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surielstea · 11 days

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Schools Out!

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel and reader are in charge of picking Nyx up from school, but Az doesn’t like the way the teacher looks at his mate.

Warnings: innuendo of having kids

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The final bell rang and children flooded from the brightly painted doors with wide grins on their faces as they lugged on their backpacks.

I stood beside a looming Azriel with a bright smile on my face as I waited for Nyx to exit the classroom. Feyre and Rhys had an emergency shipment at the art studio they needed to tend to and I was quick to jump at the opportunity to pick the young boy up from class.

Azriel— who has slowly become my personal shadow, goes wherever I go, so I wasn't surprised when he grabbed my wrist and led me to the front door without so much as a word.

A head of blue-black hair comes bounding out of the classroom. His sky-blue backpack hangs halfway off his shoulders as he talks to his teacher, looking up at the male as he clung to his hand.

Kids quickly found their parents but Nyx seemed too intrigued with his teacher to notice Azriel or I waiting.

People stared, perhaps it was Azriel's shadows swishing around us protectively or his large black wings, not many knew of the Illyrians and only about their reputations, I didn't blame them for staring, I wouldn't want the Illyrians near my kid's school either— but none of their eyes were on him, but rather on me.

Azriel's scarred hand snaked around my waist protectively and I smiled at the sentiment, my hand coming to his in an act to soothe him.

Nyx's eyes snag on us and his expression brightens. "Auntie! Uncle Az!" He rushes towards us, practically flying into my arms with a flap of his growing wings. "What are you doing here?" The boy asks excitedly. "Your parents are busy so we're here to pick you up," Azriel says, while I adjust him in my arms. "And, we might stop at the ice cream shop on our way home," I add, eyes flicking to Azriel with a mischievous grin, pinching my bottom lip between my teeth as Nyx's pupils practically morph into hearts.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," An unfamiliar voice sounds and my head whips up to see a tall male with a polite smile and finger-paint stains on his grey button-up. "Mr. Lockwood!" Nyx exclaims as if he hadn't just been with the teacher. "Hi Nyx," The male smiles at the boy, then looks back to me. "Nyx talks highly of you," A smirk curves his lips as his eyes linger all over me. Azriel's arm tightens protectively around me. "The both of you." The blonde corrects and I scoff a laugh, waving him off. "He does the same for you." I smile at him, setting Nyx down on his feet, his hand going into mine. "Always going on about Mr. Lockwood, you seem to make his day." I muse and Azriel's hand leaves my waist in order to pick a wanting Nyx up. "Please, call me Ezra." He presses a hand to his chest humbly and my brows raise a fraction.

I can practically feel Azriel tense beside me at the rushed familiarity. I bring my hand up to his bicep reassuringly as I continue my conversation with Nyx's favorite teacher.

"Right, Ezra," I smile politely at him, dragging my hand down Azriel's arm until reaching his hand where I intertwine our fingers. The teacher looks at our hands, at Azriel's scars I realize, watching as he swallows a lump in his throat. I bristle at the act, wondering what's so wrong with my mate's hands.

"Oh—" He catches the glare I'm subconsciously giving him and pulls a clipboard that was tucked beneath his arm.

"I just need you to sign here before you leave since you're not one of Nyx's biological parents." He holds the paper towards me. I skim through the fine details, the form essentially saying that Nyx's parents had consented to Az and me taking their child home.

I spotted the blank section at the bottom that I had to sign. "I'm sorry, I don't have a pen." I pad my pockets but find them empty.

Mr. Lockwood reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a red pen, but before I can take it, shadows appear before me, holding a blue pen. I looked to Mr. Lockwood who was staring down at the shadows anxiously, like the dark tendrils might eat him alive— and if my hand wasn't in Azriel's the spymaster might've let them.

I choose to take the blue pen, pulling it from the dark tendrils with a grateful smile and they happily whisk away, down towards the ground where they pooled at my heels. Mr. Lockwood puts his pen back in his breast pocket with a slight drag in his movements, as if in defeat. I sign the space with a big looping signature then hand the pen back to my mate. "Thanks, Az," I hum, he simply nods and takes it from my hold. I turned back to the teacher who was staring at the both of us like he was beyond confused as to why we were together.

It was no secret Azriel and I were pure opposites. One could tell just by looking at my pink gowns and white skirts compared to his black leathers— but it went deeper than just our clothes. I was typically the center of attention when it came to social events while Azriel preferred to observe me. I was always talking his ear off while he just nodded and chimed in every now and again. So when we met strangers it was always a shock to them when they found out we were mates.

"All done here?" I tilt my head, knocking the blonde from his stupor. "Uh— yes." He tucks the clipboard back under his arm. "Perfect," I take Nyx's backpack and sling it over my shoulder. "We'll be seeing you." I smile while Azriel pulls me away. "Bye, Mr. Lockwood!" Nyx waves with a bright smile from over Azriel's shoulder.

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The walk to the Ice Cream parlor was brief, since Nyx's school was located in the Rainbow everything was only a short distance away, still, the entire way there Nyx raved on about his teacher. Much to Azriel's dismay.

"—And Mr. Lockwood gives us a cool sticker every time we get something right!" Nyx exclaims, skipping slightly as he tugs on my hand. "Would you rather have a sticker or ice cream?" Azriel says and I toss the jealous male a knowing glare. "Oh ice cream for sure," Nyx licks his lips excitedly. "That's what I thought." Azriel mumbles and I playfully smack his shoulder with my freehand.

"Can I please get a chocolate cone, Auntie?" Nyx asks, ignoring his snarky uncle. A smile pulls at my lips. "I don't see why not?" I hum and a grin showing all his teeth blessed his expression. "Maybe I'll get one too." I wink at the boy as we reach the shop, Azriel opening the door for the both of us. The worker behind the counter smiles at us in a greeting and I return it.

