That Single Thread of Gold [ Elucien ]
Prompt: Inspired by @eospaint lovely elucien piece here. I went a little nuts in the tags of it but then couldn't contain it and had to write this little fic! I love writing elucien being caught up in their awkward feelings stage. I hope you enjoy! | AO3
He told himself it was for the best if he didn't see her this time. It was almost always awkward. Tense. Lucien could do without the stress of their uncomfortable interactions this visit; he was here to see Feyre, after all. He had given Feyre enough notice that she would inform Elain and there would be no need for them to cross paths. They had no need to see each other, especially when she had clearly never expressed the desire to see him anyway.Â
So Lucien sat and waited in Feyreâs living room, let in by one of the twins. He sat and waited and tried not to let the crumpled pieces of his stupid heart hope. Tried not to set himself up for disappointment. His fingers drummed on his knees as he glanced towards the half open door, waiting for his friend to arrive.Â
Instead, her scent flooded his senses.Â
And then she appeared in the doorway.Â
Lucien didnât know what to do with himself as she blinked at him in surprise, almost as shocked as he was that she was standing there.Â
Elain hadnât even meant to stumble into the room. She knew he was coming today â Feyre had given her the heads up but â but something about her had been different today. Today felt different and she wasnât sure why. Normally, Elain had no desire to meet him and allow herself to feel all the things she did whenever he was close. Normally, she was very good at being a coward and avoiding him.Â
But todayâŚthat tug of the bond had pulled her into the room before she could stop it or realize what was happening.
She stood by the door and blinked, then blinked again. Elain hadnât even realized he was already here.
Lucien stood immediately and as anticipated, the expected awkwardness unfurled between them, quickly followed by that strained tension.
Touch. Taste. Claim.
Lucien fisted his hands by his side and instead bowed graciously, murmuring, âMy lady.âÂ
He said nothing more as his mate watched him, a muscle flexing in his jaw at her gaze, because here she was staring at him like she had no idea what to do with him and Lucien felt heat rise in his body. He swallowed, then cleared his throat and casually said, âIâm here to see Feyre. It seems sheâs running a little late.â
âOh.â is all Elain could think to reply and a flicker of emotion passed his expression quicker than she could read it. She licked her lips, her hands fisting in the folds of her dress and Elain couldnât help but catalog every inch of him; she normally didnât allow herself to look at him for too long and Elain wasnât sure what it was this time around compelling her to take him in.Â
Was it because it had been a while since sheâd seen him? Was it the lack of sleep? Was it the thread of gold that chafed at her whenever he was in the general vicinity? He always seemed to handle himself so well around her despite what Elain had heard about the mating bond doing to males; he always handled himself so well.
She wished heâd yell at her, if only once. So she had a reason to actually avoid him. So she had a reason to resist him, to be justified in cowering.Â
But no. He was always so polite.
Realizing a few moments had passed and she hadnât said anything, Elain cleared her throat and said, âIâm not sure when Feyre will be back.â
Lucien tried not to fidget beneath her gaze despite the urge to shift on his feet. Sheâd never looked at him so directly before. It was unnerving him but Lucien didnât let himself hope. He squashed down any possible emotions he could feel and instead nodded. âI understand. Iâll take my leave then.â he said and gave her a thin smile. âShe knows where to find me.âÂ
He didnât allow himself another word and instead, took a step aiming to leave but â but then Elain took a step towards him and he froze.Â
All her senses went on high alert as Elain realized that she too had paused in that half step. A half step she had taken towards him before â long ago. Her eyes widened slightly and she watched as Lucienâs brows furrowed, his body strained as her pulse quickened beneath her skin, her heart pounding.
Lucien tilted his head, straightening, her reaction confusing him. âIs there something else I can help you with?â he asked tightly.Â
And it was Elainâs turn to swallow because she didnât know. Was there something else he could help her with? She hadnât been alone with him in â in a long while. She had made sure of it.
She went out of her way not to actively think about him, not to have him in her mind so he wouldnât follow her in her dreams the way he did anyway on so many nights. But now he was here standing in front of her and she wasn't sure what to do with him.
Her pulse was fluttering and Elain wanted to be angry with him even though none of this was really his fault. She wanted to be mean to him even though he didnât deserve it. She just wanted someone who sees how wretched she feels about it all. She wanted someone to see behind her stupid fake smiles and her distance from him. She wanted someone to understand why.
