovely but that's not the point, Lucien." She could admit they had been one of her favorite gifts. It had been perfectly crafted to fit all of Feyre's preferences. She brought it with her on every mission now.

"Then what is?" The bastard had the nerve to look amused.

"I was a much better friend to you than you were to me and now all I ask is for you to come to one event a year."

"Feyre, what do you want from me? I cannot go back and change the past. Trust me I would if I could. How can I fix it if an apology will not?" He seemed exasperated by the entire situation which only resulted in infuriating Feyre further.

"Changed behavior! Be a better friend." She shrieked as she crossed her arms across her chest. She was hoping to come across as a disappointed mother, but she felt more like a nagging mate.

"You hardly seemed like you even wanted me there the last three solstices. So what do you really want?" Lucien pushed himself off the wall and elegantly stretched out on his emerald green couch. Feyre reconsidered for a moment. What did she want?

"Answers."

Lucien looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Would you ever have intervened with Tamlin if Rhysand did not exist?" She decided to ask. She had blamed Lucien as much as Tamlin for what had happened. No matter how unfair, part of Feyre did resent Lucien. He gave a pained look. The first hint of something other than annoyance.

"Eventually. Not as soon as you would have wanted." He admitted while looking away, clearly ashamed. His jaw clenched tightly under her watchful eye.

"Why?"

"Tamlin has done more for me than any other fae. Betraying him in the worst way possible would not have been easy." Lucien offered. There was more to it that he was refusing to admit to and Feyre was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"But allowing me to suffer was?" She asked softly as she stared at her feet. It appeared seeing each other’s faces would be too much for both of them considering neither would look at each other.

"No! I did not know it was as bad as it was. Unlike you Feyre I am not a mind reader. It was not like you came crying to me about how miserable you were."

He had a point there. As close as she was to Lucien, she knew he would not respond how she wanted, so she kept her feelings inside. Regardless, he must have known she was unhappy.

"Do not pretend. You knew it was bad." She finally found the courage to look up at him, but his head was in his hands as his elbows rested on his knees.

"What would you have done in my position? Say Azriel was mistreating that priestess he is so fond of and no one else knew? Would you whisk her away knowing it would destroy him without a second thought? Without a plan hm?" There was such conviction in his eye when he looked up at her that

Feyre paused. She cocked her head to analyze Lucien. Had he been concocting a plan to help her? One that never came to fruition because of Rhysand? She ignored that thought altogether. It was too complicated to piece apart.

"Can you be honest for like five minutes, Lucien?"

"I have been honest!" He was clearly frustrated as he snapped at Feyre. He stood up from the chair.

"Then tell me why you did not help me?" She demanded. "You saw what he was doing to me and allowed it to continue." Feyre had never been this angry at Lucien, but all her previous resentment was rising to the surface and she could not contain it. Her chest was heaving from all the yelling she had done.

"Because I loved you!" He shouted back at her while pacing the length of his room. "Because I knew it was suffocating you and I could not find it in myself to stop it because I wanted you safe as much as Tamlin did."

Feyre reared back at Lucien's admittance. She truly was not expecting that. Lucien stopped his pacing to look at her through his one good eye. He looked miserable and clearly did not want to talk about this, but Feyre had forced it out. He dragged his hand through his hair rather roughly. Feyre suddenly wished she had never come to the band of exiles, had never accused Lucien of being a bad friend. She thought he had been running away from Elain and Tamlin, but perhaps he had been running away from her as well. The space between them felt too small.

"Lucien..." she did not know what to say, so she let the silence drag on. He sighed heavily before sitting in the chaise at the corner of the room once again. He let his head drop, refusing to look her in the eye.

"I knew the prophecy meant you had to fall for Tamlin, so I stepped back. The more time I spent with you though, the more I wanted you for myself. I thought you might have felt the same way until calanmai." He shrugged as if he was not admitting to something that could destroy their entire friendship.

"But then you mated to Rhys and I mated to Elain, and do not misunderstand. Your sister is lovely, but she is not the only one avoiding the bond." He finally looked up at her and the pain in his eye made Feyre want to comfort him. She was unsure if that was appropriate now though. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. She supposed she could offer an olive branch in a room where only Lucien could hear her deepest, buried thoughts.

"I was jealous of Vassa." She blurted before she could stop herself. Lucien tilted his head as he analyzed her words. "I thought I was jealous of your friendship because you were my first true friend, but I think part of me wants you to remain unattached at my side as you were when I was with Tamlin." The hopeful glint in Lucien's eye had her adding on the next part. "I love Rhysand more than life itself and I would not change anything." His face fell.

The silence dragged on with both of them refusing to move any closer to each other. It was safest with Lucien in his chair and Feyre standing by the door. Lucien leaned back in his chair with a surprisingly blank expression. More than anything she wanted to see his smirk and have him crack a joke so that she knew their friendship was not lost forever.

"I started to resent you. That's why I left with Vassa and Jurian." Feyre felt something crack in her chest, but she did not want to ponder all the possibilities of that. "I slept with Ianthe for you."

"I never asked-" Feyre started to interrupt but Lucien held up his hand to stop her.

"I know. But I knew you would never forgive Tamlin if he participated in Calanmai and I did not want that to be something that drove you two apart. I mean I did, but..." he seemed to struggle with his words for the first time ever. He rubbed his hands roughly over his face. "I knew that if I participated that Ianthe would sink her claws into the opportunity." His face went two shades paler and the dread in his voice finally had Feyre crossing the imaginary line in the room. She sat next to him and took his hand. He refused to turn and look at her, but he did squeeze her hand.

"I never wanted that. But I loved you too much and I loved Tamlin too much. I should have put my foot down with him way before you ever entered the picture." Feyre put her hand on his cheek to force him to look at her. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears. It was not her fault that Lucien was forced to be with Ianthe, but she still felt sad that Lucien would have done anything for Tamlin even if he would not have returned the favor.

He grabbed both of her cheeks with his hands and gently brought her face to his. He was giving her time to back away. She realized in this moment she should not have come. The emotionally charged room kept her from pulling away. She thought she was giving Lucien a passionate kiss before they each went their separate ways permanently. Instead, Lucien very softy brushed his lips against hers and then pulled away. It could hardly be considered a kiss. Once he dropped his hands from her face, the spell was broken and Feyre was moving to the far end of the room.

"Sorry." Was all Lucien could muster without even looking at her. Her face flamed bright red with a wave of shame and something else she did not want to label.

"It's fine." She stammered. "I should go."

He let her leave the room without so much as a look in her direction. Feyre had never quite understood all her feelings where Lucien was concerned. She planned on keeping it locked away forever though.

#feyre archeron #acotar #lucien vanserra #acosf #rhysand #feycien

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gwynrielendgame · 3 years

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Gwyn x Nesta

This is not as edited as my other fics but I was just too excited to post. I would like to comment that I pretty much think every character is bisexual unless stated otherwise lol. I also recognize this piece could come off problematic (ppl thinking this is fetishization) I personally don’t think it is, but I welcome constructive criticism. I am bisexual and a SA survivor so I felt comfortable writing about those topics considering I have personal experience with both.

Thank you for the idea: @mercurianbisous @genya-berdara

“Hey Nes.”

Nesta jumped from her spot on the couch, closing her book as she did so. A small smile graced her face as she realized Gwyn was standing at the entry of the House of Wind library.

“Hey Gwyn, you scared the shit out of me.” Nesta chuckled as she put her book away. She patted the spot next to her, beckoning for Gwyn to join her. Gwyn knew she looked awkward standing there, twisting her fingers. Gwyn hesitantly took the spot.

“I have a favor to ask.” Gwyn managed to spit out. She needed to start somewhere and knew that Nesta would never judge her for what she was about to ask. She might turn her down, but she would never laugh.

