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surielstea · 15 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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animezinglife · 1 month

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Nyx Headcanons

Headcanons for my favorite little bean, because we don't talk about him enough.

He 100% inherits Rhys's "earth-shattering" power. That extra chapter where Feyre and Rhys were deciding on a name and basically felt powers shifting in the Force when Nyx came up makes me firmly believe that.

He's a good, sweet kid but also goes through a few phases where he's an absolute nightmare to raise through no fault of his own. Nyx is a happy baby, but has zero concept of his power when it starts to show, leaving one very tired High Lord and High Lady when he shatters a window in his nursery when wiggling his arms excitedly.

He's an intuitive little guy though and very quickly figures out he needs to be careful when Feyre and Rhys try to teach him to get a handle on that power. He learns this the hard way after accidentally nightmisting one of his toys.

Nobody for the life of them can figure out why he adores cranky Auntie Amren so much. Though he's not old enough to explain it, he thinks she's another child to play with. Cassian suggests this and Amren nearly rips his head off.

Nyx is a full-fledged mama's boy. He adores Feyre and is a complete snugglebug with her. He's also very protective of his mama.

That said, he idolizes his dad too and copies everything he does. He follows Rhys around and mimics everything, right down to trying to copy the High Lord's graceful swagger. Feyre, naturally, absolutely melts at the sight of him waddling after his dad with one hand in his pocket looking too cool for school on his tiny little legs.

Nyx is obsessed with Starfall, and his first-ever painting is a finger painting of him with his parents under those stars. Rhys gets misty-eyed when he sees it.

He's besties with Kallias and Viviane's little snow angel. The fact they're the same age is perfect--when the grown-ups are too boring tending to one courtly matter or the other, Nyx and his friend can easily pass the time playing in the snow. Nyx already has met his match in the realm of snowball fighting, and takes a new tactic or two back to absolutely wallop his uncles. Rhys could not be more proud of this fact.

Nyx takes his role as Eldest Cousin very seriously, but there's one cousin in particular who absolutely does not and will not listen to a word he says. Guess whose kid that cousin is.

Nyx takes a little too much after his mother sometimes in that he befriends every semi-civil demon-thing or dark spirit that walks the face of the earth. To Uncle Cassian's absolute horror, Nyx is apparently friends with Bryaxis...and Bryaxis loves this kid.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #nyx #feyre archeron #rhysand #cassian #nesta archeron #kallias x viviane #feysand #acotar headcanons #amren #azriel

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lesolehabitantdelalune · 9 months

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“ 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘩𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. ”

- Acosf (Feysand’s Bonus Chapter) by @sjmaas ✨

Art by @/ehmandinha (insta)

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brielyasmin · 11 months

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✦Iɴɴᴇʀ Cɪʀᴄʟᴇ & Nʏx ✦

Hey, hello! I decided it would be fun to redraw the Inner Circle with baby Feysand. I made the first versions back in 2017. You can check the old version by clicking here.

Hope you all like the upgrade 😆 I certainly did.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #sjm #sjmaas #bookish #bookfanart #nyx #nyx acotar #feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #pro feysand #morrigan #mine #my art

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kayla-2 · 4 months

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Feyre Stan’s rise!! Mother returns this month

#acotar #feyre #feysand #feysand nyx #inner circle #acomaf #acowar #pro feyre #stan feyre archeron

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thattrable · 1 year

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Imagine Nyx getting into Feyre's paints and painting her tattoos on his arms.

"Feyre darling, it looks like Nyx got into your paints."

#acotar #art #a court of thorns and roses #fan art #feysand nyx #nyx #feysand

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writtenonreceipts · 2 years

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a modern feysandnyx fic / Feyre and Nyx are going out together, and nyx finds herself in a situation (someone looking at her, I don't know) of making sure he has to protect his mother / I thought: It's okay mom, I protected you, like dad/feyre is divided into finds funny and cute and shocked/them coming home, feyre talking to him, and then nyx with Rhys: I protected mom, dad just like you (nyx is about 4 or 5 years old) a super light and cute story

Silly and sweet.

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Momma Bear

It had been a long day. Which was often how Feyre found herself describing life. Long. Tiring. Fine. Same old, same old. The routine she had was good for the family, good to keep everything in line and organized just the way she liked it.

Except for today.

The routine was off kilter and there was hell to pay.