"What flavor are you gonna get?" I ask the kindergartner. "I can't see," He says, standing on his tiptoes and attempting to peer over the edge of the glass. Without a word, Azriel swoops him up and props the boy on his hip.

"Ooh, that one," Nyx exclaims, pointing to a brightly colored tub. "I remember I had that kind with Uncle Cass before and it was so good," Nyx licked his lips as if he could still taste it. I shake my head with a growing grin and approach the counter, the silver-haired fae smiling softly at the three of us.

I order for all of us, making sure to get a chocolate cone for Nyx, per his request. The woman repeats my order back and I nod. "Your total is nine gold marks," She hums, but before I can shuffle through my coin purse Azriel puts down the money due and I look up at him. I slip my hand into his in gratitude as the cashier scoops the ice cream into the cones.

When she hands Nyx the chocolate cone he nearly runs laps around the shop, but in fear of his cold treat melting he instead licks up the side, the scoop seeming as big as his head. "You three are such a lovely family," The female smiles as she hands me my cone. "Oh, he's not—" I begin. "Thank you." Azriel interrupts before tugging my hand towards the door. "Have a nice day!" I wave to the worker. "You too!" She mirrors my expression. "Bye!" Nyx waves carefully, cautious of his ice cream toppling over. She waves back before the door to the parlor opens and we exit, the bell chiming behind us as Azriel guides me down the sidewalk, Nyx still in his arms.

I wrapped my arms around his free one, suddenly overwhelmed by some type of baby-fever. Watching the feared shadow singer be so innocent with Nyx made me want a child of our own. How I'd kill for a kid that looks just like him, hoping our child has his eyes— or better yet, his smile. I push the thoughts away as a pink tinge comes to my cheeks, I lean against his bicep as we walk side by side, enjoying our ice cream on the hot day.

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jmoonjones · 1 year

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Considering the magical abilities of Rhysand and Azriel, Cassian's at a huge disadvantage during games of hide and seek with Nyx

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shallyne · 7 months

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Headcanon

Nyxie has a phase where he tries to copy Rhys in everything. His stance, how he eats, walks, talks. When Rhys does paperwork, Nyx sits right beside him scribbling on a piece of paper (very important, like dad) he tries to flap his little wings like Rhys

All that stuff

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nightcourtseer · 10 months

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Nyx’s Nightmare

Summary: Nyx wakes up in the middle of the night from a bad dream - to be expected, as war is on the horizon. Elain comforts him, with the help of someone else.

Pairing: Elriel

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Nyx woke with a start in the middle of the night.

Cool air swept through the window of his bedroom, flung wide to let in fresh air and the comforting sight of the multitude of stars twinkling brilliantly above Velaris.

His father was always telling him that whenever Nyx missed him or his mother, that he should look up to the stars. That Nyx’s mother and father would always be there for him, no matter how far away they were, along with the High Lords and Ladies before them and their family and friends from long ago - they would all be there, among the stars, watching over him.

But that night, not even blinking his sleep-heavy eyes at the expanse of the night sky could comfort him from the nightmare from which he had just awoke.

For war was approaching, and quickly. And no matter how carefully his family tried to shield him from that fact, there were also difficult conversations had with Nyx, at a delicate 5 years old, to prepare him for the possibility of the worst.

One such recent conversation revealed the ultimate bond made between his parents. A bargain that comforted him in the fact that his parents would never again be without each other. But could also leave Nyx an orphan.

They had told him in his parent’s study, where Nyx felt more like a High Lord’s son than solely Nyx. The oversized leather chair in which he had sat made him puff out his chest, tracing the buttons beneath his fingertips as his father began speaking, first gesturing him to the constellations mapping the walls of the skies above them, and the skies above worlds that they did not even have access to.

His father had reminded him that no matter what, he would never be alone.

There were so many who loved him, who took care of him like their own son. His Uncles Cassian and Azriel, Aunts Nesta and Elain, Amren and Varian and Aunt Mor and Nuala and Cerridwen and Lucien and Gwyn and Emerie and the priestesses and the Valkyrie…

But he had only two parents. Who he could lose at once in the snap of a finger.

Each night since they had sat him down to tell him this, the same nightmare had plagued Nyx’s normally sweet dreams.

A bloody battlefield, his parents on the frontlines. Side by side. Facing a horde of beasts and monsters and somewhere in the crowd among them, a cackling evil, a nameless and deathless god whom Nyx had only gleamed whispers about while lurking around the meetings he had no business overhearing.

What he had wished his father had told him was that the stars were also protecting Rhys and Feyre.

Nyx’s covers suddenly felt restricting, the typically comforting tuck pulled up to his chin by his Aunt Elain, his caretaker for the evening while his parents were away in Day. Nyx always loved when he got to spend time with his aunt, one of the most patient figures who took turns caring for him. He loved gardening with her, learning about each unique plant that resided in the garden. And he loved baking with her, the product of which sat upon his bedside table. A plate of cookies with a small note that cheekily read, “For Emergencies…”

Judging by the moon’s position in the sky, it was still the middle of the night. But even though Nyx was far too old to be clinging to his aunt because of a nightmare, he shook with the need to be held. His small hands tremoring as he blinked away his tears ashamedly, slipping out from under the covers and padding barefoot across his room.

He passed under the posters of constellations gifted to him by his father, and the paintings that he had done with his mother.

Reminders of those who loved him filled the space, never making it seem too large or empty. A wooden sword was propped up in the corner, a rocking pegasus in the opposite one. The western windowsill held a flourishing garden, where Nyx was tending to a pot of night-blooming jasmine with his aunt’s help. A small piano resided on the wall opposite his bed, upon which rested a silver crown adorned with an obscene amount of tiny rubies. It was joined by a stuffed fox on the tiny wooden bench, which looked as if it were about to start playing with the keys, a mischevious look on its red-orange face.

Nyx turned the knob of his door, which was tied with a pale blue ribbon.