Nesta simply raised a singular eyebrow at Gwyn. She leant back on the couch and flourished her hand as if to tell Gwyn to continue.

“I am only asking you because I know you are not interested in women, which is precisely why I cannot ask Emerie-“

“You are interested in Emerie?” Nesta asked nonchalantly. Gwyn felt relief at the lack of judgement, but annoyed at the interruption. She needed to get this out now or she never would.

“No. Listen to everything before you answer.” Nesta gave a shrug which Gwyn took as her agreement.

“I want to practice kissing, but there are no males that I trust enough to ask and I cannot ask females from the library. I figure if I practice enough it will not be so anxiety inducing for me. With everything that happened to me, I think it might be easier to start kissing females and work my way up to males. I think once I can kiss a male then I will know my trauma does not have that power over me and this is my really convoluted way of asking you to kiss me.” She snapped her mouth shut the second she finished rambling. She searched Nesta’s face for any emotion that might give away how she feels about the matter.

“ I did not think you fancied women.” Nesta said plainly.

“I suppose I have not paid much attention to any romance. But I would say I value the person over body parts.” Gwyn shrugged but her face was bright red from embarrassment.

“Okay, lay one on me.”

She gave a startled look to her friend, who was handling this much better than Gwyn was. The ease with which she accepted this made Gwyn inherently suspicious.

“Do you fancy women?” She looked at Nesta through narrowed eyes.

“Not particularly. But I love you Gwyn, and Cass won’t mind especially if it is to help you.” A very rare, coveted soft look blessed Nesta’s face. Gwyn found herself wanting to cry. She had not felt this type of companionship in years.

“I do not want you to feel obligated as my friend. I understand if you want to say no.”

“Do I appear as someone that feels obligated often?” Nesta asked with raised eyebrows. It made Gwyn giggle a little. Nesta grabbed Gwyn’s hand, forcing her to look at Nesta.

“Lay one on me, love.” Nesta’s face was beautiful as she smiled. It made Gwyn start to feel a little nervous. They were really doing this.

“I am going to start with my eyes open. It is easier to remind myself who I am kissing.”

“Okay.” Again, a soft smile graced her face as she used a soft voice. Normally Gwyn hated pity, but she appreciated Nesta being sensitive to the situation.

Even though her heart was beating out of her chest, she set her hands on Nesta’s shoulders and focused in on her lips. They were a standard set of lips. Medium sized, and smooth. Gwyn took one last deep breathe and shoved her lips against Nesta’s. They both could admit the kiss was awkward at best. Gwyn would take awkward over horrific any day though. She kept her eyes wide open while Nesta’s were closed. One may not even call it a kiss, really just two pairs of lips not touching. Neither of them moved a muscle. Gwyn realized it was because Nesta was letting Gwyn have complete control over the situation and that made her smile through the kiss. Once Gwyn was certain that no unwanted memories were waiting to overwhelm her, she puckered her lips and actually kissed her before pulling away.

“How was that?” Nesta asked.

“Terrifying.” Gwyn said with a grin. “Let’s try again.” She gave a sheepish look after a moments thought. “If that is fine with you?”

Nesta rolled her eyes before closing them and comically puckering her lips. Gwyn once again giggled before going in for a second kiss. Once again she started with her eyes open, but once her heart calmed down and she stopped worrying about the past, she closed her eyes. There was something comforting about kissing Nesta, it was not attraction or chemistry. Perhaps, love though. An intimate expression of platonic love that squeezed at Gwyn’s heart. It was easy to ignore the past when the scent of Nesta and books were so overwhelmingly comforting to Gwyn. When the feel of Nesta’s hands were so familiar. Or when her even breathes were so recognizable. Gwyn knew there was not a safer spot in the world than right by Nesta’s side. Gwyn decided to be bold and flick Nesta’s bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. It caused Nesta to squeak and open her eyes for a second before settling back into the kiss. Slowly, they both started deepening the kiss. A swipe of a tongue here, a turn of the head there. It was a nice kiss, mostly exploratory. Simply, Gwyn discovering her boundaries, deciding what might be too much. Gwyn lifted her hands to grip Nesta’s face, so that the kiss might be less awkward. Nesta kept her hands in her lap which Gwyn was grateful for.

The doors to the library burst open with an exuberant Cassian. Gwyn all but threw herself against the opposite side of the couch.

“Nes, I was thinking for tonight-“ he stopped abruptly at the sight he just walked in on. Gwyn thought his brain might be malfunctioning from system overload based on the expression on his face.

Gwyn suddenly felt very guilty. This must have looked much worse than it actually was to him. Gwyn briefly glanced at Nesta. While Gwyn was stiffly sitting on the sofa, Nesta was nonchalantly leaning against the arm of the chair from her spot. A small smirk rested on her lips. Cassian’s head had been comically bouncing back and forth from Nesta and Gwyn before resting on the latter.

“Are you trying to steal my mate?” He was trying to muffle a laugh and failing. Gwyn hid her face behind her hands as it flamed a brighter red.

“This is not what it looks like!” Gwyn muttered into her hands. Cassian sauntered right over to the couch and plopped himself between the girls.

“Do explain.” He nudged Gwyn with a smile on his face. She was glad he was not angry, but the last thing she wanted to do was explain. She looked to Nesta for help who ended up sighing very loudly.

“I was helping Gwyn with some intimacy problems.” Was all she gave as a response. Cassian dropped the smile and looked at Nesta with such a serious look that Gwyn wondered if she misinterpreted Cassian’s emotions. Maybe he was mad after all.

“Is Gwyn a better kisser than me?” He said it so seriously that all Gwyn could do was groan. Nesta giggled, which did not happen often, so Gwyn knew Nes was highly amused by the situation while Gwyn was mortified.

“Gwyn is the best kisser.” Nesta said earnestly.

Gwyn rolled her eyes as that as she continued to try and press herself as far into the couch as she possibly could. Cassian’s wings were still almost touching her and all she wanted was to disappear from this mortifying situation forever.

“Damn, now I want one. What do I have to do to get a Gwyn kiss?”

The teasing was too much for Gwyn to bare.

“Stooooop.” Gwyn whined as the mated couple tried to mask their laughter.

“Please, Gwyn?” He even puckered his lips at her. She knew he was joking, but she wanted it to stop and knew exactly how to get him to stop. Besides, this is the next level up on the intimacy scale for Gwyn with Cassian being a male and all. She quickly pressed her lips against his and pulled away just as fast.

A second later she realized how impulsive it was. She began forming an apology to both of them when she noticed they were both smiling genuinely. Gwyn rested her hands on her burning cheeks and looked away.

“I agree, Nes. She is the best.” Cassian replied as he threw both arms around the females shoulders.

“You two are the worst.” Gwyn whined as she realized they had teamed up against her to get her to kiss Cassian.

“I think this is means for celebration Gwyn.” Nesta ignored her complaints and continued smiling. “You kissed two people today and one was a male. Big accomplishments.” Gwyn huffed but could not stop the small smile that spread her lips.

“That is good.” Gwyn relented. Secretly she was glad that neither of them were upset.

“Before you know it, you will have made out with the entire night court inner circle.” Cassian joked. “I bet you could even manage to steal a kiss from Azriel’s shadows.”

“Well, they do like me.”

“Everyone likes you Gwyn. You are awesome.” Nesta held Cassian’s hand as they all sat on the couch.

Gwyn felt a punch to a stomach as she looked at their hands. It was longing, she discovered. She wanted to sit on a couch holding someone’s hand. She wanted to be so comfortable with a person that every move they made was in sync like Nes and Cass seemed. She sighed. One day she would get her happily ever after. There really was no rush.