And the longer she stood staring at him, the more Lucien seemed to read her mind. That single thread of gold between themâŚhe seemed to understand the whirlwind of feelings she was battling and his expression softened for a moment. Like he really did see.
Elain almost hated that even more but she wasnât even sure why and the thought threatened to release tears she had no business showing in front of him. Her bottom lip trembled for a breath before she straightened and shook her head.
Lucien stood still for a moment then forced himself to take a step then another until he stood in front of her and slowly, held out his hand. Then waited.
Because he could feel her. He could hear her heart and Lucien couldnât stop himself from trying to bring her comfort in some way. The instincts beneath his skin wouldn't let him walk away when he knew his mate was on the verge of tears, even when Lucien had no idea if he was the reason for them.
This fae life â this mating bond had been thrust on her and the way she had been pretending to adjust since then was one of the main reasons he never pushed. He felt her confusion, her inner turmoil. He knew what it was like to swallow it all and play pretend. The least he could do was allow himself to be the guiding light through the dark for her. Even if he wasnât sure sheâd want that from him. Lucien couldnât help but offer.Â
Elain glanced down at his hand and she felt her throat tighten. They didnât touch. They rarely even stood so close. Did she want to touch him? She didnât know what his skin felt like but in her dreams â in her sleep she wondered â she felt like she knew âÂ
Before she could let herself doubt any further and even as the battle of emotions threatened to swallow her whole, Elain couldnât help but slowly, carefully slide her hand in his.Â
And it felt â it felt â
Elain felt herself take a breath. She waited for the discomfort. For the prickling anxiety that usually haunted her. For the wretchedness to snap at her heels. Â
But his hand was softer than she imagined. Strong, calloused â a warriorâs hand but â it didnât feel bad at all. It feltâŚbetter than expected. It was gentle. Warm.
She glanced at him then away, suddenly embarrassed and truly not sure what to do with herself. He was so patient and it only made her feel so much worse about herself. She owed him nothing and he owed her nothing and yetâŚ
Lucien only held out his other hand and Elain met his gaze as he gave her a small knowing smile.
Elainâs throat bobbed and even as she slid her other hand into his, she whispered, âWhy?â
The simple question seemed to make Lucienâs shoulders sag because even to Elain, her one question asked about a hundred more. Why was he still here? Why did he still try with her? Why did she hesitate to even speak with him? Why did she hide?Â
Why? Why? Why?
âBecause you looked like you needed some comfort.â he said quietly and shrugged. âAnd I know what itâs like to need a steady hand.âÂ
And it was like heâd snatched the breath from her throat.Â
Had her sisters been right about what a mating bond could do for those blessed with one? About what her mate could do for her? Was it indeed a blessing then? Had she really only been hurting herself with her distance? She had only slid her hand in his, touching him so very lightly and yetâŚwith this simple touch, Elain had found herself willing to stand in this room with him a little longer.
âA steady hand?â she repeated softly and the brush of his thumb against the back of her hand seemed involuntary.
âA steady hand and a good friend make all the difference.â he said and hoped his yearning wasnât too obvious as she met his gaze again.Â
âA good friend?â she repeated once more and the corner of his mouth lifted, the movement highlighting his scar as he nodded.
âIndeed.â
A friend.Â
The thought seemed to hit Elain so suddenly and the sheer longing of it almost overwhelmed her.Â
A friend.Â
She needed one more than she could put into words and Elain could only stare at her mate. The rapid beating of her heart seemed so loud in the silence between them but for once, it was a comfortable silence.Â
Comfortable enough that Elain found herself asking so very quietly as roses bloomed on her cheeks, âDo you happen to know any good friends available?â
His lips twitched and Lucien was sure the rapid beating of his own heart now matched hers as he answered in that same quiet tone, âI daresay, I have the perfect person in mind.âÂ
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Want to write the reverse of your wlw nessian drabble where cas doesnât realize sheâs gay yet but nesta thinks cas stares at her boobs a little too much to be straight
hell yeah I do. hope yâall enjoy this one and happy @nestaarcheronweek day 4 𩷠got the title from tangerine by kehlani hehe
Read on AO3 here!