The dark hallway loomed menacingly ahead of him. His aunt’s bedroom on the opposite wing from that of his and his parent’s.

Winnowing was not allowed in the house, he had been expressly told by his parents, except in the case of an emergency or injury.

His parents had told him it was rude to winnow, and that it was especially forbidden to winnow into their bedroom, or any of his aunt’s and uncle’s bedrooms, unannounced.

But to Nyx, his small body still shaking with fear, this felt like an emergency.

So he squeezed his eyes shut, picturing his aunt’s warm bedroom with the pale yellow quilt and the vase of flowers never empty on her nightstand. The ornate wooden jewelry box filled with pretty things and a cobalt blue cloak hung on the back of the door.

And then Nyx winnowed, an easy task as he had been practicing with his parents whenever allowed.

His aunt’s back was to him as he appeared inside the dark room. Her windows also open wide, overlooking the garden she tended down below.

Elain’s form moved up and down rhythmically, fast asleep in the late hour of the night.

But as Nyx’s eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, he started in surprise to see that she was not alone in the large bed. A dark frame held her close to him, wings pulled in tight behind him as he slept on his side. Midnight hair swept over his face and hid it from view as Elain slept soundly next to him, her own face burrowed in his tattooed chest. No shadows to be seen - Nyx figured even they must be sleeping.

“Aunt Elain…” Nyx hesitantly reached out to touch her shoulder.

Elain woke with a small gasp, turning around abruptly to see who had woken her. Nyx took a small hesitant step back, twisting his hands nervously in front of him - even though he had never once been chastised by his Aunt Elain, the gentlest of his many caretakers.

“Nyx!” She breathed, squinting through sleep-bleared eyes. “What’s wrong?”

The concern in her voice threatened to send a new wave of hot tears spilling down Nyx’s pink cheeks, which flushed in embarrassment. Future high lords were not meant to cry over a bad dream.

To distract himself, he addressed his initial source of confusion.

“Why is Uncle Azriel in your bed?”

Elain froze, kind brown eyes wide as she stared at her nephew.

Nyx looked over her shoulder to where Azriel still slept, unaware of the conversation taking place. He hadn’t seen his uncle in weeks - and often went long stretches wondering where the spymaster was.

Elain went to open her mouth, but Nyx whispered again before she had the chance to speak.

“Are you scared too?”

“Oh, baby…”

Elain’s arms reaching for him sent the first tear falling as Nyx tried to furiously blink it away. His aunt’s gaze softened as she lifted the covers, carefully moving from beneath Azriel’s heavy arm to pull Nyx closer to her, replacing the blanket back over the top of them once he was settled.

“Having Uncle Azriel here makes me feel better,” Nyx whispered quietly, as if to console his aunt as Elain wiped the stray tears from his face, brushing back his dark hair away from his eyes.

Her warm touch soothed him, her calloused hands still somehow soft.

“He makes me feel better too,” Elain admitted with a soft smile, eyes crinkling in the corners. “He’s very, very tired tonight, so we’ll have to try not to wake him.”

“But what are you afraid of, Aunt Elain?” Nyx inquired, already feeling calmer in his aunt’s reassuring presence, his uncle’s quiet breathing another balm to his worried mind.

“You helped win the last war. You’re not afraid of anything.”

“It’s okay to be afraid,” Elain murmured, not fully addressing his question. She paused, and then lifted a finger to tap twice on top of one of the stars embroidered onto Nyx’s soft sleep-shirt - where Nyx imagined his heart must be.

“To fear is to love, honey. It means you have a big heart - and you love something, or someone, very much.”

Nyx looked down, and then back up to his aunt’s loving face.

“I’m afraid of war. Of what could happen to mama and papa.”

The words hung heavy in the quiet night, and Nyx held his breath - afraid that even whispering them might speak that awful scene into existence.

Elain nodded slowly, a stray curl falling in front of her face as she leaned in to press a kiss to Nyx’s forehead, pulling him closer for a hug.

“You’re a very brave boy, Nyx. And I promise you, your mother and father will do whatever is in their power to always come home to you.” Nyx nodded, willing his aunt to be right. “They love you very much. We all do.”

And Nyx knew that to be true, without a doubt. He let that love surround him, as he nestled into the warmth of the blankets and Elain’s touch which continued combing through his hair. The rhythm of it a gentle lull back into sleep.

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It must not have been too much later, as Elain was still awake when new movement roused Nyx once again. He blinked open his eyes, readjusting once more to the darkness of the room.

Nyx peered over the top of his aunt’s shoulder. His uncle had started murmuring something in his sleep, muffled by the pillow as scarred hands knotted and twisted in the casing.

“I think Uncle Azriel is having a nightmare,” Nyx said frowning, concern coloring his voice as he noted the furrowed brow on his uncle’s face.

“What does he have bad dreams about?”

Nyx could not fathom the formidable spymaster, his kind but stoic uncle, being afraid of anything.

“Yes, he does have bad dreams.”

“About what?” Nyx asked curiously. He couldn’t make out what his uncle was saying.

Elain turned to look slightly over her shoulder, at the male sleeping next to them.

“He’ll tell you himself when you’re older.”

Nyx knew not to protest this rationale by now - he knew well that when one of his parents or caretakers said he had to wait until he was older, there was no argument to be had.

Even if he wasn’t yet allowed to know what his uncle was dreaming about, Nyx didn’t want his uncle to suffer. Remembering his own nightmare just hours before.

He reached a small hand over Elain to nudge his uncle’s shoulder, but Elain was faster, capturing his wrist in her hand before he could touch Azriel.

“Gently,” Elain warned softly, but firmly. “Sometimes Uncle Azriel is confused when he wakes up, and he doesn’t remember where he is. We don’t want to startle him, especially since he will be very surprised to see you.”

Nyx nodded seriously. When it came to all matters of his uncles, he never wanted to disappoint them.