#nesta acheron #gwyneth berdara #cassian #acosf #acotar

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gwynrielendgame · 3 years

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I know everyone will want more Gwynriel fanfics, but are there any other fanfics you want? The more chaotic the pairing the better tbh 😂😂 id write just about anyone other than Mor and Amren tbh

#acotar #acosf #nesta archeron #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #azriel #lucien vanserra

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gwynrielendgame · 3 years

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Smut

18+ smut. Tbh I guess I just write whatever the fuck I wanna write and that mainly includes chaos. Please read all the way to the end lol.

Feyre moaned as he licked her. He was always so good at this. He lifted his head up from its position, only to get an angry groan from Feyre.

“I was close!” She bunched up the sheets as she felt the euphoric feeling slipping away from her.

“I know.” He smirked at her for another second before getting back to work. He licked her like his life depended on it and she was glad of that. She felt it building up again, but tried to regain her emotions so that he would not stop again. An uncontrollable moan left her which had him lifting his head once again.

“Lucien!” She screamed at him. Only to receive a chuckle in return. Once the feeling died off again, he returned to his dutiful licking. This had been going on for more than thirty minutes and Feyre was seething at this point. If he did not let her finish, she was going to lose her mind. Some of his hair fell forward to tickle her thighs, adding to the wonderful sensations. She felt it building again. Higher, higher, higher.

“Lucien, I swear to god if you stop, I will kill you.”

He chuckled but did not stop what he was doing. Finally, she was coming. She moaned louder than she ever had before and was rewarded with a smack to the side of her ass. It was so intense that she wanted to pull away, but Lucien pulled her hips even further into his face. She thought he would stop once the feeling died down, but he kept going. He usually was not satisfied until she had come at least twice. The euphoria built up again. Feyre thought she would die from all the games Lucien was playing. She worried he would pull away, but all he did was smoothly flip their position. Feyre was now sitting on his face as he tightly gripped her ass. It took her a second to get comfortable in the new position, but once she was, she had to grip the headboard.

“Feyre,” he muttered against her. “Stop fucking hovering.”

The vibrations of his voice felt good down there, but she always worried he would not be able to breathe if she completely sat on him. Lucien moved his hands from her ass to her hips and shoved her hips down hard. He moaned into it which only made the situation hotter. Every flick of his tongue had her hips bucking. He was so good at this that Feyre thought she might cry from the intensity of it all. She started to lift her hips to give him time to breathe. Lucien grunted in disapproval.

“Feyre, I am going to suffocate on your pussy. And you are going to let me.”

The words should not have sent a thrill through her spine, but they did. Shoving her down on his face once again, Lucien went straight for the kill. He was licking right on the spot she loved. She screamed out Lucien’s name as she finished for the second time. Feyre did not think she could handle a third intense Lucien driven orgasm. Luckily for her, he pushed her down towards his cock. She was sinking onto him so quickly that even Lucien lost control for a second, shouting out her name.

It hit Feyre that maybe they should not be doing this. She suddenly felt nervous about how loud they were being and self-consciously looked at the door as Lucien continued to pump up inside her. He sat up while still inside her and roughly grasped her hair. He brought her ear to his mouth.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s gone for the afternoon and I locked the door.”

That should not have made Feyre even hotter but it did. She realized then that she liked the idea of potentially getting caught. Of course, she did not want to. There would be hell to pay if he found them like this, but there was a bit of a thrill to their secret rendezvous. All thoughts of him left her mind, when Lucien flipped them and started pounding her from above. He was hitting a spot that only he could ever seem to hit making her come for the third time.

“Oh my god.” Feyre muttered. She lifted her hips to meet his. Over and over again, he hit that same spot. She watched his face as she finished again. It was such a handsome face especially when it was as focused as it was now. A sheen of sweat covered his face as he finally concentrated on his own release. She could admit that she liked to watch his face as he finished. It was his most attractive face, but she was normally so distracted by his cock that she did not get to watch. She did not mean for the words to slip out, she would blame him for all the orgasms he was giving her.

“I love you.”

His pace did not falter. If anything, he went even harder, forcing another moan from her. He was close and she knew it. She continued to lift her hips to meet his and just as he was about to finish, the door started to open.

Feyre startled awake as Tamlin rushed into her room.

“Feyre, are you okay?” He rushed to her side to grab her face. The anxiety on his face fell away as he realized at the same time as her that it had only been a dream.

“I am fine. Just a nightmare.” He chest was heaving from the intensity of the dream. Feyre was startled by the contents of the dream. She had never thought of Lucien as anything more than a friend. Now though, that may be harder to accomplish.

“I heard you say Lucien’s name. Are you sure your okay?” His face was so concerned that Feyre felt guilty even though she shouldn’t. It’s not like she can control her dreams. She was glad it was still dark in the room though that way Tamlin could not see how flaming red her face was.

“Yeah he was in the nightmare. I am fine though. No need to worry.” As bad as it was, Feyre just wanted him to leave. She was too overwhelmed with the guilt from her dream and Tamlin being so worried about her.

“I will stay with you tonight.” He slipped into bed with her. She barely contained a groan. She could not very easily tell him to go away though, so she accepted it. She tried to fall back asleep, but every time she closed her eyes, Lucien was waiting for her with that wicked mouth and brilliant cock. Feyre was stiff in Tamlin’s arms until he fell asleep. She did not know what this meant, but she planned on ignoring it.

Safe to say, Feyre could not meet Lucien’s eye all breakfast without turning beet red and shamefully feeling a little hot and bothered. She did not think Tamlin noticed, but Lucien definitely did. Luckily for her, she managed to avoid both of them all day after that.

#feyre archeron #acotar #smut #lucien vanserra

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gwynrielendgame · 3 years

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Nyx and Isa part 4

I am feeling very uninspired these days yall. Good news though, I got a job 🥳🥳 woohoo.

"You two can go wander through the gardens now, if you'd like. Violet why don't you go with them? Someone needs to keep them out of trouble."

It was as much a dismissal if Nyx ever heard one. He rolled his eyes, but stood to leave anyways.

"I would actually like to listen in. If I am to be high lady some day, best I hear it all."

Nyx's parents shared a look. Whatever they wanted to discuss with Tamlin and the rest of the family was not information they wanted his daughter to know. Must be something about her.

"Very well. Nyx could you check on your sister, Velaris? I haven't heard from her all week."

Nyx was annoyed that he was being dismissed once again to check on his oldest sister, of all people, even though Isa was allowed to stay. She was much less trustworthy than him. He turned to leave with his younger sister in tow, but a snicker from Isa made him send a quick glare in her direction.

"Yes, run along now. Like the good little prince you are."

The sarcasm might as well have bit his skin. The entire room stopped their small talk to re-assess the situation before them. The last anyone had heard, Nyx and Isa had resolved any conflict from the recent fight they had. Although neither of them had spoken since Isa had revealed what she gave to protect Nyx.

"Stop this, Isa. Petty arguments do not become you."

"Oh look at prince Nyx. Once again taking the moral high ground. Shocker considering who your parents are."

"Did we...miss something?" Lucien interjected, clearly to lighten the mood which had zero effect on the arguing pair. They continued their banter as if Lucien never even spoke.

"You want to talk to me about my parents? What about yours? Your father abused my mother, only to impregnate, who I can only assume by your own standards, is a vile, evil witch."

She sucked in a harsh breathe. She told that to him in confidence and now he was throwing it back in her face. His anger fueled harder than his guilt. Nyx had walked back to the table at this point where he stood, glaring at his friend.

"Once again you stand on some moral high ground. The world is not black and white, Nyx. Your mother would like to convince you otherwise though, no? Must be her savior complex."

Her accent was much heavier with how vehemently she was talking. Feyre decided it was best to intervene.

"Okay, why don't you two separate and cool off. Obviously, emotions are running high."

Once again, the pair ignored anyone else speaking to them.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Isa. I am not the one that sold off my unborn first child, so of course, you do not have many moral qualms." Nyx threw back at her. She rolled her nose up in disgust.

"Would you have rather I let you die?"