Rhys was in back-to-back meetings at the marketing firm, which was normal, but after spiking a fever at daycare and not sleeping at all the night before—Nyx needed to be picked up. And while her boss was understanding, Feyre knew she had been asking for too many favors lately.

So here she was trying to hold a sniffling Nyx in her arms while she grabbed a few groceries at the store. Because she was a terrible mother and didn’t already have child’s Tylenol or popsicles stored up.

“I wanna go to bed,” Nyx mumbled into her neck.

“I know, baby,” Feyre said. She was already out of breath and they were barely three feet into the store. “Can I put you in a cart or can you walk on your own?”

“No!” Ever so eloquent, her son latched on tighter.

Four years old and already giving her a run for her money.

“You have grown so big, baby,” Feyre explained calmly, “I need to put you in a cart, okay? You don’t have to walk if you don’t want to.”

After a little more cajoling and sniffs and tears--Nyx was settled in the bed of the cart with favorite stuffed animal in hand. He tucked himself in a tight ball with a pout firmly in place.

Guilt wormed into Feyre. She’d known they needed more meds and treats. She’d known for weeks now but everything had been chaos and you never realize what you actually need until it’s missing. But she should have been prepared.

As she hurried through the different aisles, Feyre went through everything else on her to-do list. Dinner was a chicken bake, she needed to finish the dishes, laundry needed to be folded. There was a stain on the living room carpet. And then she needed to finish a commission for the mayor’s office and Mor’s birthday was in two weeks.

For now, she just needed to focus on getting the good medicine and the mango-orange popsicles Nyx liked.

As she moved down to the frozen foods, Feyre didn’t notice the other figure standing at the ice cream, just a little bit away. Coming down to the ice cream with Nyx was usually not the smartest thing in the world, but her son really must not have been feeling well because he leaned heavily into the cart and had his eyes shut.

She found the popsicles she was looking for and set two bags in the cart. When she woke up, her body froze almost as solid as all the frozen goods. Because there, coming towards her, was Keir McCormick. Keir was Mor’s cruel father and the kind of man that everyone avoided when at all possible. But there was no escaping now.

“Well, Feyre,” Keir said. His voice dripped with condescension as it always did. “How wonderful to see you.”

“Keir,” she greeted. Would it be too rude to brush right past him? Not that she really cared, but still.

“And we aren’t feeling well, are we?” Keir asked, looking down at Nyx.

The boy blinked up at the man before narrowing his eyes and frowning. He looked so much like Rhysand that it was almost amusing. Nyx leaned away from Keir and rubbed his nose with the back of one hand.

“We’re just picking up a few things to help get feeling better,” Feyre replied tightly. She inched the cart forward, but Keir braced a hand on the edge.

“Popsicles?” Keir asked. “Doesn’t seem like the best treatment.”

Not that it was any of his business.

“They always helped me,” Feyre said. Besides, why not have a bit of comfort? They would probably be the only thing she could get Nyx to eat for the next day with an upset stomach.

Keir made a noise in the back of his throat and fixed Feyre with a disapproving stare. Guilt and rage and anger flooded Feyre. She knew she shouldn’t care about what this man thought of her or said. But she couldn’t help but think of everything she was doing wrong. Again. Always. Always not doing enough.

Nyx sat up in the cart and continued to glare at Keir. Then, rather abruptly, he rose his hands over his head and let out a loud hissing shriek. Never had he done something like that before--sick or not—that Feyre could only stare as her son continued his yells and Keir jumped away from the cart.

Seeing the opportunity for what it was--Feyre sped walked away.

“Bye!” She called half-heartedly as she ran off.

…

By the time they got home, Nyx had fallen asleep again. So Feyre tucked him into the couch with a blanket and his favorite stuffies and put on a Disney movie to play in case he woke up.

As Feyre finished getting dinner ready, she couldn’t help but think about Nyx’s strange display in the store. He’d never acted like that before—especially not toward a stranger. If anyone acted out with such fervor it was Rhysand.

Like father, like son, apparently.

She made sure the chicken was nearly done before she tried to finish some laundry. While Nyx slowly woke up, Feyre brought laundry out onto the couch to sit with him and watch a movie. It wasn’t long before Rhys returned home from work.

At the sound of the garage door opening, Nyx sat up and peeked over the top of the couch. When the door opened and Rhys entered, Nyx rolled off the couch and padded over to his dad.