“Okay,” Elain affirmed, twisting and lifting Nyx so that he now lay in between his aunt and uncle. Still guiding his outstretched hand, Elain led Nyx to gently lay a palm on Azriel’s cheek. His skin was cool beneath Nyx’s touch, soon enveloped by the warmth of his aunt’s palm as she gently stroked both his uncle’s face and Nyx’s hand.

Nyx knew the second his uncle woke, as shadows swarmed from the corners of the room to fly about their master, tickling Nyx’s cheeks and nose in their haste to get to Azriel.

The shadows had never frightened Nyx, but seemed to trail after him once in a while like a stray puppy. Probably by the will of their commander, but Nyx appreciated their presence all the same. It was like an extension of his beloved uncle, even when he wasn’t there.

“Elain?” Azriel muttered dazedly as his brow tightened even further while he fought to open his eyes.

“We have company,” Elain murmured back carefully to his uncle, a kind of warning in her tone. Nyx waited with bated breath.

He didn’t have to wait long, as Azriel’s hazel eyes opened fully at her statement, landing quickly on Nyx who was mere inches from his face.

“Holy mother-“

Nyx couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at his uncle’s surprise, having never once been able to actually startle his stealthy uncle before.

“What’s wrong?” Azriel rasped, pushing up to his elbows to look behind Elain and Nyx toward the still closed door. A few of his shadows darting out beneath it into the quiet hallway.

“Everything’s fine… Azriel.”

Elain’s voice was just as soft as it had been with Nyx.

“Nyx had a bad dream, too, and winnowed here.”

Azriel’s shadows settled closer to him once more once he had determined that neither Nyx nor Elain were in any real danger.

Nyx’s cheeks turned bright red, and he hoped the darkness might hide the fact from his uncle.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m not supposed to winnow in the house.”

Azriel’s expression softened, hazel eyes lowering toward Nyx’s wide blue eyes and wobbling lip.

“It’s alright, Nyx.”

Elain chimed in gently, suggesting, “Why don’t we take you back to your room and we’ll wait until you fall back asleep?”

She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

“Yes, please,” Nyx answered bashfully.

Elain led the way out of the room, shadows twisting around her ankles affectionately as Azriel followed behind them both. Nyx had never seen his uncle so casual before. He padded barefoot and bare-chested in a pair of soft sleep pants, hair mussed every which way.

It had been strange to discover him in his aunt’s bedroom, as every i interaction he had ever witnessed between the pair before had been polite, cordial, but nothing more. But clearly, they were good enough friends that Elain turned to him when she was frightened, too.

He was grateful for both of their presence that night, and the memory of his nightmare was quickly fading.

A small hand reached forward, grasping Azriel’s and then the other reaching just behind him to grab Elain’s.

Azriel gave a small smile to Elain over the top of Nyx’s head, while Elain beamed.

The walk down the long hallway no longer seemed so frightening to Nyx, as shadows twisted and danced along their path, the dark shapes leading the way back to Nyx’s room.

Once inside, and Nyx was settled back underneath his covers which once more seemed comforting rather than restrictive, Elain and Azriel sat on either side of him, Elain fussing while Azriel sat quietly, his tired eyes bouncing between the boy and his aunt.

“Uncle Azriel, will you sing?”

Nyx’s small voice was already fading as his eyes drooped with exhaustion.

Elain flashed Azriel a pretty smile, which made the corners of his uncle’s lips turn up before he started to sing quietly, a song that he had sung to Nyx since he was in swaddling clothes. It was in a language he did not recognize, but comforted him all the same. His uncle’s voice was rich and deep, like the roots of a tree digging deep into the earth.

The last thing Nyx thought about before he drifted back to sleep was that he hoped his aunt and uncle would not have any more bad dreams that night either. And that the stars would watch over them too, just as they remained bright and twinkling outside of his bedroom window.

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Once they were sure Nyx was resting peacefully, with no nightmares in sight, Azriel and Elain quietly took their leave back to Elain’s bedroom.

As soon as the door had clicked shut behind them, Azriel scooped up Elain and carried her down the rest of the way down the hallway, against her whispered protests.

Now that he was awake and sure that his nephew was sleeping soundly once more at the other end of the hall, Azriel had no intentions of falling asleep again anytime soon.

“We’re lucky that I needed that nap before properly greeting you,” Azriel murmured, pressing teasing kisses up and along Elain’s throat. “Otherwise we would have needed to have a much different conversation tonight.”

Elain huffed a laugh, even as she gripped his shoulder tighter, urging him on.

“I’ll figure out what to explain this as in the morning, to keep him from saying anything to Rhys or Feyre.”

“Is something distracting you from devising a plan right now?” Azriel murmured against her neck. Elain could feel the curve of his lips turn in a teasing smile.

“I’ve been waiting for this distraction to come home to me for weeks, so I would say yes…” Elain retorted, pushing him away and on his back with surprising strength and hiking her nightgown up in order to straddle him.

“Now, distraction, show me exactly how much you missed me.”

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rosebudsarts · 1 year

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“I’d twisted to look at him just in time to see him crash to his knees. And then he'd been weeping, and laughing, and all I could make out in his ecstatic babbling was one word: baby . I’d leaped off the stool. I was weeping too by the time I launched into his arms, knocking us both to the ground, and he ’ d put a hand to my stomach in wonder.” - Feyre and Rhys bonus chapter from ACOSF

So happy to finally post this scene 💜 please give credit if you repost

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emanimates · 3 months

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Rhysand with Nyx! Have I even finished Wings and Ruin yet? No. Have I even drawn Acotar characters yet? No. Do I even know what Nyx looks like? Also no. But I felt like drawing them soooooooo yeah— I’ll finish this later probably

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harperbrynne · 8 months

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Feysand Week 2023 Day 2: Hobbies

One day, Feyre brings Rhys to the cabin to show him some new artwork she made. He walks in, looks up, and his gaze meets a new pair of blue eyes smaller than the rest. Nyx’s eyes.