"I am glad I am not dead, but what you were willing to give up for me is not something I would be willing to do for you." He crossed his arms. She scoffed.

"Maybe you should have mentioned that before you had sex with me!" She threw a roll from her plate at him. He let it bounce off his head with a roll of his eyes.

"Oof" Violet muttered while glancing anywhere but at the pair sparring off at the dinner table.

"Do not act as if I tricked you into that! I have been crystal clear about us. I am waiting for my mate, which you are not."

"Nyx," his mother tried to interject once again, but Isa stopped her.

"How do you know that? How do you know I am not your mate? The bond is hard to sense before it has snapped into place." Everyone recognized the desperation in her voice. She was pleading with him to love her in the way that she loved him. Unfortunately, it was also clear to everyone that Nyx was rather indifferent towards Isa as a romantic partner.

"Come on Isa! Be realistic. Our parents did not work out for a reason." He tried to reason. He thought they had just been having a bit of fun. Must have meant much more to Isa than she had been admitting to him.

"Perhaps you do share too much with your mother. Your self-righteousness is certainly straight from her handbook." She lashed out. Nyx recognized her feelings were hurt and that was the reason she was saying the nasty things she was. That did not mean it kept him from getting just as angry.

"Well, I am not the only one who takes after my parents. You are exactly like your father." He spit at her.

Nyx was tired of listening to her discuss his parents in such a way. She wanted to play rough? Well then he would play along.

"What is that meant to mean?"

"You are an entitled bitch who does not seem to understand when someone does not love you back. That's what I mean."

She flinched at his harsh words and he automatically wished he could take them back. She retook her seat, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. They both remembered what she accidentally admitted to him and the words he had not said back. He was breathing heavy from his own vehement yelling, but now as he looked around, he felt regret. It felt wrong to air out their grievances among family and friends, especially when he threw so much back in her face.

"Yikes..." Violet unhelpfully broke the awkward silence that had engulfed the room. Nyx noticed at the same time as everyone else that the table was shaking. It started to shake so much that he thought an earthquake was hitting Velaris. It was not until Tamlin spoke up that everyone realized who, instead of what, was making the table shake.

"Calm down, Isa."

She took a slow shakey breath. One lone tear fell down her cheek which she roughly wiped away. Nyx wanted to wrap her in a hug and apologize, but he stuck in his spot as her tattoos began to glow. They often glowed when she was using her witch magic, but never like this. This was bright, almost blinding when her normal glow was a light luminance.

"I am trying." She spoke softly. "I just want it to stop." Her hands went to her head and started clawing at her temples.

Nyx was not sure what she wanted to stop, but one glance around the room told him that this meant trouble. He wanted to help his friend, but no one moved a muscle and his father sent him a look that kept Nyx from speaking. Tamlin's reaction was even worse. He looked scared. Whether that was for his own life or because his daughter was in danger, Nyx would never know.

"Isabelle, stop."

"I can't." The word broke off at the end as she finally opened her eyes. They were glistening with tears and her expression would haunt Nyx until his last days. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Tamlin propelled forward, over the table. He wrapped Violet in an embrace as they fell to the floor.

And then a gust of power broke every piece of glass in the room. Every window, wine glass, and vase shattered. The power from Azriel's siphons reached out at the last minute and protected Nyx and Lucien from the blast of power. Nyx was still thrown into the wall from the sheer force of it. He managed to look over at his parents to see his dad protecting his mom. Tamlin must have known what was going to happen before it did because he reached Violet a second before it happened.

"Knock her out!" Tamlin yelled. "Before her eyes change."

Nyx looked up to see that Isa was still crying, but a swirl of power encircled her. She had sunk to her knees on the floor at this point and she still gripped her head as if it hurt. The power was unlike anything he had ever seen, so he assumed it must be her witch power. He knew he should get up and talk to her, but he did not want to make it worse. He watched as Lucien attempted to physically get to her, but the gust knocked him away. Both his parents tried using their daemati powers. Nyx was afraid of what would happen if that did not work. Tamlin shoved Violet behind a couch before approaching his daughter.

"Isa, you can control it. You have done it before. Focus."

She began shaking her head wildly.

"Get out of my head!" She screeched.

"I can't get in Tamlin. Whatever is happening is too powerful." Nyx wondered who was inside Isa's head if not his parents.

"Use your Night power to knock her out." Tamlin gritted his teeth as he slowly inched his way toward her. It was a physical feat unlike any other because the wind was powerful enough to keep Nyx on the ground.

"I can't. She's disarmed our fae magic."

Nyx tried to conjure his own magic, only to realize his dad was right. He did not think it was possible without the use of faebane. Isa had mentioned being able to temporarily disable fae magic, but she claimed the cost was too high for witches to use it often. He was worried she would end up killing herself before the night was over.

"Isa!" He started. As soon as he spoke, the power surrounding her intensified. "I am sorry. I did not mean it." He took a few tentative steps towards her even after his dad called out a warning. It was difficult due to the wind, but he managed to get close enough that his shouts were heard by her.

"I was lashing out because you hurt my feelings." The power started to ebb as she raised her head from her hands. "You are my friend and I did not mean to hurt you."

She looked at him for a second, her guard dropped, and when she blinked, her eyes opened again, completely black as the finest spun silk in all of the night court.

Fuck is all he could think.

Tamlin used the split second she was distracted by Nyx to make his move. She was in his grasp and being winnowed away before anything else could be said.

"Shit." His mother muttered from her spot on the ground.

"What the hell was that?" Azriel looked to Lucien for answers as he stood from the ground. It appeared everyone had been knocked to the ground from the force of her magic. Lucien wiped away blood from his forehead that kept pouring into his one good eye.

"How many witch, high lord children have you heard of?"

"None." Azriel grimaced. If he had not heard of it before, then it was likely few and far between that held that same heritage.

"Emotion is a highly sought after price by the spirits. Not many witches are willing to trade their emotions for the aid of the spirits. They feed on it which is why the children are so dangerous. They are one tantrum from killing their entire coven. Why do you think their numbers dwindle?"

"She's had how many years to get this under control?" Rhysand quipped back sarcastically only to get a withering look from Lucien.

"No amount of time prepares you for your first heart break. Especially when the cause of that embarrasses you in front of another court by declaring he does not love you back." Lucien gave a pointed look to Nyx with narrowed eyes.

"Not my finest moment." Nyx cringed as he thought back to all he said. Nyx walked back to Violet to help her up from behind the couch.

"The spirits feed on her emotions. She let her guard down, but they cannot take without giving. They gave her too much power to control with her emotions as tumultuous as they were. The more negative the emotion? The more all-consuming and dangerous that power becomes." Lucien explained. Although it hardly made any sense to Nyx.

"How can they feed if she does not call on them? Why do they not feed on our emotions?" Violet asked as she wiped dirt from her dress.

"The tattoos, a price she has paid for a past use of witch magic, acts as a tracking device. Much like you build mind barriers to keep other Daemati out, Isa needs to keep her barriers in place to prevent the spirits from taking freely. The tattoos call to spirits when they glow and the loss of her mind barrier allowed them in without her permission. As for the reason they do not feed on our emotions? Unsure. Isa jokes that regular fae emotions must taste bad." Lucien finally grabbed a napkin to press to the wound above his eye. He muttered an apology to Feyre for ruining it.

"Why did she not kick them out once she realized?" Feyre asked instead of responding to his apology.

"She probably did not realize she was giving her emotions freely to the spirits. They rewarded her with power. Mix in some fae magic, shape shifting abilities, and boom you have an uncontrollable dangerous cocktail in the form of a small female."

"The eyes?" Azriel quietly mentioned with raised brows. His shadows were moving erratically all around him.

"That is not up for discussion along with her mother." Lucien sent Nyx a glare.

"I know it was a low blow." He admitted. He would apology as soon as he was allowed.

