Startfall was big this year, the house of wind had never been so beautifully ready before, chandelier crystals twinkled, the fae lights floated around in perfect symphony and the champagne was plenty. All credit went to Nesta and the House itself - so extravagant yet tasteful, all done courtesy of Rhys’s pocket of course.
Nyx was mesmerised by the fae lights and kept reaching for them. The boy was handed around by friends and family and Feyre was constantly keeping an eye on where he was. He was such a social kid and he had everyone wrapped around his finger, particularly Rhys and Mor.
Nyx’s mind brushed hers, giving her the impression that he was wondering where she was. She went to take him over from Cass and tickled him. Her gaze suddenly went to Nesta, Mor, Gwyn and Emerie dancing together. Gwyn and Mor were breaking out their goofiest moves and Feyre couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.
Nyx’s sudden “Da!” alerted her that her mate was now by her side.
He took Nyx in his arms, and placed the toddler on his shoulders. He gave Feyre, a peck on the cheek. “Go and have fun Feyre darling.”
“No its okay, this one is getting a bit too mischievous these days. I have to keep an eye on him.”
“I’ve got him, go dance - is Gwyn attempting a moonwalk there?”
Feyre let out a laugh at the sight. Sure enough Gwyn was doing that and she really really wanted to join her. She looked at Rhys and gave him a quick kiss. She motioned Rhys to bent down so she could kiss Nyx’s nose, “be good for dad.”
Rhys loved watching her, dancing without any qualms, enjoying with her friends. After a while, he decided to take Nyx up to the terrace where Feyre first drew again after the war, where she gave her exquisite smile to him for the very first time.
Nyx was busy playing with Rhys’s jacket collar until Rhys said,
“Look up there buddy, should be starting any minute now.”
Sure enough the sky illuminated and Nyx’s eyes were awestruck. He released a gasp of delight and Rhys couldn’t take his eyes off his son.
“There are my two favourite men”
Rhys turned suddenly and then low and behold something wet and gooey hit his face, just like it did that night. Nyx was laughing right alongside Feyre and he reached for his dad’s slobbered face. His little hands were now covered with glittery translucent green and he found that he needed to decorate his fathers jacket collar with it.
Feyre moved towards Rhys.
He had his son in one arm and Feyre in the other. She rested her head against his shoulder. She felt content and at peace being here. Watching the beautiful skyline with the two people she loved the most. She turned her face upwards towards Rhys and kissed him. Nyx looked at her and giggled because now his mother had all that goo on her nose as well.
Her brother never looked so defeated. He always stood tall, completely sure of himself but at this moment.... he looked utterly defeated.
“Hows my favourite brother doing?”, she asked while trying to treck the rough illyrian grounds in her navy blue slippers. She had winnowed straight here after the debacle at the ball, straight to where she knew she’d find him. A place she disliked because all she got was sneers from the men, sneers directed at her unclipped wings. She was still young, but regardless of her getting her first bleed, she would still get to keep her wings. There were certain advantages of being the only daughter of the high lord. She felt an insane amount of guilt, guilt that she could keep her wings while others couldn’t, and guilt that she wished her brother would become high lord sooner because she disagreed with the way her father ruled.
Stark violet eyes met her own, only difference, the stars in his eyes were dim tonight.
“What are you doing here out all alone? Its not safe.”
“Our wonder twin powers alerted me that you needed me, so I came to check in.”
His lip twitched, “but we’re not twins dear sister. I’m a whole 57 years ahead of you.”
She waved her hand, “oh potato- patato, same thing. No but seriously, whats eating at you?”
He scoffed, “my lack of control on my powers tonight didn’t give me away?”
“Its not too bad Rhys.”
“I could have killed someone, killed an innocent.”
“You didn’t, you just need to keep doing your best. Just keep working on how to control your power, don’t smother it. Embrace it Rhys, don’t let it control you.”
He stayed silent, his gaze focused on the harsh mountains around him. But she could see the water forming, his jaw clenching, trying to hold it all in. That won’t do.
She moved closer, wrapped an arm around his built shoulders and rested her head against his arm. “You’re the strongest and most resilient person I know, if anyone can get this right. Its you.”
