Baby Nyx wreaking havoc for his poor parents. It’s just pure fluff, inspired by the idea of Nyx inheriting Feyre’s glowing abilities. Hope you guys like this one :)
Feyre set her new easel down outside her studio, grinning to herself at the sound of Nyx’s laughter and Rhys’ soothing voice from upstairs. She shook off her outside coat, still damp from the snow she’d barely managed to wipe off before she got in, and hung it up on the coatrack. Maybe she didn’t technically need another easel, but the rainbow was teeming with new vendors as the holidays closed in and it had gotten to the point where she couldn’t resist buying herself a new piece of painting equipment most days. Rhys of course huffed and grumbled about having to make her a second studio just to hold all of her new things, but she could see relief in his eyes too — relief that she finally saw the money as theirs, that she felt no guilt spending it, that she had moved on far enough away from that cottage and her teenage years saving every penny to treat herself.
She shoved her shoes in the cupboard, already grinning as she headed towards the bathroom. The bath had been built specifically for Illyrian wings — it was huge, too big even for her, so the sight of her tiny, six-month-old baby sitting there was comical. It wasn’t Nyx’s appearance that made her stifle a chuckle though, but the bathroom itself — every conceivable corner was covered in bubbles. Nyx’s hair, the shampoo bottles, the sink, even the towels were covered.
“How are my boys doing?” She asked, looking down at Rhys as he tried to entertain the wriggly, giggly baby.
Feyre couldn’t contain her laughter any longer as her mate turned, bubbles covering one half of his face already. He was soaked, his hair sticking up in all different angles as he suppressed his own grin.
“Your son is a menace, Feyre Darling” he growled as she grinned down at him, kneeling beside him and wiping away the bubbles covering his face.
“My son? Last I checked he was all you” she teased in return as he huffed
“In looks? Maybe. But this insolence, this recklessness and complete disregard for authority? That’s all Archeron”
Feyre rolled her eyes, kissing his forehead in greeting as he wiped away the last of the bubbles. “My poor Illyrian baby. Bested by his own son…” she cooed before turning her attentions to Nyx.
Nyx seemed overwhelmingly pleased with himself for someone who was also covered in bubbles. Feyre rolled up her sleeves again and huffed. “Right, little man. Let’s get you bathed while your poor dad gathers what’s left of his dignity…”
She filled a jug with warm water from the bathtub, gently pouring it over Nyx’s head while shielding his face. She had to rinse him off three times before the bubbles were gone, Rhys taking the time to actually clean the rest of the bathroom of bubbles. Once he was clean she reached for the plug to drain the tub.
Then came the sound of their son splashing both of his tiny arms down at once, causing a wave of soapy, bubbly water to hit Feyre smack in the face. She stood again, dripping, as Rhys held back his laughter. For such a small creature, Nyx could cause an unbelievable amount of damage…She could see the laughter Rhys was holding back, and gave him a look that practically dared him to laugh.
Rhys disregarded the warning in her eyes, letting out a howl of laughter. Before long Feyre couldn’t hold back her own laughter either, shaking her head and picking up a still-soaking Nyx. He giggled loudly with his parents, only laughing harder as he reached for Feyre’s soaking braid.
“Oh really, do you think that’s funny? Are you proud of yourself?” She teased him, kissing his pudgy cheek and only making him giggle louder before turning back to Rhys.
Rhys’ laughter had faltered, and he instead looked at the pair of them in pure awe. She paused, noticing the faint glow on her skin…Rhys had seen her glow from happiness before. It was a welcome side effect of Helion’s magic but he…usually he wasn’t as stunned as this. Usually he wasn’t ever stunned silent.
But then she looked down at Nyx, and her own words failed her.
The glow was not her own, but his, and as he laughed harder he began to truly shine. Rhys stood, wrapping them both in his arms.
“He glows” Feyre whispered, unable to stop looking at their baby.
“I suppose we have Helion to thank for that too” Rhys joked, his voice just as awed as he kissed Feyre’s forehead. As Nyx’s laughter faded, so did the light emanating from him, until Rhys picked him up and threw him into the air and caught him in one swift move. The boy started laughing all over again, the light returning. Rhys turned towards Feyre, holding the glowing Nyx high as he grinned.
And even covered in bubbles and soaked through, Feyre thought it was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen.
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