Rhys scooped Nyx up in his arms and sighed. “Hey, bud. How are you feeling?”

Nyx murmured something and then buried his face in Rhys’ neck.

“He slept most of the afternoon,” Feyre said. She looked up at her husband and smiled softly. “Welcome home.”

Giving her a kiss, Rhys smiled back. “Hello, darling. How are you?”

“It’s been a long day,” she admitted. “But I have both my boy’s home now.”

“What happened?” Rhys asked, shifting as Nyx tugged on his ear urgently.

“Nothing,” Feyre insisted. She set the laundry off to the side. “Let’s eat. I kept everything warm.”

She passed by Rhys and Nyx, giving their son a kiss on his cheek. Nyx still looked a bit pale and his black hair stuck out in every which way.

“Daddy,” Nyx said as they headed into the kitchen, “I did what you said.”

Rhys settled Nyx in his chair and frowned. “What are you talking about bud?”

“I protected mommy,” Nyx said, he looked up blinking his large eyes, “just like you said.”

Those words caused Feyre to pause as she brought over the casserole dish to the table. She settled the glass down and exchanged a glance with Rhys. She shrugged to show she was just as confused as he was.

When neither she nor Rhys spoke up, Nyx continued.

“The mean man at the store,” Nyx said, stumbling over his words. “I protected mommy.”

“Ah.” Feyre finally understood. She smiled sheepishly at Rhys. “We ran into Mor’s father at the store. And Nyx was not amused.”

The boy shook his head emphatically.

Rhys raised a brow. “What happened?”

Before Feyre could give ample explanation, Nyx sat up straight in his seat and raise his arms high in the air. He then repeated the loud shriek he’d used earlier.

Rhys stared and Feyre could see the corners of his twitching up. He ran a hand over his mouth and looked at Feyre.

“You taught our son that?” Feyre asked.

“Not on purpose,” Rhys said. He couldn’t hold back his grin any more as he began dishing up dinner for them all. “We were watching Animal Planet and there was a segment on bears and a momma bear was protecting her cubs. And I said that’s what you do when you’re protecting someone you love.”

“I’m a momma bear!” Nyx chirped.

Feyre couldn’t help her own laugh as she leaned over and kissed Nyx on his cheek again.

“You are a very good momma bear,” she said, “thank-you.”

That seemed to content Nyx and he began to eat his chicken that Rhys cut up for him.

Feyre met her husband’s eyes. “Seriously?”

“I’m not sorry,” Rhys replied. He kicked her lightly beneath the table and grinned cheekily. “I’ve gotta make sure you’re being taken care of.”

Rolling her eyes, Feyre picked up her own fork and began eating. It seemed she now had two territorial boys on her hands now.

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starfall-spirit · 1 year

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The Night The Stars Fell On Velaris

Summary: With her family and people she vowed to protect dead around her, Feyre becomes the very beast she thought she had mastered.

So I kind of started with this ask lovely @moonfyre-s answered and then strayed significantly.

CW: Angst and minor violence.

That title isn't romantic, it's sad.

AN: Look, SJM didn't give us much about Rhys and Helion's beast forms, but I'm making Feyre a dragon here, basically. Enjoy. Or cry. Whatever. You've been warned.

She wanted eternity. She prayed day and night she’d have it. Eternity with Rhys by her side. With her brothers and sisters. With her son. Her darling Nyx. Her broken scream joined the wails of the dying. Of the grieving. She cast her eyes over the city she called her home.

Last night it had been pulsing with life and music, the energy of it’s people thrumming through its ancient foundation. Tonight blood mapped its stones and glass, just hardly repaired from the day Hybern cleaved the ancient wards that made this land a haven.

How had they been cleaved a second time? She supposed a Death God may think those ancient wards young.

Either way, Feyre had failed.

Her soul was breaking piece by piece. A thousand fractals in her chest, up her throat. Another cry ripped out of her and darkness flooded the city. The court. The world, for all she knew in that moment.

And that darkness was all she knew.

There were many kinds of darkness. The darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes. There was the darkness of lovers and of assassins. There was the darkness of restfulness—but this darkness…

The force that left Feyre was a darkness of agony. Of pain, of crumbling faith and shattering sanity. The darkness of a flaming soul smothered. The darkness of rage breaking free of its shackles. The darkness of a female unhinged—absent of her starlight—of the flecks of light she looked to for peace when the hard days fell to blessed night.