"Isa loves her mother very much. You can love a person and despise their actions. Right Feyre?" It was an accusing statement. Everyone could see what Lucien was insinuating. His mother at some point or another loved Tamlin even if she pretended she never had. Feyre only rolled her eyes, but Rhysand sent a glare of his own back to Lucien.

"I should apologize. I do love her." Nyx felt the need to admit to everyone. "Just not in the way that she wants." He threw himself down on the couch. Violet followed his lead and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Not now. The reason witches do not readily offer their emotions is because it leaves them numb. It is a very unpleasant feeling and will be like talking to a wall." Lucien grimaced. Nyx assumed Lucien was thinking of the last time it happened.

"Has this happened before?" Azriel inquired.

"When her mother died. That's it." Lucien shrugged and dropped the napkin.

"I didn't know. I never meant to hurt her." Nyx felt the need to explain himself, but found there were no words to do so.

"If I know Isa, all she wanted to hear was that you care for her in some capacity."

"She knows that." Nyx insisted. He rested his head on top of his sisters. He was suddenly overcome with exhaustion unlike any other.

"Does she? Cause you had me fooled otherwise tonight." Lucien quickly winnowed away after that. A look around the room showed disapproving looks from everyone.

*****

"Thank you for coming." Tamlin shifted awkwardly in his chair. The Night Court inner circle looked on from their respective chairs in what Nyx assumed must be the formal sitting room. His parents, himself, and his sister squished together on one couch. Azriel took an arm chair to the left of Tamlin and the last chair remained unclaimed. Nyx stared at the chair as if he could make her appear simply from his stare.

"How is she?" Rhysand cleared his throat to ask. Tamlin gave a tight smile.

"Fine." He paused, debating whether he should say the next thing. "We lifted the ward on this room. If things should get out of hand today, you may winnow away."

Feyre narrowed her eyes at him.

"I thought you said she had it under control."

Tamlin sighed heavily and slouched in his chair. He rubbed at his temples as if this entire meeting exhausted him.

"You will see that you are in no danger. It is just a precaution."

Azriel went to say something, but stopped and looked towards the door. It was utterly silent. A few minutes later, Isa walked through the door with her head down. She looked...bad. In the kindest way possible because Nyx knew she had been through a lot mentally. It had clearly taken a toll on her physically. She shuffled to the last available seat without making eye contact. When she finally looked up, Nyx's heart lurched. She was pale with dark circles under her eyes. Her cheeks had sunken in from weight loss, leaving her looking like she consisted only of skin and bone. It was jarring considering how solidly built she had been previously. She had always been muscular; now though, he saw no hint of it. Her dress must have been fitted to her recently since it fit her well. It was a light green color similar to her eyes and flowed around her like a wedding dress. She might look beautiful if she did not look so sick. Nyx made eye contact with his sister's wide, shocked eyes. A quiet gasp left his mother's lips. Isa tried a small smile, but Nyx noticed her fingers nervously traced the new tattoos on her other hand.

"I apologize for my little display last week." She started. "I thought I had a better grip on my powers. Obviously not. I have spoken with my coven on the matter and I will be returning home for additional training."

Nyx contemplated whether he should speak or not. Last time they only exchanged spiteful words. He did not want those words to be the last she heard from him. He cleared his throat.

"Does your coven know about the first born debacle?" He felt it was a neutral enough of a statement. Isa replied simply.

"No."

"It is best if that is never discussed aloud." Tamlin interjected.

"How long will you be gone?" Violet asked. They had become friends as well and his sister looked sad at the prospect of her leaving.

"Until I need to claim my position as High Lady." Isa stared at her hands as she spoke. Violet gasped at the information.

"But that could be hundreds of years!"

Nyx frowned. He thought it might take Isa a few months to lose interest in himself and then they could return to just being friends. This seemed extreme, but perhaps they could still visit each other every once in a while. Isa only shrugged. Nyx felt dread at Isa's lack of emotional display. She had been rather devoid of anything else. The effects of the spirits must be taking more of a toll than anyone else assumed.

"That will leave you unprepared for your role as high lady. You do not have many allies or friends," Azriel started what appeared to be an oddly placed reprimand. "You should use all the time you have to form relationships with the other courts and possible emissaries."

"Lucien said he would help me when I first take over."

"That is not enough." Rhysand agreed as him and Tamlin shared a look.

"You will help me, no?" She asked.

"We may not have the time to devote to helping you run your court." Feyre said. Isa's eyes slid past Nyx's and landed on Violet's.

"I could help." His sister offered with a smile that looked so similar to their mother's.

"It would be very much appreciated." Isa tried to give a smile of her own but it only succeeded in showing how miserable this past week has been for her.

"You may want to consider marriage." Azriel felt the need to mention. "You will be at a disadvantage when you return, but a well aligned marriage could work. The prince of the Summer Court is unmarried, but you may find yourself at war with Amren over him. There is a princess of the Summer court that may be interested." His shadows tucked in tight to him.

"I shall consider that. Thank you for the advice, spymaster." No hint of her accent could be heard. Nyx realized she was focusing on disguising the accent in order to focus her attention. Her eyes kept wandering around the room as though she could not keep focus on the current conversation.

Tamlin appeared to nudge Isa subtly. He gave her a stern look before she turned back to look at Feyre.

"I apologize for the things I said about you." She said barely above a whisper. Feyre gave her a soft look which must have urged her to keep going. "Sometimes I feel angry at you because I see a life I could have had. With you as my mom. It is not fair, but it is true." Nyx could see tears in his mother's eyes that she quickly blinked away.

"I understand that sometimes we say things we do not mean. Right, Nyx?" Feyre gave her son a look. She was giving him an opening to say his piece while simultaneously avoiding responding to Isa. He should tell Isa that he did not mean it.

"Isa, I do love you. Just not in the way you are wanting." He tried to make eye contact with her so that she knew he was speaking the truth, but she did not look up from her hands.

"Okay." She gave a simple shrug.

Nyx felt his eyes brows furrowed at that. He was not sure what he expected her reaction to be, but something more than that. It made him feel something he was not ready to admit. And at this point, would never admit.

"Okay?" He asked with raised eyebrows. Isa was still refusing to look up at him, so he look towards his father who kept signaling with his eyes to go and comfort her.

"Yes, I understand I cannot make someone love me." The bland delivery of the words encouraged Nyx to move towards her. He kneeled before her in her chair and grabbed her hands, forcing her to look at him.

"I do love you." He emphasized. He did not want this to get lost in the mess of everything else. Something about that seemed to spark something in her eyes though. The sight of it made Nyx relieved.

"Not in the vay I vant to be loved. Not in the vay I dezerve to be loved." Her accent was extremely heavy and she began to grip his hands back just as strongly as he was holding hers. Tears gathered in her eyes but they did not fall.

"I vill no longer give you more than you dezerve, Nyx." And with that declaration, the last of her fight left her. She softly pulled her hands away and stood up. Her eyes were blank once more.

"I apologize once again for putting your lives at risk. It will not happen again."

And then she was drooping back to her room with slows steps.

"That went...well." Violet offered unhelpfully. "Right?"

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Nyx x Tamlin’s daughter part 3

Y’all cannot stop me from writing this series 😭😭I want to write more gwynriel, but the thought of a love triangle has angered me once again, so my hyper fixation has transferred elsewhere.

If you have any suggestion for future fics leave a comment below.

"Do you think mates are as rare as the Fae say? Everyone in my life seems to have a mate, yet lore claims it to be rare." Nyx turned his head from his spot next to Isa in the meadow. They laid right next to each other as they stared up at the sky. Close enough to touch, yet not feeling it necessary in the moment.

"That iz odd that your entire family iz mated." She laughed. "Your family are the only mates I have ever met, so I would say it iz rare for everyone except them." He sighed deeply.

