#uncle cassian

[writerinthewoods05]

Shadows and Snow Angels

Chapter 1 - A little bundle

Azriel x Reader, Azriel x child OCs

Normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to get mad it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

Word count: 1.4k

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Requested: Sorta. This prompt wasn't requested to me per se, but I saw @romantasyreader28 made a post wanting someone to write it and it inspired me.

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Series warnings: past emotional abuse, past physical abuse, past emotional trauma, non explicit thoughts of suicide, depression, parental doubt, child abandonment, past child abandonment, brief talk of past pregnancy. no details mentioned, mention of non explicit SA. Every chapter will be individually tagged.

Author's note: I just wanted to say that this prompt pulled me out of a really bad writing slump after my co-writer/biscuit making master childhood kitty unfortunately passed about 2 months ago. So thank you @romantasyreader28, this story really helped me get back into writing and I hope you really enjoy it. It did deviate slightly from your original prompt but I hope that the fact that this will be a series makes up for it. Enjoy!

Author's note 2: hey so I lied, I got a boost of energy and actually finished this early, so I'm only 1 day late. I'm going to try and put a fic or drabble out every Friday but please be aware I'm in the middle of moving so if I miss a day or am late, it's probably for good reason.

Chapter warnings: brief talk of past child abandonment, non explicit memories of child abuse, brief mention of being pregnant, implied SA, some cursing but not much.

See normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to be mad, it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

"Please don't be upset, Devlon said that if someone didn't take him then he was going to send him off to another camp and he would end up just like Cass... I couldn't just leave him like that." His Shadows reached out to you invitingly, curling and spinning like they were excited. "Love, please say something..."

Your mate never rambled, it wasn't in his nature and that's what shocked you the most to be honest. So you sat where you were on the couch, mid bite of pizza, trying to figure out if he actually adopted a baby without telling you, or if he just decided to babysit Nyx for the night and is pranking you. No, no he definitely adopted a baby and didn't tell you, that sounds about right for him.

"Azriel, tell me that this is a prank and that, THAT little boy is just our nephew in a table cloth..." You set down your plate of food and walked over to your mate, Shadows now running up your back and sitting on your shoulders calmly. You knew, you just had a feeling in your gut that he was not just joking around.

Azriel was clutching the small bundle to his chest as if it would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly. You came and pulled back the fabric to see a small Illyrian infant tightly wrapped in a tattered excuse of a baby blanket. You gasped and clapped a hand over your mouth as you saw the most precious little thing, he had no clothes but the blanket. A lithe inky Shadow jumped from your hand and into the little boy. It nuzzled his cheek lovingly before returning to rest under your mates wing.

You scooped the baby up out of Azriels arms before he could react and practically ran upstairs to the nursery. You quickly set him on the changing table and unfurled the raggy fabric. The poor thing didn't even have a diaper just mess of fabric pinned against him. You didn't have to even leave the changing station seeing as the shadows that followed you up the stairs had a clean garment waiting right next to you. As you were changing him into a fresh, actual diaper, you heard Azriel's footsteps coming up the stairs behind you.

"Babe, I know that you have a perfectly reasonable explanation but your timing is kind of horrible Azzie..." You said only half joking as you handed him the baby back gently and grabbed the nearest actual blanket to wrap around him snuggly. You quickly ran to dress your sleeping baby girl is some warm clothes and a blanket too. Barely 2 weeks old and the little Astrid was already mixed into the family drama.

"Where are we going?" Azriel asked tentatively. He was holding the baby like a statue, only holding him right because of how you handed him over. Azriel's Shadows swarmed Astrid the moment you set her down to go nuzzle and love on her. You had taught them to be careful to not completely smother her. It was said that a Shadowsinger's Shadows would only listen to their master. Maybe it was the mating bond, maybe they just liked you but sometimes it seemed that the inky void that shrouds your mate, liked you better.

"Az, you know how to hold a baby, you know cuz your and Uncle... And a Father..." You set your still sleeping daughter back in her crib for a moment and padded over and cradle your mates face in your hand, your other intertwined with his scared one gently. "I'm not mad at you. Just, you do realize that we've only had Astrid for a couple of weeks and now... Raising two infants at once isnt easy. i mean look at a your brother. Rhys is one of the most put together males I know and he's been a reck with only Nyx to worry about."

"I know, and I'm sorry for not telling you. I was afraid if I didn't bring him home now Devlon might have sent him off before I could get back." Azriels shoulders seemed to finally relax a shadow falling from his mess of curls to sit around his neck calming. His grip on the swaddled little one became natural again. "You still didn't tell me where we are going, it past 1 in the morning."

You picked up Astrid, shooing away the inky void that doted on her constantly and walked to your bedroom to grab your shoes and your coat. Azriel stood in the hallway that lead back downstairs, waiting for you patiently. He was bouncing the little boy in his arms gently, this parental instincts finally coming back to him when the little one started to cry.

"Feyre always said that we could head over to the river house in a time of emergency and I'm declaring 'we just adopted a little boy with no clothes or anything we need to take care for a second baby,' an emergency. She probably still has some clothes that is too small for Nyx laying around, for now at least."

You both decided to walk the short distance to you home to the giant river house. Your daughters wings fluttered at the feel of snowflakes melting on the every so often. You both walked close together, as you usually did, babys in arms, the quiet of velaris washed over the two of you like a blanket. You could feel Azriel's Shadows almost climbing up your legs and coming to rest on your shoulders to admire their masters daughter.