She felt a tugging in her chest, like an anchor meant to draw her back. To soothe her. She ignored it, only wishing it severed at that moment. It—No, he—would hold back the thing roiling beneath her skin, pulsing in her blood, singing in her veins. She would not be leashed. Not now. Not again.

The darkness deepened, blotting out what stars remained as talons pierced the ground softened by blood and rain. The world seemed to still as skin turned to scales, her neck lengthening to become long and flexible. Her face changed as well, teeth sharpening to razor points that were made to shred flesh and bone, should she need to. She was kin to the beast her mate had only once become in her presence, facing Hybern’s army with the Day Lord at his side. She was a powerful, vicious, magnificent creature. Why did Rhys hate this form so much?

The darkness cleared partially, rising from the city and slinking back to its mistress. Koschei had the audacity to look bored. He was free of his lake. The only advantage they had at this point was having found and used the spell that bound his soul to his body again. He was not invincible. Merely powerful.

And that darkness did not seem to impress him. Perhaps the wrath of a mother would. She could barely bring herself to glance back at Nyx, his wailing silenced in death, leaving only a cold body in a bloodied blanket, half draped over Mor’s lifeless form.

“Feyre,” Koschei purred. “Feyre, Feyre. What a sight you are in this skin. Did you know what lurked beneath the surface before your rage birthed it?”

With a snarl, she lunged, maw stretching to clamp around his neck. He winnowed. Or whatever the godly equivalent was. He shook his head in a mockery of disappointment, working that rage higher. “Perhaps, Feyre darling, you should heed your mate. Settle back into a form you know.”

Her mate.

Alive. Of course he was alive, just as she was, just as their bargain claimed.

Her mate, she would not heed. Or worry after. Not until this was done.

But he was a persistent bastard sometimes.

With what little sense she had left she slammed her mental shields up, more impenetrable than ever, even against her mate’s devastating power. She could still sense part of him, looking for a gate to sneak in and talk to her. That tug, tug, tug on the bond she had no way to stop.

Still, she prowled closer, white hot fire blending with shadow and light. A swipe of her claws came closer to damage than her teeth had.

Strike. Dodge. Strike. Dodge.

Part of her knew she was working towards a frenzy. Rhys and Helion had explained it being part of their distaste for their secondary forms during one of the High Lord’s visits to Velaris. That not-quite-there feeling could become overwhelming to one who does not shift regularly or on that scale. Spring gifts, Feyre may have, but beyond the most basic changes and additions to her own body she did not put that gift to use.

Shifting on this scale in the height of her grief.

The next time she lunged her talons shredded flesh. A familiar voice cried. Rage blind, she didn’t realize… but there was pain lancing through her own chest now. Her heartbeat slowing. And power, not quite knowing where to shift with little Nyx already a cold corpse behind her.

“Come back to me, Feyre. Come back to me, my love.” Beneath her her mate stilled entirely, fingers still cradling a scaled wrist as her magic faded, and as she too died in his embrace, just as that bargain demanded. ~~~~~ “Come back to me, Feyre.” Feyre bolted awake, her senses assaulted by too many things at once. Mental talons testing her impenetrable shields, long fingers clasped around both of her wrists to keep her from thrashing and injuring herself or the male hovering over her.

Rhys.

Her mate.

Alive.

And finally the wailing of a child, frightened by the darkness of agony that filled their room corner to corner, floor to ceiling. She jerked free of Rhys’ loosening hold and lunged for the bassinet, her newborn almost instantly calming against her chest.

That’s when she caught the scent of seared flesh. In her panic to see her child was alive and well, she hadn’t noticed the sheets turned to ash and the shining welts against Rhys’ chest and arms. “I’m sorry.”

“Feyre.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry.” He pulled her against his chest, cautious of Nyx’s position between them as he held her close, carrying the both of them to bed. Those words were all she could repeat for those moments. Perhaps hours.

“You were screaming. Burning up like I haven’t seen since you were in Spring. And I couldn’t wake you. I shielded Nyx when I realized you weren’t coming out of the nightmare. He was never in danger, Feyre.”

Part of her relaxed at that. “You were. You need to think of your own safety sometimes, Rhys.”