Then he notices the pair next to Nyx’s. An outline of another set, the same small size, but with no color filled in. Yet. This is how Feyre tells Rhys they’re having another child.

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acourtofmishapandmistakes · 1 month

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Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better

A heartwarming moment of Nessian charm, unfolding in the bustling world of the Night Court after ACOSF. Amidst the ceaseless duties that command the attention of the Night Court denizens, Nesta offers to watch Nyx for the day, giving Feyre and Rhys the opportunity to attend to external court duties. As Feyre brings Nyx to the House of Wind, she stumbles upon Cassian and Nesta finishing their morning workout. Nyx's arrival sparks a playful competition between his aunt and uncle leading to spirited sparring for honor with a mix of banter and teasing for good measure.

No warnings needed other than mild swearing and wooden sword fights

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It had been a long, hot, brutal morning. Before the sun even peeked over the horizon, Cassian had summoned Nesta to the training ring for some early morning sparring, insisting it was essential before his departure to Windhaven for the day. Nesta had pleaded for a reprieve, arguing that his day's training at the camp would be more than sufficient and that an additional morning session might only exhaust him. However, Cassian's playful threat to haul her from bed by her ankles had her reluctantly rising and dressing for the occasion.

"Cassian, I swear to gods, if you pull that stunt again, you'll regret it," Nesta warned, though her position on the ground, disarmed and defeated, left her little leverage for threats. She was sprawled on her back, knees bent, trying to prop herself up on her forearms after Cassian skillfully disarmed her and sent her crashing to the earth.

Cassian's response was a teasing laugh. "Nes, there's nothing for me to regret. You've yet to pose a real challenge this morning."

He bent down, offering a hand to assist her up, which Nesta promptly swatted away. "Don't bother helping, you ass."

Retracting his hand, Cassian's smirk widened. "Still sore about the last few rounds, then?"

Nesta rolled onto her side, stretching her arm toward the wooden sword that had been unceremoniously knocked from her grasp and tossed out of the ring. "Just shut up," she muttered.

Cassian chuckled again before walking away to fetch some water, leaving Nesta to push herself up to her hands and knees. She then stood, releasing a sharp hiss as she clutched at her hip, the source of a sharp pain from her most recent tumble. She knew a significant bruise was forming, a painful souvenir from their strenuous session.

From behind her, Nesta heard the door to the training ring creak open. She turned to see her sister, Feyre, accompanied by her nephew, Nyx, ascending the steps. Nyx, who had just celebrated his third birthday, was proving to be more of a handful than ever before. His newfound ability to run had Feyre and Rhysand perpetually on alert. Often, they found that turning their backs for just a moment was enough time for Nyx to vanish from the room and dash down the hallway, leaving them scrambling in his wake.

Nyx leaned his small frame into the door, putting his whole-body weight into his effort as Feyre gently pressed her fingers against the top to prevent it from snapping back on him. His determined tiny grunts coaxed a smile onto Nesta’s face. Catching her sister’s eye, Feyre released an exasperated sigh and gave a helpless shrug conveying a resigned “what can you do?” amidst the chaos of the toddling heir of the Night Court.

Once the door was opened wide enough to meet his standards, Nyx gave it one final shove before dashing away, leaving the door to swing back in Feyre’s direction. Having just removed her hand, Feyre was unprepared for the impact; the door smacked her shoulder with a thud, eliciting a soft “ow” from her lips. Nesta held back a laugh.

“Cass!” Nyx’s voice rang out, his little feet pounding across the concrete as he made his way across the training ring.

Cassian, who had just finished downing the last bit of water, glanced over his shoulder. His eyes widened at the sight of Nyx barreling toward him, his run more a clumsy charge than a sprint.

“Nyx!” Cassian called out in response. He quickly turned and dropped into a crouch, arms open wide, ready to catch the enthusiastic toddler in a warm embrace.

As Nyx collided with his uncle, Cassian theatrically threw himself backward with Nyx in his arms, pretending as if the little one’s impact was enough to knock the sturdy Illyrian warrior off balance. A loud “oof” escaped Cassian at the feigned impact. Nyx erupted in raucous laughter, thrilled by the sensation of flying back with his uncle.

Nesta shook her head, a bemused smile playing at her lips as she turned back to her sister, who was making her way across the ring towards her. Extending an arm, Nesta enveloped her sister in a light, warm embrace.

“Hands full?” Nesta teased.

“You have no idea,” Feyre responded, tucking a strand of heir behind her ear. “It took us 45 minutes just to leave the house this morning. Nyx was adamant he could tie not only his shoes but mine, Rhys’s, and Elain’s too. And gods forbid we try to tie our shoes ourselves or help him with his – no, that would lead to a meltdown like we had torched is favorite toy.”

Nesta raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, does Nyx actually know how to tie shoes now?”

“No. That’s exactly why it took 45 minutes,” Feyre said with a sigh, crossing her arms. She glanced back across the ring, where Cassian lay on his back, feigning defeat with arms splayed out, while Nyx, with one of Cassian’s hands in his grasp, leaned back, trying his best to haul the Illyrian warrior along with him.

"Cass," Nyx whined, tugging harder at Cassian's sizable hand.

With an exaggerated sigh, Cassian played along. "No, no, Nyx. Your hit was so powerful I can't possibly get up. It seems I'll have to just lie here forever, baking in the sun, all alone, so very lonely."

Cassian then threw his other arm over his forehead in a dramatic gesture, lamenting loudly, "Woe, woe is me."

At the sight of his uncle's theatrical display, the boy couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"No one knows how to entertain Nyx quite like Cassian," Feyre mused

"It's because Cassian is essentially a giant toddler himself. For Nyx, it's probably like playing with someone his age who just happens to be ten times his size," Nesta quipped.

"You're just jealous because he came to me first," Cassian called out to them.