"Ok..." You said slowly your head clearing with the fresh chilled air. "I'm not mad, stressed the fuck out, but I'm not mad.. But I'm going to ask some questions and I need better than 'I don't know', ok?" You needed to hear what happened, as much as it happens, it's rare for a baby to end up with no one and you wanted to know everything about this little life that you were about to add to your family.

Azriel nodded his head, his eyes trailed over the white city. As tense as he always looked, Azriel's Shadows curled up under his wings comfortably. He cradled the infant tightly to his chest, scarred fingers gently played with the edge of the blanket as you both walked. Normally the Shadows would flock to you when you had Astrid but they seemed to have divided, wanting to look over and cuddle both babys.

"Does he have a name?" You start with. As you cross the Sidra you can smell the food coming from the rainbow. You could even hear the faint sound of music booming, Rita's not being far away. You still can't believe that days of going out and partying until sunrise with your family wouldn't be an option for a long, long while.

"Not that I know of." He shrugged, adjusting the blanket so the infants wings fan out comfortably after he started to fuss. The boy seemed to be a calm baby so far but you would be taking him to madja bright and early tomorrow just to make sure nothing was wrong.

"How old is he?"

"Devlon said he's somewhere around 6 months old, but he didn't know specifics. He just said that his father was killed in the blood rite this year and his mother was... Like I said, he would have been just another Cass..." He bounced the little boy in his arms, more to soothe himself than the baby. "I just..."

You shook your hands before he could continue. Your blood boiled in your veins, and you had to take multiple deep breaths to keep from crying. You loved your mate dearly, and his brothers were your family, the best you could have asked for but Illyrians in general made you so angry most of the time! They treat females like property and they steal them just the same. Then the female gets shamed for being pregnant without a husband or killed seems like in this case it was the latter... If he really was like Cass, you prayed to the Cauldron that his mother had a peaceful second life after what she no doubt endured.

"Well, if we're going to keep him, he's going to need a name." You said with a smile as you neared the side walk that lead up to the river house. Your mate had the biggest heart and the kindest soul, you didn't care what anyone said, you knew him best. This male brought home countless animals so he could nurse them back to health. He always made sure that nothing bad happened to those animals. He would buy medicine and bandages and countless other things to try and heal them and if they didn't make it, they earned a spot in your backyard with the other rainbow pets, as Azriel likes to call them. If the Mother sent him a baby then she meant for us to be the ones to love him.

Azriel thought for a bit. He only looked up once we stood at the front door of his brother's home.

"What about Rhain?" A shadow flew up and wrapped around the door knocker, knocking loudly before returning to your mates shoulder.

"Why Rhain?" You asked before knocking again louder this time before you saw a light turn on inside meaning you got somes attention.

Azriel shrugged his shoulders and shook his head with the smallest smile coming to rest over his face. He looked down at the bundled little baby with a fondness you only seen him show to your daughter. You heard shuffling on the other side of the door and smiled at your mate before your brother in law opened the door, looking very much worse for wear.

"Rhain it is."

FYI Rhain, pronounced Rain or Rine, either is fine means strength, power, resistance, and potential. It also means 'the spear' in Welsh.

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[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Cassian: You're giving me a sticker?

Rhysand: Nyx gave it to me. He said "Uncle Cass deserves this because you are 'purr-fect'"

[Rhysand puts a sticker of a kitten on Cassian's leathers]

Cassian: I'm not a preschooler.

Rhysand: Fine, I'll take it back.

Cassian: I earned this, back off!!

[sunshinebingo]

Cat's Eyes

Uncle!Cassian, Cassian & Azriel, Gwynriel, Gwynriel baby

Synopsis: Cassian faces the silent wrath of Gwyn and Azriel’s daughter.

Word count: 518

“Az, your child is threatening me,” Cassian said, his eyes narrowing on the baby he held on his knees.

He had been so happy, upon entering his brother’s office, to see Catrin sitting on Azriel’s lap, both of them engaged in a conversation only they could understand even as the latter kept working.

Cassian wasn’t sure what had caused the sudden change in her mood. Why she had gone silent soon after he had taken her from her dad’s arms. He who thought he was her favourite uncle – Rhys and Lucien would claim otherwise but these dumbasses were wrong.

Cat was usually happy to be with him. But not today apparently. Was it the silly faces he had made? Something with the cute pet names he gave her? All of these had only made her face grow from annoyed to murderous. She wasn’t even crying. Just staring at him with the deepest frown.

Cassian bounced Cat on his legs but her frown stayed put.

“She’s only one, Cass. That’s impossible,” Azriel said casually from his seat at the desk.

It was not. Because the look that the little Berdara was currently throwing at him was clearly not friendly. And also very, very familiar.

“She’s giving me the same look your mate does when she’s pissed at me,” Cassian pointed out.

Azriel looked up from the papers in his hands and stared at his brother.

“What look?”

Cassian turned Cat around to make her face Azriel.

“The one she threw at me the night she cut a lock of my hair in my sleep,” Cassian told him.

A shudder ran through him at the memory. How she had managed to sneak up on the Lord of Bloodshed without waking him, he still didn’t understand. He supposed that it was one of the skills she possessed that made her Azriel’s equal.

“You deserved it,” Azriel deadpanned.

Maybe he did. But he hadn’t thought in that moment how far Gwyn would go. Taking revenge on his most beautiful feature was an act of cruelty he didn’t think she was capable of. Her penchant for petty revenge was yet another thing that made her perfect for Azriel.

Cat extended her hands towards her father and babbled something that made the Shadowsinger smile. He stood up and walked to where Cassian sat with the wiggling girl.