"What troubles you?" Isa turned her head away from the sky to look at Nyx.

"What if I never get a mate?"

"Then you never get a mate."

"Isa, I am being serious right now." He groaned as he lifted himself up onto his elbows, so that he could look at her without the grass getting in the way.

"I am too. It will happen or it will not happen. No point in fretting over it." She shrugged as if it truly did not bother her. Nyx did not understand her.

"You really do not care if you ever find a mate?"

"I do not need a mate to find love or pleasure."

"But what if you find your mate while with someone else?" He felt the need to point out. He could not love someone while his mate was still out there. Nyx thought it selfish to love someone with the knowledge they were not his mate. What would they do once he did find his mate? What would he do?

"Like my father and your mother?" Isa raised an eyebrow at this.

"Well not exactly like that, but yes I suppose." Nyx laid himself back on the grass and looked back up at the sky. Isa turned her head away after a minute as well.

"Well if they were truly my mate, then they would wait for me. And if the person I was with is not my mate, then fate has us ending at some point, no? I would let everything occur naturally I suppose."

"If you were my mom, would you have left Tamlin for my father if he had not been awful?" Nyx had always been curious about Isa's opinion on the matter. She always seemed so spiteful of Feyre that perhaps she had heard a different story than what Nyx knew to be true.

"Yes. I would have found myself unhappy with life as a wife. I was made for so much more than that." She let out a deep sigh. Nyx contemplated her answer. He supposed that to be true. He could not imagine Isa playing house wife to anyone, but especially one that expected her to pop out babies and display herself only when beneficial to them.

"Would you ever marry?" He asked. She seemed quick to offer a marriage proposal to Nyx when they first met, but that had obviously been a joke.

"For love?" She shrugged. "I am far more likely to marry for political power than I am for love. I am strides behind with alliances among the seven high lords. When I take power the Spring Court will be weak simply because I am unknown of. Other courts will test my strength and intelligence."

"That is strategic." He also felt it was sad. She clearly was not a romantic at heart like he was. "I want more from life than power. I want what my parents have. Is that too much to ask for?" Nyx found himself frustrated with the fact that he had not found his mate yet. He had to keep reminding himself that it took his father five hundred years and his grandfather nine hundred years. It might make him mad if he had to wait that long though.

"I shall pray to the spirits about it."

"About what?"

A noise interrupted them before she could respond. Both of them stood quickly to surveil their surroundings. They saw nothing, but moved to put their backs to each other so that they could not be blindsided. Isa pulled her two short swords from their sheaths as Nyx prepared his ax and shield.

"What was that?" He whispered to her. She shushed him as they turned simultaneously with their backs still firmly placed together.

"Let's get out of here." She finally responded back but before he could respond a figured winnowed right in front of each of them and blew a powdery substance onto them. They winnowed away again just as Isa lifted one sword.

"Shit." She muttered. Nyx tried to winnow only to discover that he could not. Fucking faebane he thought. Nyx's hand went slack around his ax, and then a group of six males approached them. They came at them from Isa's side so Nyx turned to face the males. He stumbled a bit. The line of Fae males stopped about twenty paces away. Nyx did not recognize them. It was possible that Isa did, but she did not say otherwise as they stood across from them. Each male was armed with a weapon and a shield.

"I will take the three on the left. You got the other three?" She asked. He did not respond as she ran towards them. He wanted to wait to let them make the first move, but after she started running, the assailants came forward as well.

He seemed caught in a trance, watching Isa fight. One of her swords clashed with the tallest male while she simultaneously swiped at another one of the fighters. The tallest one swung his arm out, almost decapitating Isa, but she bent backward at the last second. She sliced an artery in one of their legs before checking her surroundings. Nyx assumed she was looking for him, but he had not yet moved for some reason. The second of distraction allowed for the tall one to cut her arm. It was so deep that Nyx swore he could see the bone all the way from here. The only acknowledgment of pain from Isa was a grunt, and then she ran her sword right through him. Nyx was jostled from his trance by an approaching fighter. Surprisingly, he walked up to him at a leisurely pace. Isa, once again, glanced back.

"Nyx!" She shouted as the male lifted his weapon. Isa tried to run back towards Nyx, but was tackled to the ground as she started to flee. Right before the male delivered the killing blow, his face started to droop. Nyx stared in horror as his face appeared to be melting off. The assailant went to grab at his face as he stumbled away from Nyx. His screams would haunt Nyx's nightmares for a very long time after this. He looked for Isa again. She was slicing the neck of one of the males on his knees. To his surprise though, her tattoos were glowing. She used witch magic, he realized.

"Move your ass, Nyx." She shouted from where she engaged all three males.

He continued to find himself surprised that they focused all their attention on her. He was not proving to be much of a threat, he supposed. He willed himself to move towards Isa, but something stopped him. He wanted to help his friend, he truly did. Her use of blood magic made things complicated. He did not want to be associated with the mayhem that was bound to be the consequences of it. As she took out her fourth male, the last two winnowed away. He watched her take a deep breathe of relief. Their eyes made contact, but before she could start berating him, the males reappeared right in front of Nyx.

"Fight!" Isa shouted. Nyx assumed his reflexes were worse than he originally thought because he did not move a muscle. The males smiled at each other and then they burst in flames. It horrified Nyx to watch them burn, to hear their pleas and screams. He could do nothing to stop it. He flicked his eyes to Isa as she intently watched the burning men. Her tattoos were glowing still, and she was reciting something. He could not hear her, but watched as her lips moved. After what felt like an eternity, the males were nothing but ash. He could hear their screams echoing in his ears though.

"Vat da fook vaz dat?"

It was the thickest he had ever heard her accent which meant she was spitting mad. He could not necessarily fault her for her anger, but he was in shock. Even in war, he had not quite seen brutality to that extent in a fight. Nyx continued to stare at the body with the face that Isa melted off. His eyes flickered back to her. She was breathing heavily and had a deep cut on her arm that she was now trying to twist around with a ripped piece of cloth from her dress. Her tattoos were no longer glowing, but several new ones appeared on her hands and fingers. They looked similar to her others, but now they were bright red and irritated as if someone had scratched them into her skin instead of tattooing ink. She wiped sweat and dirt away from her forehead and roughly pulled her hair away from her bruised face in a messy updo.

"Are you actually insane?" Isa asked.

She was more composed now as she slipped into strategic mode. She was planning on what to do now since Nyx was obviously going to be of no assistance and they could not winnow for probably a few more hours. He continued to stare at the bodies, thinking of how easy it seemed for her to do this. Even now, she seemed unbothered.

"I mean when Lucien said you were a mediocre fighter, I assumed that meant you vould at least fight. Not just stand there as I did all the work."

She was digging through all their pockets rather roughly. She was looking for any identifying information from their attackers, but it only managed to annoy Nyx. She did not have any respect for the dead if this was how she handled their bodies.

"You melted his face off." Was all he could say. Her head snapped up to glare at him harder than she ever had anyone else. She was upon him in an instant, shoving him by his shoulders.

"To save your unhelpful ass!" She screeched.

"You set these two on fire!"

"Well I apologize that in the heat of battle I did not consider more humane methods of death." She turned to walk away.

"My father was right." He muttered to himself. Isa stopped cold in her tracks, slowly turning around. Her face was void of emotion.

"Say that again." Her voice was deathly calm. It unnerved Nyx after what he had just witnessed.

"You have claimed that witch magic is not malevolent. Clearly, your definition is a bit skewed."

"I make no apologies for how I save the people I love. And you have no right to pass judgement when you just stood there and watched! You vould have let them butcher me, yet I am the immoral one?"

They both recognized what she accidentally admitted but neither of them was willing to call attention to it or address it.

"Why did it have to be like that though? You could have used any method."