âAre you going to keep staring down my shirt, or can we get this presentation done?â
Cass startled so badly at Nestaâs words that she nearly knocked over her water, only barely managing to catch the reusable bottle at the last second. âWhat?â
Cass and Nesta had been paired up as partners for their advanced writing requirement course, and theyâd been making steady progress on their presentation in one of the libraryâs group study rooms. Cass was an education major to Nestaâs political science, and Cass had never been so excited for a group project in her life.
At least, until Nesta had shown up to the library wearing that shirt. It was just a simple, blue, wrap-tie shirt, but between the way it made Nestaâs eyes look even bluer than usual and the way it perfectly cupped her breasts, Cass was having a difficult time staying focused on the task at hand.
âSorry,â Cass said, hoping her face wasnât as red as it felt from being called out. Sheâd thought she was being more discreet, but Nesta had clearly proved that theory wrong. âI was just, uh, zoned out.â
âWere you zoned out the other three times, too?â Nesta fired back without missing a beat.
âIâŚâ Cass trailed off, trying to think of something to say that wouldnât sound insane. âI just think your shirt is really⌠cute.��
Nesta Archeron was easily one of the most gorgeous women that Cass had ever seen. With her gray-blue eyes, bronze hair, and amazing fashion sense, Cass spent most of her time wanting to be just like Nesta. Granted, Cass was way too much of a tomboy to pull off even a quarter of Nestaâs wardrobe, but a woman could dream, right? And who better to dream about that Nesta Archeron, especially when she had on a shirt like that?
âRight,â Nesta replied with the most deadpan voice Cass had ever heard. She sighed heavily before shutting her laptop altogether, fixing Cass with a slightly incredulous look. âAre you ever going to get your shit together and ask me out?â
âWhat?â Cass blurted out, all the blood in her body rushing to her cheeks. God, she hoped her face wasnât as red as it felt. âI donâtââ
Nesta rolled her eyes. âCass, I can do this assignment in my sleep. I just wanted to make sure my gaydar was working.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Cass answered. Okay, maybe sometimes she found herself staring way longer than she shouldâve when it came to pretty women, but that was just⌠what everyone did. That didnât mean she was anything more than a strong ally, no matter how many times she cringed when a man came near her.
âDonât you?â Nesta asked, cocking an eyebrow. She leaned forward, a victorious little smirk gracing her lips as Cassâ eyes immediately tracked the motion. âWell thatâs a yes.â
âItâs not my fault you have a great rack,â Cass blurted out, her brain to mouth filter evaporating altogether.
Nesta snorted. âIâm not making you look at it.â
âIf I wasnât looking, Iâd have to be dead,â Cass muttered.
âYouâre lucky youâre pretty,â Nesta retorted with a roll of her eyes.
Before Cass could think of a proper reply â Nesta thought she was pretty? â Nesta reached out and grabbed a hold of Cassâ chair, pulling her own so close that there was no room to escape. Not that Cass was feeling particularly inclined to do that, anyway. It was dizzying having Nesta so close; she was pinned under that icy gaze and couldnât back away even if she wanted to.
Cass didnât want to.
âIâm going to finish this assignment when I get home,â Nesta said, her voice low and offering no argument. âGive you some time to think about⌠things.â
âThink about what?â Cass said back. She was hardly breathing as Nesta leaned in even closer, placing her hand on the chair in between Cassâ thighs for balance.
Nesta was close enough now that it wouldâve been easy for Cass to lean in and kiss her, and find out if her lips were as soft as they looked. Cassâ lips parted in anticipation, every thought in her mind besides Nesta emptying out like theyâd never been there at all, and she was torn between leaning forward to kiss her or letting Nesta continue to order Cass around like she owned her.
What the hell was wrong with her?
âThatâs what I thought,â Nesta breathed after a few moments, her lips still dangerously close to Cassâ own. When Nesta laughed quietly at Cassâ reflexive frown, Cass could almost feel the vibrations on her lips, and God wasnât that a thought. âYouâre taking me to dinner tonight.â
âIâ okay,â Cass agreed. God, she hoped she didnât sound as dumbstruck as she felt; Nesta didnât suffer fools, and Cass wasnât trying to be one. âWhatever you want.â
Nesta finally leaned forward to press a kiss to Cassâ cheek, pulling back with a smirk. âI think weâll get along just fine. See you later.â
Cass watched Nesta grab her things and saunter out of the room, the only thought in her head I love when womenâŚ
Well. At least one woman, that was for damn sure.