Cassian understood her sudden aversion to him the moment Azriel took his daughter back and gave her a loud kiss on the cheek that caused her to giggle.

When Azriel turned and walked back to his seat, Cat looked at Cassian over her father’s shoulder with another scowl.

“Damn,” Cassian exclaimed. “And people think you’re scary? They should face the wrath of your mate and kid.”

Azriel sat down with his daughter who now smiled as bright as moonlight. He ran a hand through Cat’s black curls with a smirk.

“You can tell the tale if you survive it,” he said, enraptured by the little girl extending her tiny hands out to grab his pen, her babbling starting once again.

“Family of freaks,” Cassian mumbled to himself.

[hopelessromwriter]

The Art of War

The training ring atop the House of Wind was quiet, save for the distant whistle of the wind and the soft padding of boots on stone. Liora stood across from Cassian, arms crossed, watching as her uncle paced in front of her like a general before battle.

“This,” Cassian began, sweeping his arm toward the vast Illyrian mountain range beyond them, “is where some of the greatest battles in history were fought.”

Liora arched a brow. “You’re not about to give me a history lecture, are you?”

Cassian shot her a grin. “Why? You don’t think history is important?”

She groaned, shifting her weight onto one foot. “It’s not that. It’s just…if I wanted a history lesson, I’d ask Amren. Or maybe Azriel. You just sound like a storyteller at a war camp.”

Cassian clutched his chest in mock offense. “I’ll have you know, my storytelling is legendary. Azriel is the one who makes it sound like a death sentence.”

Liora smirked but didn’t argue.

Cassian resumed pacing, his expression turning more serious. “What I was trying to say,” he continued, “is that the Illyrians didn’t just win battles with brute strength. They won with strategy, with understanding their enemies.”

Liora sighed. “And that’s why I have to study battle formations, right?”

“Exactly.” Cassian folded his arms. “If you want to be a warrior, you need to think like one.”

Liora rolled her eyes but nodded. She did want to be a warrior—had spent her entire life trying to prove that she could hold her own among the Illyrians and the Inner Circle alike. But Cassian’s endless lessons on strategy, on patience, on thinking before acting, were driving her insane.

“I already know most of this,” she muttered. “You and Azriel drill it into my head every day.”

Cassian’s hazel eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh, really?”

Liora’s stomach twisted. That look never meant anything good.

Before she could react, Cassian moved. One second he was standing a few feet away, the next he was lunging toward her, his wings tucked in, his body a blur of muscle and speed.

Liora barely had time to dodge as he swung a practice sword toward her side. She leapt backward, drawing her own weapon, and blocked his next strike just in time. The clang of steel echoed through the training ring.

“You want to prove you know battle strategy?” Cassian taunted, pressing his blade harder against hers. “Then show me.”

Liora gritted her teeth and shoved him back, using his own momentum to spin out of his reach. She moved quickly, analyzing his stance, watching the way his muscles coiled before each strike. Cassian was fast—but he was also predictable.

He feinted left. She dodged right. He brought his sword down toward her shoulder, but she sidestepped, angling her blade just enough to redirect his attack.

Cassian grinned. “Not bad.”

Liora smirked. “Not trying my hardest yet.”

Cassian barked a laugh. “Cocky little thing.”

He lunged again, and Liora parried, dancing just out of his reach. This time, she didn’t let him dictate the pace. She moved first, slashing toward his side, forcing him to go on the defensive. He blocked each strike, but she could see it—the faint flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Good.

She pivoted sharply, aiming low, trying to knock his legs out from under him. But Cassian, the bastard, anticipated it. Instead of dodging, he let her attack land—only to grab her wrist as she struck and yank her forward.

Liora barely had time to react before she found herself pinned, her back against the stone floor, Cassian’s weight holding her down.

“Lesson number one,” Cassian panted, grinning down at her. “Don’t let your opponent bait you.”

Liora groaned, smacking his arm. “You fight dirty.”

Cassian shrugged. “A warrior does what they have to do to win.”

Liora huffed, but a smile tugged at her lips. “Fine. Next time, I’ll be the one who tricks you.”

Cassian laughed and stood, offering her a hand. “Looking forward to it, kid.”

As Liora took his hand and got back to her feet, she couldn’t help but grin. Even if Cassian’s lessons were annoying, she had to admit—there was no better way to learn than with him at her side.

[afandomangel]

Little Warriors

Nova and Nyx fluff ft, Uncle Az and Uncle Cassian

A/n: Having Az and Cas watch these two, has been an idea for a long time. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Slight violence (toddlers with play swords), mentions of pregnancy, mentions of kidnapping

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The two High Lords watched their sons as they babbled on and on about flying and their uncles. The High Lord of Autumn checked the clock, debating calling for his wife, Lyra. They were going to be late to the meeting in Day. Eris was ready to cancel the meeting; this was the first time Lyra and Eris were letting Cassian and Azriel babysit Nova. Though Feyre and Rhysand had reassured them that Cassian and Az were fully capable of babysitting Nyx and could babysit both Nyx and Nova, Eris is very skeptical. Nova was mischievous, and Nyx was just as mischievous, if not worse; the two together was calling for chaos.

Speaking of chaos, Nova smiled mischievously at him, his little violet eyes twinkling with trouble. “What are you planning, Little Star?” Eris asked, eying his son, his mini-me. 

Nova’s wings fluttered a bit, a tell-tale sign of trouble. “Nothing, papa!” He said, and Nyx giggled beside him. 