"That iz not how it works." She grabbed at her hair, clearly frustrated. "I request the help from the spirits and they oblige. I do not get a choice in the manner of their help. But trust me, it iz not without a price."

"What is the price for this?"

She pursed her lips. She would not tell him what she must give for saving both of their lives.

"You have been waiting to throw this back in my face, no? Waiting for one moment where you could prove your parents were not in the wrong?" Isa was pacing back and forth at this point, but her tattoos had finally stopped glowing.

"Trust me, I never expected something like this from you." Nyx spat at her. He wanted to reel in his anger. However, he found it almost impossible.

"Do not zit on your high horse and pretend your father would not have done the exact same thing for your mother."

"We are not my parents." He reminded her. She tried to compose herself before Nyx could see her reaction. Unfortunately for her, she was not fast enough. Nyx watched her flinch at his vehement response.

"Vell you are certainly right about that. Neither of your parents would have stood and vatched as the other risked their life."

He had no excuse for why he stood there. Normally, he would have fought side by side with her. He had fought in battles before and he thought he had seen all the evils war had to offer. This was a completely different level. While they had been outnumbered, the males were unskilled and untrained. Isa could have held them off alone with no magic. It may have required more effort, but Nyx believed any magic was unnecessary. As much as he wanted to help, for some reason his body refused to move. The faebane the attackers used did not allow for them to winnow away, but Nyx had never heard of it impacting the body physically.

"You could have shape shifted." She laughed almost hysterically at that.

"If you knew what my other form vaz, you vould realize that death by it vould not be lezz brutal."

He shook his head and finally moved from his position. He started scouting the area to make sure there were no more assailants hiding anywhere.

"Oh, zo now you are helpful?" It was full of sarcasm as she rolled her eyes. She plopped herself down on the ground and closed her eyes.

Nyx was not exactly sure why he was so angry. Perhaps it was because he felt embarrassed that she saved both of them while he stood there like a statue. Perhaps he felt lied to like everything she had ever defended was really just a scheme to win over the Night Court. But truly? It had more to do with the fact that if he had aided Isa, she would not have felt the need to use her witch magic.

"Damn-ti your parents to come retrieve us." She demanded after laying down on the grass and covering her eyes with the crook of her arm to block out the sun.

Now why could he not think of that before? Just another thought to make him feel guilty. He almost corrected her enunciation like he normally did, but he stopped himself in the last second.

"Oh and next time, a zimple thank you vould suvice."

***

"What the hell happened?" Tamlin shouted as Feyre and Rhysand winnowed in Isa and Nyx. Isa was looking worse for wear, but since neither of the children were talking, the high lord and lady did not have an answer. Tamlin zeroed in on Isa's hands and the new tattoos that were present.

"Oh Isa," his voice changed and was suddenly much graver than it had been. "What have you done?"

"Vat I had to." She snapped as she dropped herself down on the couch in Tamlin's study. She was exhausted after the fight and just wanted to sleep.

"Well you look fucking fine." Tamlin turned his glare to Nyx from where he stood in front of his desk. "Care to explain why you leave with my daughter in perfect condition, and return her home on the brink of collapse?"

Nyx clenched his jaw. He did not want to say anything in front of Tamlin or his daughter. He wanted to go home and talk to his parents. Though, his parents kept giving him nervous glances, so he was unsure if they would be willing to do that right about now.

"Just leave it." Isa muttered. Her eyes were closed with her good arm thrown over her face. Rhysand scanned Isa's entire body. His eyes rested on her hands like Tamlin's had.

"What did you give? To protect our son?" His voice was soft and his eyes were sad. He must have known more than Nyx about potential consequences of witch magic. Feyre sat next to Isa on the couch to grab her hand. Nyx was confused by his parents change of heart where Isa was concerned. Previously, they had always been antagonistic towards her, but now they were being...soft.

"My first born." She muttered. Feyre sucked in a harsh breath as Tamlin closed his eyes in frustration. Nyx did not know how to feel. She was willing to give up her first child for him? He felt that only proved his point further. What kind of female was willing to give up a future child for a male she barely knew just three months ago? And one that was not even her mate? Nyx furrowed his brow.

"I never asked you to do that." He defended, but he was only met with three pairs of glaring eyes that told him to remain quiet. Isa must have been exhausted though because her response was understanding.

"I know."

Tamlin did not understand, however. He pounded his fist on the desk.

"Isabelle, you are my only offspring. It is your responsibility to continue the family line. There will be no one to succeed after you die, if you do not conceive multiple children. You know how difficult this is for the fae." Something he said ignited a fire in Isa. She immediately sat up from the couch to glare at her father.

"That iz not a fair responsibility to put on me! You could have more children! All you would have to do iz stick it in a different woman everyday until one stuck."

"Isabelle, watch your mouth." He scolded her as though she were a child. Tamlin walked back around the desk and took a seat. Isa took a long, deep breath before speaking again.

"I do not," she paused nervously, looking around. "Think I vant children." She finished. Isa rubbed her hands together in a way that she normally did when she felt anxious. Suddenly, Nyx felt his parents and him should not be here for this conversation. It felt private. Nyx never knew Isa may not want children. They had never really discussed it, but had assumed- as much as Tamlin did, apparently- that she would have at least one to continue the line.

"Oh." Tamlin awkwardly shifted in his chair. He made eye contact with Feyre and tried to motion to her to say some words of comfort. Feyre patted Isa's arm gently.

"You might change your mind once you find your mate?" Feyre offered unhelpfully. Tamlin put her on the spot and she was unsure what words of comfort Isa may be seeking. Those were not it if her reaction was anything to go by. She huffed loudly.

"Does not matter now, no? I cannot have children without sacrificing the first one which I vill not do. Besides, I am no mare meant for breeding. I vas meant for something more than being stuck at home caring for and nurturing a child."

"That is hardly a fair assessment of motherhood Isa." Feyre shook her head as she said this. "You can still do great things and be a mother."

"Are you to tell me that you took trips to the Court of nightmares to handle izzues while Rhysand stayed home and breastfed Nyx?" Isa raised her eyebrows at his mother. "That you vere able train amongst Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel while pregnant? Vould you have ever earned the title 'cursebreaker' if you had been a mother at the time?"

"Motherhood is not without challenge." Feyre once again defended.

"And that is what I speak of. I do not want challenge. I have too many obstacles to overcome as it is. I do not want to add the obligation of a child to that." Isa pulled at her hair. Nyx felt it best that he stay quiet. There were too many emotions flying as it was, no need to add fuel to the fire.

"Enough." Tamlin declared. "Isa, you are right. I should never have put that responsibility on you. I could just as easily have another child."

Isa let out a breathe in relief. Nyx could see that she feared disappointing her father. He wondered if she would have had multiple children if Tamlin had insisted on it. Luckily for Isa, Tamlin seemed to have changed his ways from when his mother and him were together.

"I think it is best if you were to leave." Tamlin suggested as he stared at Nyx's parents. "I need to check on Isa's wounds and continue this conversation...privately." Feyre nodded before walking over to where Rhysand stood.

"Thank you again, Isa." Rhys murmured before grabbing both wife and son and winnowing away.

"Thank fuck." Is all Isa managed to say.

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Nyx and Tamlin’s daughter part 2

Again no one really read the first part, but I don’t care! I have been inspired to write again, so I am just going with the flow. Also, I read somewhere that instead of describing accents you should just write how the accent sounds when the character speaks, but idk. If you think it’s annoying comment and I might change it for the other parts I’ve written.

"I apologize for my parents. They mean well, but I think my mother secretly still harbors negative feelings for your father."