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Solstice Gifts
Baby's first Feysand! | Ao3
[Feyre loves buying Solstice gifts for her family, but this year she might have been outdone.]
Eternal thank yous and forehead kisses to @tunaababee @cauldronblssd and @witch-and-her-witcher for just being the most wonderful humans and beta reading and encouraging me to post this.
Solstice in Velaris was the most lovely time of year, and no matter how much time Feyre spent here, she doubted sheâd ever grow tired of it.
The snowy streets were covered in faelights, all twisted into beautiful shapes and hanging from the signs and light posts. There were long strings of them criss-crossing over The Rainbow and casting all the snow and shops in an ethereal glow. Complex smells of cinnamon, clove, freshly baked breads, rosemary, and mulled ciders cascaded from the storefronts, their windows decked in boughs of holly and fir and their doors hung with mistletoe.
Feyre was hurrying back to the River House, late as usual, with the last of her gifts.
Sheâd been mostly organized this year, but Nestaâs gift had ended up taking longer than expected, and of course today was the first time sheâd been able to sneak off to grab the little Illyrian leathers with space for wings that would fit an almost-four year old.
Sheâd gone a little overboard on gifts this year, but it was hard to not spoil those she loved now that she had the means. Old habits die hard, and she too-vividly remembered the years that she and her sisters had stoically ignored the Solstice happening at all, not even a candle lit in the windows to be spared. So now, when things had changed so vastly in the last seven years, she would fully use every bit of means at her disposal to shower everyone with gifts they would love.
Nyx was six now, somehow, the years flying by in a rush that she tried and failed to stop like grabbing whitewater in her hands. Rhysand reassured her constantly, a laugh on his lips, that though time was flying, they still had centuries together, and there was no need to beg for more. Another thing she had trouble letting go of in her immortalityâthe idea that things were good now, and there was no time limit on it. Things could be happy and productive and peaceful like this for centuries more. But Feyre still had trouble allowing hope for good things to bloom in her heart, despite feeling beyond blessed in all ways.
She shuffled the bags in her armsâsheâd had to stop for some last-minute pastries, too. What good was a solstice birthday if she couldnât eat whatever she wanted? The smells on the way to the leather-smith had been too good to resist, and she was crazed for the pistachio croissants with the bergamot filling that the bakery beside Ritaâs had this time of year.
She quietly snuck the front door open, hoping to slip in quietly and unnoticed by her houseguests. Mor, draped in her normal gorgeous finery, strode through the foyer, lifting a brow that surely must be genetic, and before tipping her head back to laugh at Feyre.
âYouâre just as bad as Rhys, you know? I saw him coming back not twenty minutes ago.â
Rhys, that weasel.
Feyre wondered what heâd been off plundering after amusedly lecturing her this morning about sneaking out last minute for more presents. She ran the bags upstairs, ditched her coat, and wrapped the leathers quickly in the celebratory packaging sheâd picked up last month in their guest bedroom before scurrying back down the stairs. Sheâd arrived just in time, everyone present in the sitting room as Nuala and Cerridwen announced the dinner was ready. Luckily, sheâd had the foresight to prepare before going to grab the gifts, her long midnight-blue dress swaying luxuriously around her feet, the gossamer sleeves like a soft embrace along her arms. Sheâd definitely gotten used to wearing pretty clothes in the time sheâd spent in Velaris, though most days, she still dressed for comfort. Sheâd left her hair down and lightly curled, compulsively tucking a strand behind her ear as she entered the dining room. Elain had helped prepare the Solstice meal and cake, as she insisted she do every year, and Feyre had to admit it all looked mouthwatering, as always.
Rhys pulled her seat out for her as she walked up, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head as he pushed her in.
âLast minute shopping go well?â He murmured against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine and goosebumps down her arms. He knew it, too, and she turned to scrunch her nose at him as he laughed.
âI hear youâre one to talk, hypocrite.â He held his hand to his chest feigning offense, then sent her an absolutely world-shattering smile as he moved to take his place.