Eris looked at Rhysand, and Rhys just shook his head, amusement in his eyes. “Feyre, Lyra,” Rhys called, “we really need to go! Helion is waiting.”

“Relax! We are ready!” Lyra shouted as she moved down the steps. She wore a golden brown gown that glittered with a small baby bump poking out. Her wings were tucked in, and her bargain tattoos were proudly out. Her crown of autumn leaves sparkled brightly. Her eyes admired Eris’s appearance in his standard autumn red suit and laurel leaf crown. 

“Mama! Mama!” Nova shouted, flapping his wings and hovering above her. Nyx followed, doing the same to Feyre. 

The two mothers greeted their sons with bright smiles as Cassian and Azriel strode into the room. Cas beamed proudly at the two boys, and Az looked ready for war. His shadows moved around the room, scanning for threats.

“Relax, Az,” Feyre laughed, “the house is baby-proofed.”

“It’s not for the house, Feyre darling,” Rhys said, smirking at the shadowsinger. He is ensuring there is nothing for those two to get into.” 

Eris looked at Lyra silently, pleading that they cancel this meeting. She shot him a look, telling him to calm down. 

“They are in good hands,” Feyre reassured, catching Eris’s look of concern. It was fair after Nova was kidnapped months ago. They needed to trust Nova could be watched without them hovering. After all, they were the High Lord and High Lady, still having much to do for their court. Building up relations with other courts was just the beginning, and they both knew Nova wouldn’t be able to sit still through that meeting. With the new baby coming soon, having friends and family, they could trust to watch Nova and the babe was crucial.

“We will take great care of them,” Cas promised. Nova took that opportunity to fly into the air above Cas and dive into his arms. He caught the boy, and Nova gave his father a crooked smile. 

Eris was not buying it. “If you need anything, or if there is any sign that Nova is in danger, tell us,” Eris said.

“He will be fine,” Rhys reassures. 

“His snacks are in the bag, as are toys and books. Lyra packed spare clothes as well.” Eris said. 

Lyra moved to her son and kissed his head. " Be good. Don't stress your uncles out too much,” she winked at him, and he grinned. 

Eris moved to their son, kissing his head, “Please be good.” Nova giggled in response. 

“If you-” Eris started again, but Lyra cut him off. 

“Come on, mother hen! We have to get to Helion’s before it gets too rowdy.” Lyra said, pulling him along. They took Rhys’s hand and disappeared. 

Cassian turned to his brother and smiled. Az just shook his head in disbelief. Az had a feeling this was the calm before the storm. Nova still sat in his arms, and after a moment passed, he wriggled out of his grip and flew into the air. Nyx grinned at his cousin, flying into the air, too. The two cousins giggled as they flew above their uncles' heads. Then Nyx dove straight for the couch and bounced on the cushion, nearly falling off the couch had Az not dove for the boy. Cas breathed relief, but then Nova followed after his cousin, bouncing in the air. Cas dove for the boy, knocking the table over and catching Nova. The two boys giggled like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Az tried to hold Nyx, but the babe somehow wriggled out, flying back into the air.

“Nyx! Mother above!” Az called, jumping back up to stop the boy from repeating.

Nova wriggled free of Cassian, joining his cousin in the air. The two laughed as they watched Az and Cas try to position themselves to catch them. A few moments passed, and the boys hovered in the air. It was high enough for the two Illyrians not to be able to reach it without flying up themselves. There was not enough room for them to do that. 

“Come down, please,” Az gently called, trying to reason with the two terror toddlers. 

“No!” Nyx said defiantly. Nova giggled. 

“Did he just say no?” Cas asked in disbelief. “Oh, he is Rhysand’s son.”

“Get one of Nova’s toys. Maybe we can bribe them?” Az suggested. Cassian moved to Nova’s bag and found the dragon plush the babe loved. The Circle and the Vanserra brothers had all taken to calling him Little Dragon, and the babe now had a collection of dragon-themed items. 

Nova’s eyes zeroed in on the plush. He dove for Cassian and, more specifically, the toy. Cassian caught him and held him.

As he dove for it, Az’s shadows appeared with Nyx’s bat plush, which got the boy’s attention. “Gotcha,” Az said as he held his nephew, who now was focused on his bat. 

The two boys sat content with their stuffed animals for ten minutes. Then, as if they could communicate mind to mind, they rose in synch. “Can we play war?” Nyx asked Cassian, who had finally sat down.

“War?” Cas asked, confused.

“War, wike you,” Nyx said, his blue eyes staring expectantly at him. 

Az gave him a look, don’t agree! This spells trouble. Cas considered for a second. 

“Why not? What could go wrong?” Cas said, standing to grab the play swords. 

Cassian should have kept his mouth shut. When the two boys got the swords, they instantly attacked Az and Cassian’s shins. Leading to the two males biting back swears as they fell to the floor. The two Illyrian males looked up to see the two young boys grinning at them with rope. Somehow, the two had found rope. Az and Cas didn’t know how they couldn’t move as they felt no power over their limbs. They lay motionless as the two boys laughed, tying ropes around them; now, both men lay bound on the floor.

Hours had passed, and the door opened to reveal Nova and Nyx's exhausted parents. The two boys now slept on the couch, curled beside each other with empty bowls of ice cream. Cas and Az lay on the floor, their eyes wide with worry.

“Aww, look at them all tired,” Feyre said from behind the couch.

“Where are Cas and Az, though?” Lyra asked, peering around the couch to see a wide-eyed Cas and Az. “You have got to be kidding me.