She felt a wet tear on her free hand,
“I don’t want to hurt anyone, I can’t hurt anyone.”
“You won’t, have the trust in yourself that I have in you. You have got this, and I will be with you every step of the way.”
He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a bear hug of sorts. “Promise you’ll annoy me forever you little rascal?”
Feyre puts Nyx to bed on time but Nyx always sneaks out his window to fly around Velaris. Rhys always catches him and tells him not to but ends up flying around with him (just like his mom did with him)
Rhys makes sure Nyx is tucked into bed after half an hour only to find his mate with a raised eyebrow waiting outside the door.
He shrugs, “its tradition”
Feyre sighs in defeat, shakes her head and says nothing but she starts putting Nyx to bed exactly half an hour earlier from then on and pretends not to see her mate and son fly around Velaris every night.
The one thing that disappointed me about ACOSF was that we never got a real confrontation between Nesta and Feyre. So my imagination ran wild and I wrote a lil something. Its crappy but hey, something is better than nothing 🤷🏻♀️
Feyre and Nesta confrontation
“Nesta, I need to speak with you.”
Nesta kept on walking, one foot in front of the other. She couldn’t do this now, she didn’t think she could do this ever.
She could hear Feyre’s feet moving behind her. She was almost to the foyer, not long to go.
“Nesta, can you please just listen. I want to apologise for the measures we had to take but you have to realise I had little choice. I just want to apologise for my part in not helping you before.”
Nesta’s feet didn’t slow, she kept on going but she couldn’t help but snort, “ah holier than thou perfect Feyre makes an appearance again. I reiterate, I’m not interested in speaking to you.”
“For once in your life, will you stop walking away!”
At that Nesta’s feet stopped. The sudden fire rising within her, forging the barricade she always kept up. To feel would be to feel everything, to face everything and she couldn’t bear to do it.
Nesta turned with that very fire in her eyes, a part of her knew her eyes were now glowing.
Feyre looked uncertain but then Nesta saw a resolve enter her eyes. Feyre suddenly stood up straighter, her chin high and her gaze unfaltering. A high lady, nay a queen in her own right standing against an unknown power without any fear.
“You heard me. You and I need to have this out once and for all. You’re doing better, you seem happier and I’m relieved beyond belief. But you still continue to hate me and I don’t know the reason why, hell I haven’t ever known the reason why. I’ve had enough of it.”
“You’ve had enough of me? Finally?”
“No enough of this feud you seem to think we have between one another. Hate me Nesta, but you at least owe me the damn courtesy of telling me why.”
Nesta could feel her heartbeat rattle, her fingers shake with such intensity that she had to close her fists.
“I don’t need to give a reason as to why I can’t stand to look at you.” Nesta moved to turn away but a wall of darkness blocked her way. A wall formed by Feyre.
“Yes you do!” Feyre practically shouted.
Her shout or her feelings may have given Rhysand alarm because the next thing she saw was Rhys winnowing beside Feyre looking worried yet furious. Cassian, who was in Rhys’s office came running out and stopped short on the threshold of the foyer.
Guilt seeped into Nesta, for making her sister agitated while she was pregnant. Why couldn’t she help but strike out? She knew the answer but couldn’t begin to address her fucked up mind.
“We’re fine. You both should go back to the office.”
“Feyre why don’t -“
Feyre interrupted Rhys in a clipped tone.
“No. Nesta and I are having a conversation is all and we need to be alone.”
Rhys and Cassian shared a look and moved to leave but there was the high lords power pulsing around Feyre, probably making sure the shield was in place.
“You had to do everything Feyre, be everything didn’t you? Had to pick up the mantle that our shithole of a father should have been the bearer of”
“He’s dead Nesta, dead because he saved us and you continue to hold that against him? If I can forgive him for leaving us to the wolves then why can’t you?”
“Oh yes, the precious Feyre always wanting daddy’s approval, always being loved.”
“Loved? Loved?!, Nesta I had no one. Not him, not our mother, not you. You at least had her.”
“I did! And I lost her. I was useful to one person, one person who thought I had a purpose and she was gone. Suddenly there was nothing for me to do, something for me to be. But then you had to come in, had to do everything. Take away my purpose. The only thing I could do was take care of Elain, that became my only purpose.”