“Not when you were in such pain.” She knew there’d be no winning this argument. “Will you—do you need to show me what that was about?”

And as the fog cleared entirely, her mental shields tumbling down with it. “Is it… Will I ever…”

“You did not kill them, Feyre.”

“No, just my mate and myself, leaving our court to the other High Lords’ mercy.”

“It can be overwhelming, but no matter what form you take, my love, you’d sooner harm yourself than your mate, no matter how deep or shallow the bond.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

So with their child between them, she took his words to heart, drifting into the darkness of restfulness.

~~~~~

AN: I don't know what it is about writing dreams right now. This one was obviously darker than Renaissance, but still.

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witch-and-her-witcher · 5 months

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Can't stop thinking about Nyx inheriting Feyre's shape-shifting and it being very emotionally driven when he's young. There's all of these cute and cuddly animals when Nyx goes through the clingy, stranger-danger phase. It's so adorable!

But then there's the perfect opportunity for Rhys to point at the bear cub roaring mid-tantrum and say, "That's your son."

...only for Nyx to go full winged, tooth and clawed Spawn of Darkness.

Feyre doesn't have to say anything. She just smiles smugly as Rhys tries to keep the River House in one piece.

#sorry this chaos family makes me so soft #nyx #feysand #acotar

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utterlyotterlyx · 2 months

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Can I request something where Azriel has to pick up Nyx from school one day and thinks his teacher is cute & is very flirty with her?

Yes! Love this idea so much!

When I Kissed The Teacher

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary - Feyre loves Nyx's teacher but loves playing matchmaker even more. After sending Azriel to collect Nyx from school one day after feigning a studio related emergency, she's very happy to learn that Azriel's affections are completely in the palm of your hand.

Warnings - none really, just cuteness all round

Feyre had always been worried about sending Nyx off to school, even though she believed Rhys when he told her that the schools of Velaris were the best in Prythian, she couldn't help but feel anxious that he wouldn't thrive.

Then she met you, and all of her worries faded away.

You were everything Feyre wanted in a teacher for her child, it had taken a lot of weight throwing to get him into your class, it was full to the brim of children from higher born families, only wanting the best for their offspring. Feyre wasn't even surprised.

It was clear how much you cared about your children, in nurturing them into intelligently creative creatures. Other teachers focused solely on the academics, but you had a passion for the arts, you said creativity helped children to find their passions and grow into more compassionate and joyful souls.

Nyx had run into her arms when she had come to collect him that first day, babbling on about what a wonderful time he had with you. Miss Y/L/N. Feyre had never seen such wonderment in his eyes when he told her in that broken infant language how great you were. Everyone's worries about Nyx becoming a shell had vanished.

The little thing had returned home with paintings, reciting poetry from your favourite passages; he had the desire to read, making different voices for the different characters like he had learned from you. Nyx was well and truly flourishing.

Feyre had insisted that you walk home with them one afternoon, since you only lived five minutes from the River House and it was on your route home anyway. From that walk, Feyre had learned much about you, that you were from Spring but left after being disowned by your family for wanting more from life than being married away to be used as a breeding tool. After that you had travelled the continent, making many friends along the way and opening your mind to the world before settling in Hewn City, only to be brought to Velaris on Rhys' orders because he had heard of your talents and passion and wanted it taking root in the children of his city.

The more you spoke, rambling on about art and books and theatre, did Feyre come to the realisation that a certain someone would be absolutely besotted with you. When you had hugged Nyx goodbye, ruffling his hair and telling him you'd see him in the morning, did Feyre begin to hatch her plan.

Azriel wasn't one for sunshine and rainbows, but even he had to admit that Nyx's and Feyre's gushings about you had him intrigued, even Rhys had commented on how sweet you were, seemingly very fond of how Nyx was excelling under your wing.

"Az, would you mind grabbing Nyx today? I have to head to the studio, delivery emergency," Feyre floated past him toward the door, a thin cloak fitted around her shoulders to protect her from the afternoon summer breeze that drifted along the Sidra.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," he waved Feyre from the house as she dashed down the path shouting over her shoulder what time to be at the school for.