Eris followed behind her and scowled at the males. His temper rose as he saw the two most feared Fae males tied and bound by rope. “How?”

Lyra crouched down and moved the binds around Azriel’s mouth. 

“They were so fast, and then I couldn’t move,” Az explained, glancing at the two boys who still slumbered peacefully. Rhys stepped forward and entered Az’s mind, Lyra doing the same. Both the High Lord and High Lady’s violet eyes widened in disbelief. 

“Oh my gods!” Lyra said quietly in disbelief. Then she looked at her son and nephew, “Oh my gods!” she said louder. She looked around the room and saw the true aftermath of the cousins. Curtains were stained, and furniture was turned over. Nyx’s pegasus slept in the corner covered in violet paint. Painted hand prints scattered on the walls. The two toddlers had destroyed the room and managed to take down two Illyrian warriors. 

“Oh my gods,” Rhys said in agreement. 

“What?” Feyre said, taking in the room and then looking at the two boys. Eris was the last to analyze the room and was mortified.

“They did this?” Eris asked, looking at the two boys. They were covered in paint. Nova’s sleeves were covered in soot, no doubt from using his fire magic despite Eris and Lyra telling him only to use it when they practiced.

Lyra removed Cas’s gag and looked at the two boys with fear. A fear only seen when he encountered Bryaxis. “They are terrifying.”

“Normally, I would tease you, Cas, but they staged that attack like war generals,” Rhys said, keeping his eyes on the two.

“Mother above,” Lyra groaned. “Who mind stilled?”

“Both?” Feyre suggested, “They are too young for only one to still two grown males.” 

“There’s only one way to know,” Lyra said, sitting down, careful not to touch the paint. She gently picked up Nova, stirring the child. Cauldron spare them all as the babe had the nerve to give her a sweet, boyish grin. 

“Mama!” He called, wrapping his painted arms around her.

“Busted,” she said once he removed his arms. She grabbed a singed sleeve and gave him a disapproving look. His little lip wobbled. 

“I’m sowwy,” he said.

“Don’t apologize to me, Nova. You need to apologize to your Uncle Az and Uncle Cas, as well as to Uncle Rhysie and Auntie Feyre. Then you need to apologize to your dada because I think he is ready to have a heart attack.”

Indeed, Eris was so pale as he continued to look at his son and nephew's mess. They had destroyed the room. 

Nyx awoke and was greeted by a scolding look from Feyre. She gave him the same lecture and the two boys began apologizing. After they said sorry and one the love of their parents again with their cute little smiles, Rhys repaired the room with his magic. 

“Now, who used magic on Cas and Az?” Feyre asked the boys.

The two looked at each other as if silently conversing on who would answer. And maybe they were. Cas shifted from behind the couch nervously. Nyx giggled, and they both turned to the adults. 

“We both did,” Nyx said. 

“You both made your uncles freeze?” Eris asked, concerned, knitting his brows. He held Lyra’s waist and tightened his grip. 

“Yeah!” Nova said, laughing. “I froze Az and Nyx froze Cas.” 

“They have our powers,” Rhys said, voice laced with excitement. 

“They have our powers,” Lyra agreed. She now had not only to keep flammable things away from her son, but now she had to worry about him moving through her mind as a Daemati. She didn’t even want to think about the unborn babe and what their powers would be, seeing how Nova was already exceeding expectations. 

“Are we not going to talk about how they ambushed us?” Cas asked.

Feyre laughed, “You’re the war general, and Az is the spymaster. Surely, you should’ve recognized an ambush. Why would you give them play swords of all things?” 

“I didn’t think three-year-olds would attack us!” Cas huffed. The two three-year-olds giggled.

[arizona2004]

Rhys is Helicopter mom

“adult” Nyx X fem!reader

warnings: he’s more like 17-18, family drama, awkward nyx

This was originally written for the post I previously wrote but it went a bit too far from the request so I rewrote that. Also, I added some awkward Nyx moments with the bat boys because I just had to. It’s mostly awkward Nyx and cute family moments, honestly.

y/hc- your hair color, y/st- your skin tone

Nyx pov

Walking down the same road I take every time I go to my mom's art studio, I can’t help but walk a little slower as I pass my favorite pastry shop. Not only is every single item of food they have absolutely divine, but so is the company. I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare across the street and into the little shop and spot her. Y/N. She is the most beautiful female I have ever seen. 

I’ve known her since we were in school together but having switched to private lessons with my father at 15, I never get to see her anymore. Except for when I walk this road. Or get up the nerve to go order something. Which my uncle Cas says I need to stop doing.

I can hear his voice in my head: 'you're getting lazy. You’re out of shape. Stop eating so much junk food.'

He’s right, I know. With how often I go to her shop, I definitely do eat too much junk food. But seeing her smile, I can’t help but want to hear her laugh. And I can’t hear her laugh from across the street, now can I?

With every intention of going into the pastry shop, I take a deep breath and- I freeze. Someone’s behind me. Drawing my magic close, I whip around, simultaneously reaching for the dagger strapped to my thigh.

As the assailant blocks my jab, I begin to strike with magic but stop before the dangerous strike hits. “Uncle Cas!” I almost shout but try to keep my voice low so I don’t draw attention. A smile spreads across my uncle's face, and he releases my wrist.

“So this is what you’ve been up to, hmm?” His grin grows as he leans a shoulder onto the stone wall of the ally I’ve been hiding in. “This is why you’ve been late to training, slow in the ring, and wandering around at all hours of the night?”