A crash in the hall sent Feyreâs eyes to the doors, followed by Nestaâs bellowing.
âHey! Wings closed indoors! You know the rules.â Giggles abound as Nyx and Aife came into the room, leaning into each other and cackling as they took their seats. They were only two years apart and thick as thieves. Though Nesta and Feyre would never admit it aloud, seeing their children close as theyâd never had the opportunity to be as children had healed something between the two of them that had once felt depthless.
Nyx pushed midnight-black hair from his eyes as he looked to Feyre.
âMom, can we go play with our presents after we open them tonight? I promise Iâll go straight to bed after.â
âI donât see why not. Nesta, are you all staying the night tonight?â Nesta looked to Cassian and nodded.
âI think so. Aife and Nyx are going to be here all day tomorrow anyway during the snowball fight. We might as well.â She gave a pointed look to Cassian, who grinned wolfishly. Feyre could hear Aife whispering to Nyx.
âWhoâs going to win this year?â
âUncle Az. Itâs always Uncle Az. He says our dads are old now.â They both giggled and Feyre cracked a smile, shooting the conversation down the bond to Rhys, whose eyebrows lifted as he shot her an amused smile as if to say weâll see.
They tucked into the great feast, a large roast the centerpiece, surrounded by offerings of ham and turkey and too many sides to reasonably name. Feyre loaded her plate with the most buttery mashed potatoes sheâd ever tasted, one of Elainâs specialities that Feyre always requested for special occasions, as well as a basil and tomato tart, baked to crisp perfection by Nuala.
She remembered a time when sheâd hated her birthday, and while she still wasnât entirely comfortable with all the attention, she surely would celebrate now if only for the delicious foods she got to have. She couldnât beat the company either, her blood and chosen family all seated around the table, laughing and loving and enjoying themselves in her home. A decade ago, she would have laughed in the face of anyone whoâd tried to describe this possibility, and it wasnât lost on her how much luck and fate had stepped in to make things as they were.
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Stuffed to the brim and with the gift exchange behind them, Feyre slumped onto the couch. The kids had been spoiled beyond reason, the piles of gifts higher than the chairs surrounding them.
Nyx and Aife had begged Az, Cass, and Lucien to bring them outside to practice with the new bow and arrow sets, courtesy of Elain and Lucienâs recent trip to the Day Court. As the official âUncle Troupeâ, as theyâd so ridiculously named themselves, they felt it would have been in poor taste to decline. Feyre pulled her feet up onto the couch and laid her head back. It had been a busy few months, though things were finally, blessedly beginning to smooth out. Theyâd been able to delegate a bit more recently, and it certainly helped their workload.
Elain had gone back to the kitchens to help clean up and exchange gifts with the twins before they took off for the evening, leaving Feyre to relax for a bit while Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie, and Mor sat at the table with sweets and coffees chatting. Amren and Varian had skipped the party this year in favor of a trip to Summer, as they now alternated holidays between courts. While sheâd never taunt Amren to her face about it, Feyre secretly loved how domesticated sheâd become in the time sheâd known her, settling down while still claiming that ancient power hummed through her veins.
She felt Rhys sit down by her feet, his presence always noted by her magic immediately twining with his. At any given time, she could feel where he was, the power soaring back and forth between them like a current. The depth of love between them was fathomless and deep, and sheâd never quite get over the fact that she had him all to herself, hers and hers alone, for the rest of her life.
He picked her feet up in his hands, shuffling them over to his lap and giving them a squeeze.
âTired, darling?â His voice was a low rumble as he leaned against the back of the couch, settling in.
âExhausted. I love the holidays, but I would also love a solid two days of sleep.â He laughed, his smile lighting up the room as she lifted her head to peek at him. âDid you enjoy your Solstice gifts?â
Sheâd bought him a device sheâd found at one of the shops in Day Court on a summer visit to Elain and Lucien months ago. Duty had them back and forth between courts now, and Feyre couldnât deny the love she had for any excuse to get to the shimmering beaches of Day. Sheâd found it nestled in the back of a tinkererâs storeâa handheld device that rolled over clothes, enchanted to remain sticky, and pulled any lint or fuzz from them.