“What purpose did I take away Nesta? You were free to help us, free to do something but you didn’t.”
“It should have been him doing something! Not you, nor me. I regret that you had to do everything you did for us, i regret that I let you and I hate the fact that what you did makes me feel this way! Your face reminds me of all my wasted potential, of all my failures.”
Feyre had no response, just a silent tear tracking down her face.
“Nesta, what ever happened, I don’t hold it against you. I- I care for you and I understand that -“
Nesta couldn’t help but give out a sad laugh,
“Thats the worst of it though isn’t it? your quick forgiveness, your benevolence. It just makes it worse. For some reason all your actions and all my inactions have resulted in everything that has happened. Difference is , your actions consume me with guilt, consume me with anger and frustration. That, my dear sister is why I can’t stand to be around you.”
Feyre took a step forward with her arm reached out but Nesta scurried back shaking her head. She saw the hurt in her sisters eyes but couldn’t find it in her to care. Not when there was a hollowness consuming her.
“But Nesta, we can work through it together. We can build our relationship anew, we can stand together. You’re my sister.”
“No we can’t Feyre and you just have to make your peace with that.”
This time a wall of darkness did not stop her on the way out, she walked out and tried to breathe in the air, to feel something. Anything.
There was a demand of more mama Feyre and Nyx moments, so here you go! Entire scene was inspired by a scene in “Embers” by Suzanne Wright.
Cuffed who now?
Feyre had spent a few hours with Nyx- bathing him, dressing him, and then feeding him a slightly early lunch … after which she needed to change him again, since he’d gotten puree all over himself.
Shortly after that, Cassian and Azriel arrived, just as she’d arranged.
In the living room, Cassian took Nyx in his arms. “Wipe that anxiety off your face, he’ll be fine here with me.”
She gave a smile. “I won’t be gone long.” She pressed a long, noisy kiss to Nyx’s cheek and then waved. “Bye. Be good for Uncle Cass.” He didn’t wave back. His little face scrunched up in a way that made Azriel chuckle.
Feyre turned and followed Azriel out of the room, down the hallway, and—
Something yanked her wrist, making her stumble backwards so fast she lost her footing. Landing awkwardly on her ass on the hallway floor, she hissed.
Azriel blinked down at her. “Damn, you okay?”
“No, I’m not,” she clipped, scrambling to stand up. She spun, scanning the hallway, her heart pounding. Surely no one had managed to get inside. Not with the amount of security measures in place. “Something just grabbed me.”
“Grabbed you?” echoed Azriel, muscles bunching.
At that moment, Cassian came striding toward them with Nyx still in his arms. “What’s the hold up? And why are you rubbing your butt?”
“What’s that?” asked Azriel.
Her head whipped to face him. “What? What do you see?” He was looking at her wrist.
Gently, Azriel lifted her hand to study it. “What is that?”
“What’s what?” Because she didn’t see anything. But then he angled her hand a certain way so that the sunlight shone right on it … and she frowned. “What is that?” It looked like a translucent string was wrapped around her wrist. She touched it, half-expecting not to feel anything. But it was like she’d skimmed her fingertip over metal. “No, seriously, what is that?”
Azriel released her and stepped back. “Try leaving.”
Moving more slowly this time, she stepped outside. No problem.
And then she was pulled backwards again. No, not pulled, she realized. It was more like she was straining against a leash.
Stomping back into the foyer, she shut the front door. “Is this supposed to be a cuff or something?”
Rubbing his jaw, Azriel replied, “I think so.”
Cassian stepped forward to get a good look at her wrist. “The question is … what are you cuffed to?”
“Or who are you cuffed to?” Azriel made a speculative noise and then turned to Nyx, who was chewing on his thumb while studying the pretty, freshly cut flowers courtesy of Elain on the table. “Let’s take a look at those wrists, little man.”
Feyre snickered. “You can’t think he did it, Azriel, he’s just a—oh, holy Cauldron.” She felt the blood drain from her face. On his little wrist was a thin cuff identical to hers. Holding his chubby hand, she touched the cuff. Cold metal. “Nyx,” she drawled, pointing at her own cuff. “Take it off.” He didn’t; he tried reaching for her hair instead. She gave him her stern, “I mean business” look, and he mimicked her perfectly.
she pursed her lips. “So the cuffs don’t have any links?”