I can’t help the blush that flushes my cheeks at his words, and I hate that I can’t lie or come up with some sort of retort. Cassian’s eyes seem to sparkle with humor and mischief as he sees something on my face that I wish I could hide. 

Before he can say anything though, someone else speaks further down the alley, “Leave him be, Cas.” It’s my father, I’d know that voice anywhere. He steps out of the shadows, and right behind him, my uncle Azriel follows, a small smile on their faces too.

“What- What are you guys doing here?” I stammer. My father raises his brows as if it's obvious, but I refuse to acknowledge it. 

“What’s her name?” Cas asks, drawing my attention back to him.\

“What? Whose name?” I pretend I don’t know what they’re talking about in hopes they’ll go away.

“The girl,” he answers monotone, “In the coffee shop. Is it the pretty one with the y/hc and y/st?”

“I- Um-” I stammer as the blush spreads down my neck, heating my face more; Cassian only grins wider. I swallow the lump in my throat and don’t know what to say. “What’s her name, Nyx?” Cassian asks again.

“Um- Y/n,” I murmur.

“Y/n. That’s a pretty name,” my dad speaks this time. “So,” he draws out the word, “what’s she like.”

“Um-” I panic, not knowing what to tell them. They’re going to think I’m a loser and a fool when they find out the truth.

“Come on, Nyx. Tell us!” Cassian pesters.

“Cas,” Az speaks this time, soft but stern, trying to pull Cassian's excitement in.

“Oh, come one, he can’t even tell us a little bit about her?” my face heats impossibly further. “Wait!” Cas says, finally noticing. “Have you not even talked to her yet?” The continuing reddening of my face and lack of response is enough of an answer for him. “Just go and talk to her.”

“Cassian,” my father tries to stop him again.

“It’s not that simple,” I say hesitantly, embarrassed. 

“Why?” Cassian pushes, “does she have a lover already?”

I shake my head no but refuse to say anything else about that. “It’s just not that simple.”

“Oh, come on!” Cassian says again, “You’ve talked to girls before, right?”

I refuse to answer, but there’s no stopping the heat from returning to my face after it had just started to recede. Uncle Cas starts to say something else, but I decide to winnow away to my bedroom, unable to hear anything else they have to say. 

Laying in bed hours later, I smush my face into the pillow, trying not to think about how embarrassing earlier was. Now they all know that I’m an awkward virgin unable to communicate with pretty females. Or any females beyond the ones I’m related to, for that matter.

Completely mortified, I refuse to open the door when my dad comes by later. I refuse to go down to dinner and ensure the wards I personally put on my room are strong, so no one can come in. except maybe my mom if she decided to break them with the power she got from Helion. She wouldn’t, though. She’s all about giving me privacy and freedom.

She does slide a note under my door after dinner though: Are you alright?

Yes, I reply.

You have nothing to be embarrassed about.

Great, I think with a silent grumble, of course, my father told her.

No one’s judging you, she writes on another piece of paper since I didn’t respond to the last note.

You don’t know that, I reply, Cassian seemed quite flabbergasted by my lack of experience. I bet he’s coming up with a whole list of jokes.

Cassian’s an idiot, she replies after moments of furious scrawling, and he’s doing no such thing. No one is going to make any comments, and I’ll ensure Cassian does not offer to give you pointers unless you ask. 

I lay there, sprawled on my stomach by the door, for a long moment, not knowing how to respond. I know she’s right. If she tells them to keep their mouths shut, my family will listen. But I can’t help but wonder if they’ll look at me differently. If, now that they know I’m a virgin, they’ll look at me like a child, like I’m no longer a grown male because of my inexperience. 

When I, again, have gone too long without a response, I hear more scribbling on paper then my father's voice.

“Putting my invaluable teaching skills to good use, I see. But why, Feyre Darling, are you doing it on the floor. There are plenty of desks for you to write at.” His voice is laced with humor, the smile on his face evident even though I can’t see him.

“I’m trying to write a note to Nyx, darling,” my mother mocks slightly. “Go away.”

“What are you writing?” His voice is louder now; he must be right outside the door.

“None of your business, Rhysand.”

They banter for another few moments while I lay there, silently wishing they would just go away, but refusing to cast a silencing shield, lest they say something about me.

“He doesn’t seem to want to talk,” my father eventually says, sparking my attention.

“That’s why I’m writing, and he was responding. But you should leave: this is your fault.”

“How is this my fault?”

“If you hadn’t gone and bugged him about his interest in that female, then none of this would have happened.”

“I didn’t do the bugging. Cassian did.”

“And whose idea was it to stalk our son?”

My father doesn’t respond for a moment, and suddenly anger rushes through me. Why would it have been his idea? I could get over it if it were Uncle Cas; that’s exactly something he would do. But my father? My mom made him promise to uphold her rules about privacy.

“Will you just go away!” I shout through the door, shutting up what one of them was about to say. “I hate you! So fuck off!” With a small seed of regret in my heart, I don’t wait for a response and immediately winnow away instead.

I winnow to the street outside of y/n’s apartment without meaning to and immediately cringe as I recall my stalker-ish-ness that led me to find out where she lived in the first place. I had followed her home from school one day, and as soon as I realized I winnowed away mortified.

Not even knowing where I could go, I don’t winnow but instead walk in the opposite direction of her house, tears streaming down my face.

“Hey,” a voice calls from a few feet away, “are you alright?”

“I…um-” I look up, blinking away some of the tears. She stands right in front of me now, an expression of concern written across her face. Y/N.