âItâs only my favorite thing Iâve ever owned,â Rhys quipped immediately. She laughed, closing her eyes again and poking him in the side with her toe. He gripped it in his hands and threatened to tickle her. âHow about you, love? Get everything you wanted?â Feyre paused, but didnât open her eyes. She should say yes. She should feel like she had everything she wanted, but there was just one thing missing, and unfortunately it was something she couldnât have.
âHey lovebirds, weâre heading out!â Mor called across the room, her arm around Emerieâs.
Feyre sat up to say goodbye. âSo early?â
Mor chuckled and Emerie elbowed her in the ribs. âSolstice plans of our own,â Mor said, waggling her brows at Rhys and giggling as he rubbed his eyes and gave a long-suffering sigh.
âAlright, then.â He slapped his palms on his thighs, laughing and ending the conversation as Emerie blushed about ten shades of red, still not quite used to the way this family spoke so openly about things. Feyre stood to hug them both.
âWeâre so glad you came. Feel free to drop in any time tomorrow. Weâll be here all day.â
Gwyn and Nesta had gone to join their mates and the children out on the illuminated training ring in the yard, leaving Feyre to slip back down onto the couch, this time scooting closer to Rhys and leaning her body against his. He was always so warm and solid, her touchstone in times both trying and lovely. He always smelled like oranges and the seaâthe smell of Velaris, of home, tied intrinsically with his. She nuzzled closer, his arm finding its way around her waist as he settled too.
âEverything okay, darling?â
She hummed noncommittally. She hated that even with all this joy, all these gifts, all this family, she still couldn't shake the thought that something was missing, incomplete.
âCan you believe this is Nyxâs sixth Solstice?â She felt Rhys soften beneath her, realization creeping down the bond from his end, followed by a burst of soothing love and affection.
âHe's incredible, isn't he? What are we going to do when he learns how to use that bow accurately?â She laughed.
âTruly, it's the inaccurate use I'm more worried about.â His breath ghosted her ear as he chuckled, sending those light shivers scurrying back along her spine.
Things got quiet, then. She knew it would take very little for Rhys to understand what she was thinking, if he didn't already intrinsically know. Even without the bond, even without the daemati powers, there was really a moment he wasn't able to read her like a wide open book.
âHe's so big nowâŚâ she let her voice drift off, trying to hide the hurt in it and failing miserably. As always Rhys filled in the gaps.
âHeâs wonderful. We made a really wonderful child, Feyre. Heâs everything I never even dared to hope for for myself. I never thought such joy was possible for someone like me. You know that heâs the greatest gift you ever could have given me, right?â She felt the tears burning behind her eyes, and she took in a deep breath as she felt him press a kiss to her temple.
âI know.â Her voice was just a wobbly whisper, quiet in the room.
âAnd if heâs the only one we ever have, itâs more than enough for me. I need to know you know that, Feyre.â She nodded furiously, the big tears slipping down her cheeks now, burning hot tracks as they descended.
âI canât even explain it. It just feels like someone else should be here.â He pulled her tightly against him, resting his chin on her shoulder and rubbing his hands up and down her arms.
âAnd maybe, someday, they will be. But if the three of us are all we ever have, itâs more than enough. Itâs everything to me.â She couldnât hold back the sobs then, turning to bury her face in his chest as she cried.
It had been two years since theyâd decided things had evened out enough that another child was even an option for them. Theyâd been casual about it at first, enjoying themselves and giggling in the dark under covers as they talked about the possibilities of the future. She missed Nyxâs tufts of baby curls, that new infant smell that seemed to cling to him always then faded abruptly away after he hit one year. She missed the snuggles and the closeness, and her heart ached to watch how wonderful he was with his cousin without knowing if sheâd ever be able to give him that gift as a big brother.
Realistically, she knew all the logic. It could take fae decades to have a child. It wasnât always going to be as quick as it had been with Nyx. Heâd come quickly, but the consequences, as everyone remembered, had been disastrous and near-fatal. Sheâd never even considered the possibility of it being a problem again when Nesta informed her sheâd changed their anatomy, but sheâd never considered that she might be the one having the problem. Part of her wondered if the absolute massacre of her body bringing Nyx into the world was responsibleâher tissue mangled and her blood spilt and her spirit eking into the ether, only to be yanked back and mended together at the last possible second. Could it have damaged her irreparably, the anatomy be damned?