"Jealous?" Nesta retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm. "It's hard not to notice you first when I can smell you from across the ring."

At this, Nyx let out peals of laughter, releasing Cassian's hand to dash over to his aunt. "Cass is stinky!" he chanted gleefully as he ran.

Nesta scooped Nyx up into her arms, enveloping him in a warm hug. "Hi, my little warrior," she greeted, planting a gentle kiss on his temple.

Nyx, bubbling with giggles, wrapped his arms tightly around Nesta's neck.

Cassian finally got up from the ground, brushing the dirt off the back of his training leathers, before walking over to join the group. "Well, Auntie Nesta, I doubt you're smelling like roses yourself after all this," he teased.

Nesta responded with a sharp glare, unamused by his comment.

From the snug embrace of her neck, Nyx chimed in, "Auntie Nessa smells good like cookies."

Nesta's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but break into a large, sarcastically triumphant smile directed at Cassian. "See? Auntie Nesta smells like cookies," she declared, basking in the small victory.

Cassian rolled his eyes playfully and reached out to scoop Nyx from Nesta's arms. Lifting the boy onto his shoulders, Nyx steadied himself by grasping Cassian's long hair.

"Thank you for watching him today, Nesta," Feyre said.

"Of course! Anytime I get to spend with my little warrior is time well spent," Nesta replied warmly, reaching up to wiggle Nyx's little boot.

"We shouldn't be gone too long," Feyre added, placing her hands on her hips. "I think Rhys plans to return from Windhaven sometime tomorrow early afternoon, and then I'll head back tomorrow evening."

"No rush, come back whenever you're ready," Nesta assured her.

"Rhys mentioned he'd be over to pick up Nyx around noon, so you won't have to worry about lunch for him."

"Auntie Nessa," Nyx queried, looking down at Nesta from his perch on Cassian's shoulders, "Why aren't you going with Daddy and Cass to the camp?"

"Well, because someone has to stay here to spend time with you, right?" Nesta replied with a smile.

"I wanna go to camp, too!" Nyx declared with the confidence only a toddler of Rhys's could muster.

"No, no, you don't want to go there, buddy," Cassian quickly interjected. "All that's there are some big, stinky males and lots of mud."

"Cassian, you're describing his paradise," Feyre pointed out with a laugh, knowing full well the appeal such a description might hold for Nyx.

"I wanna be big and stinky and play in mud!" Nyx exclaimed, clapping his hands in delight at the thought.

"Nyx, if you're big and stinky, then Auntie Nesta won't want to play with you," Nesta teased, trying to sway his enthusiasm with a playful warning.

"Then you're with the wrong male," Cassian smirked.

In response, Nesta punched Cassian in the shoulder, causing him to stagger slightly, a mock expression of hurt flashing across his face.

"How about this, Nyx? You stay with me today, and we can go swimming, do some drawing, have ice cream, and maybe even play in some mud?" Nesta proposed, laying out an enticing plan.

"Can I jump off the side into the pool?" Nyx negotiated, his eyes lighting up at the thought.

"As many times as you want," Nesta assured him, her offer sealing the deal.

Nyx's grin spread across his face, clearly delighted with the plan. His gaze then drifted to the sword in Nesta's hand. "Auntie Nessa, were you fighting?"

Nesta glanced down at her training weapon. "Oh, Cassian and I were just practicing.”

Cassian laughed, giving Nyx a gentle spin while he was still perched on his shoulders, eliciting a joyful squeal from the boy. "More like Cassian was wiping the floor with Auntie Nesta," he teased.

"You were not!" Nesta retorted.

"Nes, you've spent more time on the ground than on your feet today," Cassian continued to goad, his words sparking a light-hearted challenge.

Nesta jabbed her training sword into Cassian's mid-section with a playful menace. "There, I stabbed you. Now die."

"If we were going by those standards, you'd have pulled a Rhys and Feyre about five times by now," Cassian shot back, unfazed.

"It's 'cause Cass is better at fighting than you, Auntie Ness!" Nyx chimed in.

At Nyx's words, Nesta felt her blood boil, while Feyre's eyes widened, anticipating the escalation that was about to unfold. Cassian, on the other hand, erupted into a roar of laughter. "The kid's got brains, Feyre; that’s how I know he’s yours," he joked.

Nesta fixed a glare at Cassian but then turned her attention to Nyx, deciding to play along. "You know, Nyx, most of the time when Cassian and I practice, I can knock him off his feet faster than anyone else."

"Yeah right," Cassian scoffed in disbelief.

"It's true. Uncle Cassian just doesn't seem to know how to fight against me," Nesta claimed, lifting her hand to inspect her fingernails, feigning indifference to his skepticism.

Sensing the impending showdown, Feyre reached up to gently pull Nyx from Cassian's shoulders. "Here we go," she whispered, her voice laced with both amusement and a hint of resignation at the inevitable display of competitiveness between the two mates.

"Oh yeah, Archeron? Pick up that sword and prove it," Cassian goaded, his challenge hanging in the air like a gauntlet thrown down.

"I would, but I don’t want to embarrass you in front of Nyx," Nesta retorted with a smirk, her fingers theatrically inspecting for lint.

"You’re just scared of landing on your ass again," Cassian taunted, his sword tracing intimidating arcs in the air.

Feyre, sensing the inevitable clash, carried Nyx to the sidelines of the ring, settling him in her lap. "Nyx, you've sparked a battle we can't stop," she half-joked, brushing his tousled hair black hair from his face.

Nesta, not one to back down, casually lifted her sword, letting it rest casually on her shoulder. "So, general, you ready to clash swords, back up those words with some action?" she teased.

"With you, Lady Death? Anytime," Cassian replied, bowing laced with sarcastic respect and a hint of flirtation, his gaze lifting to meet hers with a teasing, almost seductive smile.

