Rhys prowled closer, and I steadied myself for his scent, his warmth, the impact of his power. He braced a hand on either side of me, gripping the dresser. I refused to shrink away. “You have one task here, Feyre. One task that no one can know about. So do anything you have to in order to accomplish it. But get that book. And do not get caught.”
I wasn’t some simpering fool. I knew the risks. And that tone, that look he always gave me… “Anything?”
His brows rose.
I breathed, “If I fucked him for it, what would you do?”
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There’s nothing quite like Feysand’s acomaf dynamic, especially in the Summer Court where Rhysand’s jealousy begins to crack his facade, and we finally get a glimpse of his true feelings for his mate. @separatist-apologist and I KNEW we needed to comission a piece for this iconic scene for @officialfeysandweek2023 and @/jenna.draw did such an amazing job bringing their tension and chemistry to life!
nyx is gonna be such an it boy when he gets older like imagine having THEE high lord and high lady of the night court as your parents. lil man's about to inherit an infinite amount of RIZZ. its in his blood.
Summary: Who did little Nyx love the most? A Feysandnyx drabble set post-canon.
Notes:
- For @officialfeysandweek2023's Day 1: Night Triumphant and Stars Eternal.
-Fluff
-Word Count: 562 AO3
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From the moment the Night Court heir was born, he was the most loved child in Velaris. There was no doubt he would be. When those blue eyes blinked with starlight, seeing the world for the first time, he was met with beaming faces of jubilation and relief from his family, who would die to protect him.
The beautiful, chubby little baby with delicate, tiny wings was the center of their world.
There was, of course, no competition over who loved him most. One look at the High Lord and High Lady of Night Court, and even a stranger would know he was his parents' pride and joy.
As he grew from an infant to a toddler to a child to the cutest troublemaker that can both winnow and fly, a playful question was posed in the air.
Who did little Nyx love the most?
It was a question his family loved to harmlessly bicker about on a daily basis.
Was it Auntie Elain who baked the best chocolate chip cookies in the world? Spoiling him rotten every time.
Auntie Nesta, who was the best storyteller when it came to bedtime? Gifting him his favorite books.
Uncles Cassian and Azriel, who were the most fun and gamesome, especially when snowballs were involved?
Auntie Mor, who gave the funniest quirky gifts, or Auntie Amren, who drove all the scary monsters away?
No. No. No. Nyx always shakes his head when asked, refusing to give his squabbling aunties and uncles an answer. Instead he would run to his parents' embrace.
Everyone didn't need to be daemati to know the answer, which was as clear as day. As Feyre kissed her little one's cheek before Rhys tossed him skyward, causing him to burst into giggles, they all knew. No one's affection could ever compare to Nyx's love for his mom and dad.
On days when Rhys and Feyre needed to attend to Night Court duties and were briefly away from Nyx, Nuala and Cerridwen often reported that he had been rather mischievous the entire duration they were away from home.
One thing they consistently observed was him slipping out of his room way past his bedtime and gazing upon a painting hanging in the center of the River House hall.
Night Triumphant and Stars Eternal—a painting of his father and mother lost in each other's eyes as majestic night and starlight surrounded them both.
And so the next time Rhys and Feyre were home, they surprised Nyx with a stargazing picnic with just the three of them. Some alone time bonding with their baby boy.
In a beautiful clearing in the middle of a pine forest, they laid on their backs and watched stars shooting past above a cloudless night sky, happy and content just being with each other.
However, Nyx, a curious child, scratched his head and asked one question. "If you're the night, dad, and mom is the star, what am I?"
Rhys and Feyre shared a knowing look and smiled at their son.
"One more surprise, Nyxie," Rhys said and opened the pocket realm, retrieving Feyre's latest painting—a painting of Rhys and Feyre kissing each cheek of a giggling baby Nyx who shone bright as a full moon.
"You're both the night and stars, Nyx, and our Everlasting Moon," Feyre said to an ever-delighted Nyx.