“No,” Azriel replied. “I’d say the only thing linking them is power.”
“Meaning they’re psychic constructs.” Feyre shook her head at Nyx, but he was too busy twisting Cassians nose to even notice her look of reprimand.
“I don’t think he meant to shackle you to him,” said Cassian, eyes dancing with humor. “I think he just doesn’t want you to leave him. Couple that with all the power that lives in him and, well, this was the result.”
Thrusting her hand into her hair, Feyre blew out a breath.
Rhys, our son has cuffed me to him. And no, I’m not kidding.
I don’t know. But we’re both wearing thin, barely visible cuffs that feel like metal. I can’t move far from Nyx without being yanked back toward him.
She had the impression of pure male amusement and even a hint of pride.
Apparently, he doesn’t want to be left behind
Her lips thinned. How can you find this amusing?
If our positions were reversed, you’d be laughing your pretty little ass off.
At this point, I think everyone knows that I absolutely love all the characters in ACOTAR. I adore them and just want them happy, and thus I’ve maintained free of the toxicity. There is no side to be on. We love these characters and we just want the best for them.
Nesta’s healing journey was absolutely marvellous. I love Nesta and I love how she came into her own in ACOSF. That being said, I cannot find it in me to accept the anti feyre and rhysand slander. All three of these characters are brilliant and the way their stories are intertwined is beautiful, tragic and heartbreaking at times but yet completely beautiful.
Feyre stood for her sister, decided to do whatever it took to make sure Nesta was okay. She did all this knowing that Nesta at that point hated her. The conversation Feyre had with Cassian at the training ring speaks volumes. “She doesnt hate you Cass” , “I know what it looks like and she does not hate you”. Feyre thinks her sister hates her and guess what, she still goes above and beyond to make sure Nesta is okay. SO NO ANTI FEYRE SLANDER pls.
Rhys? This man has seen his mates sister threaten her and push her into dangerous situations. He had to see Feyre hurt, had to see the preference Nesta showed to Elain. Before feyre announced she was pregnant, Nesta asked Feyre to go find the objects instead of herself or Elain. It got so bad that even Cass didn’t know if Nesta would attack Feyre or not (and he was the one who always believed the good in her). When her own mate cant sense that, you think Rhys won’t question his mates safety around Nesta? Especially when everyone knows Feyre wont strike back? A fae male who is extremely protective of his mate and child. A male who hates to see his mate hurt and taken advantage of? A male who gave Nesta multiple olive branches still? His agitation, his annoyance was justified. If I saw my husbands sister treating him like shit, I wouldn’t respect his sister. Even so, knowing how important Nesta was to Feyre, HE was the one who came up with the idea of how to help Nesta heal.
So no Feysand slander here folks.
We’re glad and happy that the sisters healed, that they finally told eachother that they loved one another. We’re glad and happy that now Rhys and Nesta share a bond, that he not only respects her but is grateful to her and she feels the same for him.
Excerpt from “Fall” by Kristen Callihan but I made it a ACOTAR-TOG crossover 🤷🏻♀️
Here is Aelin meeting Rhysand and Baby Nyx for the first time
I’m still practicing my look of cool composure when I open the front door. It abruptly fades as I come face to face with what is arguably the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. He stands on the threshold, impeccably dressed in a fine gray suit, his ink-black hair gleaming in the hall light, violet eyes sharp with focus. I swear I go a little weak-kneed at the sight. But that’s not what makes me utter a gasp of true delight.
Another set of brilliant blue eyes has me enthralled. I fall a little in love just then.
Because the infant cozily tucked in the chest carrier the man wears is the cutest baby I’ve ever seen. The little guy clearly knows it and gives me a gummy smile while waving his chubby fist.
“Oh, my god. Be still my heart.”
The man in the suit doesn’t change his expression, but something that looks a lot like beaming pride fills his eyes and makes him suddenly seem human. He puts a protective hand upon the baby’s stomach. And there goes my ovaries. I can feel them bursting into flames as a happy sigh escapes me.