Nesta pivoted sharply, moving to the outskirts of the ring with the grace of a seasoned fighter. Her stance was low, agile, ready, with her sword held in balance. Cassian, in contrast, approached his position with a relaxed swagger, his sword moving lazily through the air as he laughed softly to himself. He positioned himself on the opposite side, his demeanor exuding confidence. "Watch and learn, Nyx," he called over to his nephew, his voice carrying the hint of a showman.

Seizing the moment Cassian's attention wavered, Nesta launched herself across the ring, her sword aiming for Cassian's exposed left flank. However, Cassian's reflexes didn't fail him; he swung his sword in a swift counter, their weapons clashing with a wooden thump. As he parried Nesta's strike, their swords entwined only to be forcefully separated. Cassian countered with a downward strike, but Nesta was ready, her sword rising in defense while her foot shot out towards his midsection.

Cassian's reaction was immediate; his hand caught her foot, drawing her in, her balance momentarily compromised. In this close encounter, he planted a swift, teasing kiss on her nose, that elicited a fierce growl from Nesta. With a swift twist of her leg, she broke free from his grasp, retreating to regain her footing and composure, her sword once again poised for attack.

Cassian, undeterred, quickly closed the gap between them, attempting a swift maneuver to deliver a strike to Nesta's right side. She adeptly sidestepped, causing Cassian's momentum to carry him forward, and with a cheeky nudge to his back, she sent him stumbling slightly. Nyx's delighted squeals filled the air as Nesta flashed him an encouraging smile, much to the boy's amusement.

Chuckling at his own overreach, Cassian quipped, "I didn’t mean for you to actually kick my ass, Nes."

"You should've been more specific then," Nesta retorted with a smirk, her focus unwavering.

Without warning, Cassian spun, sword descending in a rapid arc. Nesta, unphased, met his attack with a precise counter, initiating a fast-paced exchange of blows. Cassian pressed forward, his strikes pushing Nesta toward the edge of the ring marked by a chalk line. Just as she neared the boundary, Nesta deftly sidestepped to Cassian’s left, circling to his rear. He quickly adjusted, continuing the assault, but Nesta's agility kept her a step ahead, evading his strikes with ease.

Cassian's frustration manifested in two more swings that met nothing but air. "Come on, Nes, are we sparring, or are you just running away?" he taunted.

"You’re not moving fast enough to make me run. It's more like a leisurely stroll," she shot back, her words sharp.

Cassian's next move was a surprise pivot over his other shoulder, momentarily catching Nesta off guard. Yet, she was quick to defend, her sword raised high above her head. Now, Cassian fought with renewed determination, as if the possibility of being bested by Nesta in front of a child spurred him to push harder.

Nesta, sensing an opportunity, dropped into a lower crouch beneath the arc of Cassian's sword, using its momentum to propel herself forward. She slid gracefully between his legs, emerging swiftly at his back before he could react. In a bold move, she leapt onto him, securing her position by wrapping her legs tightly around his midsection. Her sword came to rest lightly around his neck, effectively anchoring herself in place.

"Nesta, this is fighting dirty," Cassian observed, attempting to dislodge her grip by reaching for her ankles.

"All's fair in love and aggressively fighting with weapons because a toddler doubted my prowess," Nesta retorted, her breath heavy with exertion.

Cassian's laughter rang out as he considered his next move, ultimately deciding to drop his sword to the ground in apparent surrender.

"Yielding?" Nesta teased, sensing a momentary victory.

However, Cassian had other plans. With a swift movement, he grabbed Nesta's ankles, yanking them apart and propelling himself forward. The sudden motion sent Nesta tumbling over his head, the wind knocked out of her as she landed with a thud.

From the sidelines, Feyre winced, anticipating the bruises Nesta would sport the following day.

Cassian, feeling a rush of triumph, turned to Nyx with a victorious grin. "See Nyx, that's how—" His gloating was cut short as Nesta, with lightning reflexes, swept his legs from under him, quickly pinning him down once again, her wooden sword mock-threatening his neck.

Cassian surrendered with laughter, raising his hands in defeat as both he and Nesta were left panting and laughing.

Nesta eased off, standing yet still hovering over Cassian, when suddenly, Nyx joined the fray, leaping onto Cassian with all the enthusiasm of their earlier play.

"See, Nyx, Auntie Nesta can knock Cassian off his feet," Nesta declared with a triumphant smirk.

Cassian, ever the flirt, responded with a suggestive, "I'd like to see some of those moves outside the training ring, if you catch my drift," and winked.

"Pig," Nesta snarled, though her retort was softened by a playful smile.

Feyre, amused and slightly exasperated by their antics, stood and approached, pulling Nyx away from the pile. "Alright, sweet boy, it's time for mama and Cass to head out." She lifted Nyx into her arms, planting a raspberry on his cheek, eliciting laughter from the delighted toddler.

As Cassian stood, he made a move as if to tousle Nesta's hair, a gesture she promptly warned against with a raised hand, threatening to throw him back to the ground if he attempted it. Instead, Cassian opted for a gentler approach, placing a tender kiss atop her head. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said.

Nesta took Nyx from his mother’s arms, placing him firmly on her hip and handing him her wooden sword. “Get out of here,” Nesta waved them off.

Feyre blew he son one last kiss as Cassian tousled Nyx’s black mop of hair before turning and heading out the door of the training ring.

Nesta turned her head to her nephew who beamed at her. “So, pool?” She asked.

“No, I want to learn how to do that!” Nyx pleaded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

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rosesfox · 1 year

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if there's something i still really want to see in the next acotar books, it's feyre using all her powers. i imagine a scene where she has matured enough control over her powers, and then she will use them all at once. i imagine nyx could be kidnapped at some point, or threatened lol and it's going to be a scary scene because feyre won't have mercy on anyone who messes with her son. it's something i've missed, and i really want to see feyre use her abilities more and stand out even more as the warrior she is.