The sun was beginning to dip in the sky but warmth still flew through Velaris, Azriel walked along the winding paths and up the hill to the school, the skittering sound of children's laughter filling his ears as he approached. Parents parted as he walked down the cobbled stone path, not wanting to graze against his wings with slight unease in their eyes. Azriel was used to it by now, the looks of disapproval, the slight fear in the people he passed.

The bell rang and birds shot to perch on the branches of the trees that surrounded the plush gardens teeming with bright flowers and wildlife. Children began to file out from the open door, grabbing their bags and running to their parents with wide smiles, excited to tell them what you had taught them that day.

Azriel spied the inside wall littered will paintings and cards, all addressed to you, as well as a wooden table filled with the gifts the children had no doubt made their parents purchase for you.

Then he saw you, and the Shadowsinger audibly gasped. There you were, dressed in a loose white blouse with stringed corset, an earthy brown skirt that fell to the floor covered in colourful handprints that reached your thighs, your hair was unbound and baby hairs whispered along the sides of your face.

You were sunshine. You were radiant.

Nyx's hand was curled in your own as you led him out of the classroom and Azriel could have sworn he'd never seen a brighter look on anyone's face as the little man searched the crowd, "Uncle, Az!"

Your gaze had also fallen on him and you drank in his smile as Nyx left your grip and hurtled to the Shadowsinger, his grin was large, showing off all of his teeth as he bent down and wrapped Nyx in his toned arms, laughing loudly and asking about his day before standing up.

"I don't think we've ever formally met," you held your free hand out, your other carrying Nyx's bag, "I'm Y/N, well, Miss Y/L/N."

You were as soft as summer rain, adoration in your orbs, and you radiated purity and grace. Azriel glanced at your outstretched hand, sliding his own into it and feeling a force of gravity will him closer to you, "So you're the one that has Nyx ready for school at the crack of dawn," he felt relief when you didn't recoil at his hand in yours, the hands that usually made people grimace, "Azriel," you giggled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your pointed ear.

High Fae.

"Guilty as charged," your voice was like butter, smooth and rich, the perfect balance of femineity.

"Can't say I blame him," he smirked at the heat that rose to his cheeks, at the sheepish smile that tugged at your lips.

"That's very nice of you to say," one of your students walked past you, waving goodbye, and Azriel watched you bend down and fix her jacket to her body, telling her to have a lovely weekend in the sun, "Nyx has had a lovely day today. He just keeps on flourishing, it's remarkable," you had told him once you had risen again.

"I'm sure anyone could flourish with you around. Must be the Y/N effect," he cocked his head to the side at your giggle, just happy to be able to examine the woman who had Nyx all excited every morning. Feyre and Rhys were right, you were remarkable. Like a rainbow rippling in a storm.

"Must be it," the birds jumped from branch to branch around you, like they wanted to keep an eye on you for as long as possible, flitting to the bird houses you had erected by the pond of ducks and in the trees.

"Would you like to walk home with us? Feyre mentioned that you didn't live too far from the house?"

Your mouth fell into the perfect o shape, "Oh, I wouldn't want to impose-"

"You're not," Azriel smiled, looking down at Nyx, shaking his little hand and asking, "Is she, Nyx? Would you like Miss Y/L/N to walk home with us?"

"Yes!" Nyx shouted and you laughed, a laugh that made the edges of your eyes crinkle, you disappeared into the building, returning a few moments later with you satchel, locking the door and taking Nyx's free hand in your own after handing his bag to Azriel.

Azriel was positive that he'd never seen Nyx shine so brightly.

The walk home was full of light chatter, you made Azriel laugh more times than you could count, and Nyx was pointing out random things along the way, looking up at you for approval and tapping his feet on the ground when you nodded and smiled.

From the house, Feyre watched through the curtains as Nyx ran up the path, and kept watching as Azriel lingered behind, she wished she could hear what he was saying to you. But as you smiled, and blushed, and then nodded at the Shadowsinger who was kicking his feet like a schoolboy, she knew it was going well.

Strong arms wrapped around her midsection and her back hit a hard chest, his deep chuckle vibrated through him and his warm breath fanned against her ear, "Playing matchmaker again, darling?"

Feyre hummed with a gentle smile, accepting the peppering kisses over her shoulder as she watched you walk away, looking back at Azriel and waving before turning the corner, "I think this is my best one yet," she told Rhys, noticing the pursed smile on Azriel's lips and the faint pink tinge to his complexion as he followed Nyx up the path.

"I'm inclined to agree."

SO CUTE!

Thank you for the request! x

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