“Are you alright?” she asks again when I don’t say anything. “How about you come with me, and we can have some cocoa.” she offers while I stare blankly at her.

Gently grabbing me by the arm, she turns me and guides us toward her house. When we’re inside and sitting on the couch with cocoa, and my tears have finally stopped, drying on my face, she broaches the obvious topic.

“Why are you upset, Nyx?”

Panic rushes through me, and I shoot my gaze up to hers. “How do you know my name?” I ask sternly.

“We were in school together-” she says, shifting, seeming suddenly nervous. “Plus you’re the prince. The Highlord and lady’s son.”

“Oh… right,” I say, settling down, no longer tense. I look away from her, though, while I sift through my thoughts of what to say. “I got into a fight with my parents. Well, not exactly. It wasn’t a fight really. I was upset because my family found something that I wanted to keep quiet. Which I was getting over, but then I found out my dad was basically at fault for it. And we have strict rules about privacy in our house, so it made me angry.”

Y/N just nods her understanding and places a gentle hand on my shoulder. I relax into the touch and let out a breath before continuing. “I told him I hated him and winnowed away. I didn’t mean it, but-” I stop talking, and more tears find their way out of my eyes. 

“I’m sure he knows that,” Y/N says, moving her hand comfortingly along my back. “My parents and I fought all the time. I’ve said that before but they knew it wasn’t true. I think it’s normal for teenagers.”

“No. It’s different,” I say. “My parents and I never fight. We’re like best friends, and I’ve never said anything like that before. They practically let me do anything I want unless it’s dangerous or something. And I train and do all my ‘future high lord lesson’ stuff without complaint.”

Y/N rubs comfortable circles along my back, soothing me more so I keep talking. “I know I should go apologize. I want to, but I’m still kind of angry with him, and I don’t want to snap if I just see him.”

“How about you stay here for a bit to cool down; you can talk to your parents later; I’m sure they’ll understand your frustration with them.”

I smile up at her and set my cup down on the table before getting into a more comfortable position and looking at y/n. “Tell me something,” I murmur into the space between us.

“What do you want to know?”

“I don’t know, just tell me something good.” I place my hand on her knee tracing small circles on it, and close my eyes to listen to her speak. She tells me some stories from when she was younger. I can’t help listening intently until she trails off, then my breaths even out, and I drift away into a peaceful sleep.

When we wake hours later, it’s to a pounding on the door. “Open up! We speak on behalf of the Highlord and lady’s orders.” I recognize the voice immediately to be my uncle Cas’s, but before I even get the chance to move, Y/N is on her feet and opening the door. 

When it swings open, I don’t even look at my uncles in the doorway. I turn to y/n. “You really shouldn’t open the door for strangers,” I tell her.

“They said they’re here on behalf of the Highlord and lady,” she protests.

“And they could have been kidnappers or murders, lying.”

“Pretending to be the High peoples’ is treason,” she replies, eyes widening at the prospect of someone doing that.

“Well, they would already be criminals.”

“Nyx,” my father's voice pulls my attention away from y/n. 

Before he can say anything else, I speak instead, “you can’t just barge into anyone's house dad.”

“We’ve been worried sick, Nyx. You ran away, and that was yesterday evening: it’s 3 am.”

“Well, we fell asleep. I’m so sorry I fell asleep at night,” I say, putting as much sarcasm into my voice as possible. “You know I don’t know why I’m surprised you showed up here; you don’t know the definition of privacy at all.”

“We were worried, Nyx. That’s why we’re here.”

“Right, and you must have been quite worried to have followed me around the city and find out about-” I cut myself off, remembering that y/n is in the room.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he admits, his eyes flashing a pained look of guilt. “I’m sorry.”

I cross my arms over my chest and look away from my father, thinking for a minute before unclenching my jaw and speaking. “I’m sorry I said I hate you; I didn’t mean it. But I still haven’t forgiven you yet.”

His body relaxes slightly as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, and he nods. “Will you come home at least?”

I nod and go to thank y/n for the hospitality, but she’s already there when I turn, throwing her arms around me. “Come see me tomorrow or whenever; I don’t care.”

I hug her back tightly and agree to come and see her before apologizing quietly for my family and walking out the door, as red as a tomato.

[acourtofquestions]

Every time I picture baby Illyrian/Faerie Nyx with his lil wings I just think about this babysitting chaos😂

[ladyescapism]

from the mouths of babes

summary: this mini series will be about the children of the IC and a few other characters. ships include feysand, nessian, gwenriel, and elucien. I will include a list of OCs and ages that is updated each part.

masterlist

part 3

warnings: swearing

wc: 1,200

o.c. list:

Persephone, age 7 - feysand's daughter

Calliope, age 7 - nessian's daughter

Catrin, age 7 - gwenriel's daughter

Adonis, age 13 - gwenriel's son (not mentioned)

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“You said what,” Rhys exclaimed. “To him?!?!” 

“She… said…hahaha,” Nyx tried to get out between laughs. 

“She said some of the most vulgar things I have ever heard of coming out of a child’s mouth, Lord Rhysand,” Devlon sputtered. “And to a Lord’s son, my son. Not to mention a grown male. She needs to be punished.” 

“Don’t tell me how to raise my children,” Rhys snapped. 

The males got into it a bit as Feyre looked over to where her daughter sat in a chair too big for her. 

The girl was a spitting image of her father. With Nyx, she could find some features that came from her, or her side of the family. But with this one, she was all her father. 

She had his dark hair, his violet eyes, and the same stubborn look in her eyes when she didn’t get what she wanted. 