#feyre archeron #pro feyre archeron #baby nyx #acosf #feysand #pro rhysand

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starswhogaze · 1 year

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Happy Solstice II 💜✨

#anotha one #feysand #baby nyx #night court #high lady feyre #high lord rhysand #starswhogaze #mine #artflow #acotar #acofas #acomaf #nyx archeron #fanart #feyre archeron #feysand month

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jmoonjones · 10 months

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Happy Father’s Day 🖤

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanart #acotar art #acosf #rhysand #feysand #baby nyx #acomaf #acowar #rhys acotar

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shallyne · 8 months

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Rhys's camera roll would just be Feyre, Feyre and him, Nyx, Nyx and Feyre, Nyx and Feyre and him, Feyre's artwork, Feyre with her artwork, Nyx and Feyre with her artwork, winter solstice with his family, winter solstice pictures zoomed in Feyre

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #feyre archeron #feyre #feyre cursebreaker #high lady of the night court #high lady feyre #feyre darling #rhysand #rhys #high lord rhysand #rhysand archeron #rhys acotar #high lord of the night court #nyx archeron #nyx acotar #nyx #baby nyx #feysandnyx

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nightcourtseer · 1 year

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Read on A03

Summary: Azriel comforts Elain when she is overtaken by visions. A little spy watches them from above.

Elriel Month 2023 - Peace and Quiet

Elain had just finished bundling the last of the clippings when the first vision swept over her, a brief, chaotic blip that overwhelmed her sight. The autumnal view of the River House garden replaced by a view from a body lying on the ground.

Horse hoofs clamoring overhead, the shadow of wings passing in front of a harsh sun while blood and shit spray, the ugliness of battle marring an otherwise perfect day.

Before it all came perfectly into focus, it was gone. The effect jarring Elain’s previously peaceful senses as the world tipped in precarious vertigo.

When she came to, she stumbled over a pair of shears that she had left beside her on the ground.

As she threw out her hands to catch herself, she landed hard on her bare palms, the rough fall foliage scraping her naked skin. Loose curls tangling beneath her and pulling sharply on her scalp.

The breath flew from her lungs as the fall reverberated from her wrists through her spine, and another vision rushed in.

A dark forest, containing a startled fawn looking back at her with empty, black eyes. An arrow stuck from the mottled hide of the beast, as blood dripped silently onto the leaves beneath it. A wolf howled in the distance.

Elain was shaking as she attempted to stand, moving slowly as she had practiced over the years of being plagued by the unpredictable visions.

The clippings were long forgotten as she moved slowly through the familiar garden, blinking heavily as she struggled to sort out what was real, and what was another impending rush of future prophecy.

Each step she took was careful, deliberate. Willing herself not to fall once more, her palms still stinging with small cuts and scrapes.

Once seated on the long, wrought iron bench, she let out a relieved sigh, closing her eyes as the world in front of her disappeared once again. Layers of visions now stacking atop on one another, a muddled kaleidoscope of various landscapes and horrors and joys that produced a sole, panicked tear.

The small droplet slipped down her cheek as she tried to steady her breath, and still her mind as she had been taught. Focusing on what she could touch and feel, no longer able to rely on her sight or sound.

The cold metal of the bench beneath her thighs.

The stinging pain of the wound on her hands.

A fall breeze sweeping through the courtyard.

The fabric of her thick cotton dress and shawl.

It was to no avail, as her heartbeat began to speed up. She could not catch her breath, as the visions spun out of control inside of her weary mind.

“Azriel,” Elain whispered into the dark garden. “I need you.”

Before the cloud of breath had disappeared from in front of her rose-colored lips, he appeared.

The garden seemed to part for him, as if Death itself strode its path - quickened steps rushing to where his love waited for him.

Shadows swept behind him, lingering over his shoulder as if concerned at the lady who sat petrified and unseeing on the bench before them.

Without hesitating, he sat down on the bench next to her, murmuring reassurances even though he was rather certain she would not be able to hear him.

She had told him once how just the sound of his voice helped her, grounded her, even if she could not make out what he was saying.

He pulled her onto his lap carefully, but with ease, lifting one scarred hand to begin stroking her unbound hair. His face turned so that he could press a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Generous wings wrapped around them both instinctually, as she nestled in closer to his warmth and solid chest. The rise and fall of it settled her, as she tried to time her breaths with his. The sound of his heartbeat a steadying thing as she willed it to be the only thing she heard.

“I’m here,” he murmured to her as he let one hand trace up and down the length of her spine. “You’re safe.”

Elain smiled weakly at this truth. The solidness and familiarity of his body surrounding her more effective than any other remedy she had come across for the chaos of her visions.

He would always come for her, he had sworn. And so he did.

Even though she had regained her senses, they remained like that on the garden bench. Speaking quietly to each other, as Azriel held Elain tight to him, his whole body curved around hers as she looked up at him with stars in her eyes.

A quiet moment of peace for two beings continually thrust into chaos.

………

From a window high above the garden, a small face and wide blue eyes watched in fascination as his uncle wrapped his aunt in his arms. When he had never before seen the two of them so close, let alone touch.

“Nyx?” The small boy’s mother walked up behind him. “What are you looking at, darling?”

Nyx did not respond, merely continued to gaze out the window curiously, his small fingers gripping the edge of the pane.

When Feyre looked out the window to ascertain the source of his fascination, her eyes widened before a small smile bloomed on her face.

Before her son could draw any attention to their figures peering down into the garden, she rested her hands on his shoulders, gently steering his form away from the window, mindful of his small flapping wings.

“Come on then, let’s go practice your letters.”

Nyx groaned, but Feyre’s smile only widened.

“I believe we left off on, ‘Mother is the most cunning High Lady…’”

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#elriel month 23 #elriel #elain archeron #acotar fanfiction #pro elriel #azriel #pro elain #elain x azriel #elriel fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #elriel fic #baby nyx #peace and quiet

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