Nyx felt it was necessary to apologize for his parents behavior. They have been less than diplomatic tonight and it must have been because of their pasts with Tamlin. Nevertheless, they invited Tamlin here tonight for peace and instead, offered spiteful exchanges. He glanced at Isa from the corner of his eye as they strolled down the garden path. It was beautiful especially at night. His aunt Elain tended to it often which made the flowers more beautiful than any other garden he had seen. He liked looking at her. Not necessarily for her beauty, although he could say with confidence that she was beautiful. She was not beautiful in the way that Elain or Mor were, but in the way that someone obviously powerful was. It was more about her essence. Everything about her was enticingly unique.

"That is strange, is it not?" She quirked a single eyebrow at him with a smirk lifting the edge of her mouth. He placed his hands in his pockets to avoid awkwardly fidgeting in the way his mother often did.

"What is strange?"

"That your mother left him for another man who zhe iz happily married to with three children, yet zhe haz ill will for him? Zeemz a bit backward, no?"

Nyx gave her a strange look. She had been hiding how heavy her accent truly was at dinner. Perhaps she had dropped her guard now that they were alone or perhaps she was tired of hiding it. Either way Nyx liked listening to it.

"Tamlin was awful to my mother when they were together. She's allowed to feel angry at him."

"Zo the story goez."

Isa stopped to pluck a particularly beautiful rose. Nyx took it from her hands gently. Only to stick it behind her ear. She gave him a small smile before they continued on their walk.

"How have I never heard of you?" Nyx asked the question that had been burning at the back of his mind since Tamlin introduced her. "You must be Pyrinthian's best kept secret."

Again, she sent him a small secretive smile while twirling down the path. Her dress made large swooping motions around her body as she seemed to dance to a song only found in her head.

"It iz tradition that young witchez are raised in their coven, completely izolated from other fae. It iz dangerous for young witchlings when their powers are not yet controlled. 'Unnatural' magic as your kin like to call it, does not lizten to the influence of the witch when their mind iz not strong."

"What can happen?"

"There are stories of young children killing their peers on accident when trying to show off."

"Is that why Fae fear your kind? Because it is unpredictable?"

"All witch magic has a price. The spirits aid us when we call onto them and they seek a price. There iz a method to the price but it iz subject to change depending on the spirit that answers. Your father was not wrong when he said blood magic brings chaos. The reason blood magic iz so feared iz because it can attract all zorts of evil spirits and monsters, which can be part of the appeal." She chuckled as she said this and shook her head. "How many times have your parents required the azzistance from a monster?"

"More than I would like to admit."

"Despite that, not all witch magic iz blood magic. Your father's ignorance iz thinking they are one in the same." Isa took a seat at one of the benches and Nyx followed suit. He sat a bit closer than newly acquainted fae should, but he hardly cared.

"So you were raised amongst your kind? Did you get to see your father much?" Nyx was curious about this secretive female. He wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

"He caused havoc and mayhem in order to zee me. They refused until my first shape shift when I was two and they realized they did not know how to help that. My mother had been zecretly sneaking me to see him before then though."

"Fascinating."

"How do you know zo much about witches?" She asked while pushing her short hair behind her ear. Nyx reached out and clasped her hand in his. He started to trace a small tattoo on the outside of her pointer finger.

"Honestly? I do not know much. A few of them have given some information over idle pillow talk though." He admitted with a shrug.

"Charming. Speak of your past conquests to your new one." She said it with a wide smile, so Nyx was not concerned that he had actually upset her.

"I would not call you my new conquest." He gave her a cheeky smile that she shook her head to with a chuckle.

"No? Zo you escort me out here to win my heart or from the goodness of your own?"

"Perhaps I escort you out here as a gentleman."

"That iz not what your reputation would suggest." She lifted her eyebrows at him.

"I have a reputation?" Nyx was wholly unaware of any reputation that might precede him unless it had something to do with his parents. Isa pulled her hand back into her own lap.

"Nyx, prince of the night court, zon of Feyre 'cursebreaker' Archeron, high lady of the night court and Rhyzand high lord of the night court. Intelligent and agile. Mediocre combat training, excellent spy potential, enjoys the attention of any and all females, and zuccezzfully gains the attention with uave charm and dashing good looks."

"You definitely did your research." He leaned back on the bench and crossed his arms over his chest as she leaned in a bit more.

"Believe it or not, those words were straight from Lucien before we winnowed here." She mock whispered.

"That seems a bit unfair. He gave me no information on you. I'd also argue I am much better than mediocre at hand-to-hand combat." Nyx felt a bit miffed that he had been described as mediocre at anything, but begrudgingly he knew Lucien was right.

"Be careful, I might be tempted to challenge you." She gave a wickedly mischievous smile before turning her head up to look at the stars. She plucked the rose from behind her ear and began twirling it between her fingers.

"What would we be wagering for?"

"The title of best fighter. Might give our parents zomething to boast about." She continued to look at the sky instead of him.

"Hmm. Not appealing enough. Perhaps for a kiss though?" He jested. Although, he imagined a kiss from her would be amazing.

"I zuppose. If you think winning a kizz will be easier than charming one from me, then you have severely misjudged me."

"Oh I know," he sent a wide, goofy smile her way. "I would need you to kiss the pain away after you kick my ass."

"Relentlezz." A genuine smile finally lit her face up. It made her even more beautiful.

"You are a mind reader, right? Can you tell me what I am thinking of?" She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and rubbed her temples with her pointer and middle fingers. It was the epitome of concentration but it only caused him to laugh and shake his head.

"You mean my daemati powers?" He attempted to infiltrate her mind only to be met with steel mind barriers. He did not think his father would even be able to get past those.

"Daemati?" She drug out the word as if she was testing how it sounded on her lips. "How does it work?"

"For some people, I can slip into their mind and hear their thoughts and experience their memories. Your mind, however," he poked her forehead right between her eyebrows. "Is too guarded. I supposed I will have to get to know you the old fashioned way."

She pushed her bottom lip out in a pout.

"That iz not fun." He laughed loudly at her expression. She seemed truly gutted that he could not read her mind. It was such an opposite reaction to how most people felt of the ability. It seemed like the deepest of privacy invasions to most. It was why he tried to limit using it as much as possible.

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Mediocre damn-ti can be added to your list." She stood up and placed the rose that was in her lap behind Nyx’s ear. He laughed but left it there anyhow. They started back towards the house.

"Daemati. And I would say my inability to infiltrate your mind speaks more to the strength of your power than a lack of mine."

She sent him a mischievous smile before grabbing his hand and twirling herself under his arm as she hummed a tune. She amused him with her peculiar behavior.

"Are you nervous to be High lady some day?" He figured she of all people would understand the anxiety he has been feeling lately to fill his parents footsteps. What if he messed up? What if he failed?

"Have not thought of it much."

"Truly?" She gave a simple nod before responding.

"I worry more about my father's death than the power I would have after it. He iz all I have left."

"I always imagined my parents voluntarily stepping down to give me the title. They seem so invincible. Perhaps that is the child in me." He did not like to imagine their deaths, but even so at least he would have a plethora of help. He had so many mentors that could show him the way. He felt bad that Isa only had Tamlin. Lucien too, probably.

"It iz sweet that you feel that way. I have zeen too much to believe that anyone is invincible."

"I just worry that I will fail. Or that I won't live up to their standards." Nyx had many a nightmares about this specific situation.

"That iz a lot of prezzure considering you are not yet High Lord." She bumped his shoulder with hers. He stumbled a step from surprise, but bumped her back.

"I will be one day though."

"What if one of you zisters get the throne instead of you? And then you wasted all dis time for nothing."

"Neither want it. Even if the power transfers to them, they have both said they will leave the title to me."

"You will probably fail and ruin your parents hard work." She said in a serious tone with a grave look on her face.

"Thanks." He deadpanned.

"But you will have me as an ally, no? And I will be ready dig you out of whatever hole you have dug. I am quite wise and known for my generosity." He could sense a hint of sarcasm with her last sentence, but felt honored that she was so freely giving her support anyways.

"Be careful, you might be underestimating how much trouble I could get us into."

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