She looked so innocent sitting there with her feet not touching the ground, in her dirty white dress and leaves in her hair. Her cousins, Calli and Cat were sitting nearby.

“Persephone, dear.” Feyre bent down to where her seven-year-old daughter sat scowling in Ryker’s direction, “Tell Mama what happened. I won’t be mad at you for saying bad words right now if you tell me what you said to Ryker.” 

“Promise,” she prompted. 

“Promise,” Feyre agreed. 

Now everyone in the room was looking to Persephone. 

“Well,” Persephone’s small voice started. “It started when…”

Nyx had taken the girls to the wildflower felids at the edge of the forest. At first, they had played some games. Hide and seek was their favorite but they played tag as well. 

At some point, Persephone decided she wanted to climb a tree.

“Why are you climbing a tree,” he asked, flying alongside her. “You can fly if you want to see something high up.” 

“I just wanna climb.” 

He couldn’t argue with that. 

The view from the top of the tree looking down into the village was a sight. She saw her father and shouted for him, waving like a maniac. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” 

He turned to look at her and waved back. 

She also saw some Illyrian’s on a trail far away but didn’t bother to wave to them. They were never very nice to her anyways. 

When she made her way back down, Nyx wanted to show her and her cousins how to make something. 

He sat with them in the felid and showed them how to braid flowers together to make anything they wanted. Nyx was better at in than them and had made himself a crown by the time they were halfway done with theirs. 

Persephone watched in earnest as he skillfully wove the stems of the flowers together to finish her matching crown.  

The only thing that broke her concentration was a male voice coming from the tree line. 

“Well, well Nyxie.” The male walked up to them, the other two staying a few feet behind them. “I always knew you were a girl’s blouse, but maybe you’re just a girl in general.” 

The male and his lackeys laughed. 

“Buzz off, Ryker.” 

“Can’t even stand up to me like a real male.” 

“I have the decency not to swear in front of seven-year-old girls. Now leave.” 

“Yeah, leave,” Persephone added, trying her best to be intimidating. 

“How about you shut your mouth, ankle biter,” Ryker said.

Before Nyx could jump to defend his sister, she told Ryker, “Fuck off, prick.” 

The shouting got Cat’s attention, but Calli was still working on her flower crown. 

“Now list-”

“You better leave, asshole,” she cut him off. “Before I shove that toothpick you call a sword so far up your ass you could actually pick your teeth with it. Who the hell do you think you are anyways? My brother is the coolest in the worlds and you are a smelly bastard who yells at little girls. Not to mention a stupid bastard for making fun of us. My Daddy is the High Lord. He kick your ass.”

Cat ran up and stood beside her cousin, giving the best impression of her father she could muster. 

All the males present were stunned. 

Ryker just turned and started walking away. 

“Good ideas, motherfucker.” 

“Yeah, jerk,” Cat shouted, not brave enough to use bad words. 

Nyx began howling, cackling with laughter. 

He was still laughing when he took Persephone home to find both his parents, Uncle Cassian, and Uncle Azriel, Lord Devlon, and Ryker standing in the house. 

“That’s what I say,” Persephone finished off. 

Everyone was stunned. And almost everyone was holding off laughter. 

The only one who didn’t think it was funny was Lord Devlon. 

“Well, I never,” Lord Devlon said, shocked. “This is the future of the Night Court? Small children who think that they can waltz up to males triple their size and say such things. I suppose it’s a good thing she said it to my son and not someone less honorable, because who knows what would ha-”

“Don’t finish that thought,” Cassian interrupted.

Devlon just huffed. 

“Persephone, dove.” Rhys bent down and scooped his little girl into his arms. “You are not allowed to use bad words. You know that.” 

Persephone nodded her head. 

“And it was dangerous for you to say mean things to someone much bigger that you. Even with Nyx there to protect you, he still could have hurt you.” 

She just nodded again, about to cry from the scolding her Daddy was giving her. 

“And, you said some very mean and uncalled for things to Ryker. Do you want to apologize to him?” 

“He was mean first,” she shouted. “He called Nyx names and told me to shut up and called me an ankle biter!” 

Rhys looked over to where Ryker stood behind his father, to find the male staring at the floor. 

“Well, maybe you both need to apologize to each other.” 

“You first,” Persephone demanded. 

Ryker looked up and took a few steps towards the High Lord and his daughter. 

“My apologies, lady.” He started without hesitation or complaint and with a deep bow to Persephone. “What I said to both you and your brother was rude and uncalled for. I offer my deepest apologies and hope you accept.” 

“I sorry too. You actually smell good. And your sword is cool.” 

Ryker looked up and chuckled at the girl now trying to hide in her Papa’s chest. 

He made the few steps in her direction and offered her his hand. 

“Truce?” 

“Okay,” she chirped and shook his hand. 

The male brought the little girl’s hand to his mouth and gave it a quick kiss, earning a blush and giggle from the girl. 

“Your brother will have a fierce protector so long as you are by his side, lady,” Ryker said, letting her hand go. 

“Yep,” she smiled. 

Everyone but Lord Devlon chuckled, and he and his son made their way out of the house. 

Before Ryker made his way off the porch, as strong hand gripped him by the back of the neck. 

“Call my niece a name one more time and you’ll wish you were never born,” Azriel said in Ryker’s ear. 

“Yes, sir,” the male choked out as the Shadow singer made his way back into the house, not bothering to stay and hear the younger male’s response. 

Feyre had made her way to where her mate stood, still holding their daughter in his arms. 

“Now, tell Mama just where you learned all those words.”