âNothing is your fault, love. Not one bit of it.â He held her to his chest as her cries subsided. âAnd itâs okay to be upset about this. You donât have to hold everything in all the time. There are no prizes for stoicism.â She snorted at him, and he huffed amusedly at her.
âPot, meet kettle,â she shot back wetly. He smiled softly as she sat back to look at him, a little of the life returning to her as well.
âYouâre a lovely mother, and our boy thinks youâve hung the stars and moon above Velaris, even if he is getting old enough to wield a weapon. A little sibling wonât ever change that. Plus, I get the impression Aife isnât going to be his only cousin.â She sighed, nodding, as he wiped the tears from her cheeks.
âItâs just hard not to feel like Iâve done something wrong. I know how badly you want another, how badly I do. Itâs hard not to wonder.â He took his hands in hers.
âI meant it when I told you that you and Nyx, you are the gifts. Our family is absolutely lovely the way it is now. If weâre meant to grow it one day, we will, and if we arenât, believe me when I tell you I am absolutely over the moon for the way things are now.â She couldnât help but kiss him then, the stars reflecting in his violet eyes taking her breath away, as they always did. âPlus, I never mind practicing with you.â She smacked him across the chest as he grinned broadly and wickedly at her, hauling her into his lap in response as she yelped.
If anything, Rhys knew how to chase away her tears better than anyone else ever had or would.
Just then, the parlor doors opened and Elain stepped through.
âOh, just the two I was looking for! Iâve got one last gift for you both, but I wanted to wait until the right moment.â She ducked back through the doors momentarily, reappearing with a small, neatly wrapped parcel as they stood. She flounced lightly up to them, setting the little bundle wrapped in delicate yellow paper in Rhysâs hands.
âElain, you didnât need to get us anything else. You already gave us such lovely gifts and you made dinner.â Elain blushed, still the demure lady after all this time.
âConsider it a double gift.â She whispered as she leaned in conspiratorially. Rhys pulled back the paper and pulled out the tiniest, knitted pink blanket.
One beat, two. The silence hung in the room as Elain smiled wide.
âI just saw last week, but I wanted to make you something to let you know in a way that was special.â
Feyreâs hands shot to her stomach, and Rhys began to cry, turning to her and holding her close while still looking at Elain.
âNow?â Feyre asked, incredulously.
âProbably only about a month along.â Elain smiled again. âI knew with the wings and everything last time, youâd want to get in to see Madja as early as possible.â
Feyre was sobbing into Rhysâs chest again, his tears dripping down into her hair. Feyre felt him reach out to Elain and pull her into the embrace.
âThank you, Elain. Thank you so much.â She pulled back, laughing lightly again.
âIâll leave you both to it then. I gotta get little ladyâs cousin and uncle home safely.â She put a hand to her own stomach, winked, and went towards the back to grab Lucien before Feyre and Rhys could even register her news. He grabbed her face in his hands, pressing kisses to every inch of her face.
âI love you, more than anything.â Feyre laughed, the sound breathless and airy. She couldnât take her hands off her stomach, the joy pulsing through her veins with every beat of her heart.
A daughter.
âI have one more gift for you, too, actually.â He reached into his back pocket to withdraw a small, navy velvet box, pressing it gently into her hands.
Her eyes shot to his. âYou didnât need to get me something else.â
âOpen it.â His smile was wide open, his entire heart spelled across his face like stars across the night sky.
Feyre cracked open the box and couldnât help the flood of tears that began anew. Nestled in the soft velvet was a silver necklace, a charm of a large crescent moon with two small stars dangling down off of it.
âYou knew?â
âI suspected.â He smiled. âYouâve been getting those pistachio pastries all week that you liked so much last time. I figured it couldnât hurt to be prepared with one more last minute gift.â She took it out, turning to let him put it on her. He let his hands graze across her neck as he dropped them while she turned in his arms.
âBeautiful.â He murmured, brushing her hair behind her ear.
âThank you, Rhys. I love it. Itâs been the best Solstice ever.â Her smile was broad and teary, but she felt the joy all the way down to the very fibers of her immortal heart.
âThank you, Feyre. For all of it.â
And nothing in all of Velaris could hold a candle to the joy radiating back and forth down the bond between them in that moment as their lips met quietly again this Solstice.
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