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nikethestatue · 16 days ago
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Feyre, Rhys and Nyx
Art: madschofield via Instagram
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imakeangelscry · 2 months ago
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Some wholesome daddy Rhys content to bless your feed today!
- art by me :)
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livlochan · a month ago
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𝘈𝘴 𝘙𝘩𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.
I swear, I keep working on a full Feysand & Nyx piece but ironically keep getting sidetracked by pieces of them individually or in pairs…needless to say, a Feyre & Nyx one is on the way 😅
References were used for this work.
(Art by me. Please do not repost elsewhere.)
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highladyofdawn · 4 months ago
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feyre archeron : a moodboard
I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.
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rhysands-rightknee · 4 months ago
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Feyre Archeron by @joannahadzhieva.art
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rhysand-vs-fenrys · 5 months ago
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I cannot decide if Azriel was just a shit chaperone, if he was shipping Nessian, if he did it on purpose so no one would ask him to babysit Nyx, if he did it as part of a convoluted plan to have Cassian so sex-tired he loses the Snowball War, or if it’s a combination of all four...
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livlochan · a month ago
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𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Little headcanon to go with this: Nyx’s baby clothes are also made by Rhys’ mother.
Reference used: https://pin.it/4nSq7Fh
(Art by me. Kindly do not repost elsewhere.)
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kayla-2 · 2 months ago
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Anyways... back to the one woman who will never disappoint me
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Credit: axisnebular (twitter)
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maaslove · 4 months ago
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I don’t know if anyone noticed but Kallias and Vivianne are pregnant too. Nyx and their child are actually the same age
- I mean, imagine their daughter being mated to Nyx, I’m down for that
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dreaminginvelaris · 2 months ago
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feyre going into bad bitch mode when rhysand was shot with arrows and taken is literally what keeps me alive. this baddie is so in love with him that she pushed all her doubt and fear aside to get her mans back. now, this is a bad bitch.
but wait imagine how feral feyre would go if something happened to nyx. like we all know rhys would go ballistic but feyre, the mother, i truly believe she would do anything, become anything to get nyx back and bad bitch mama feyre is something i need to see asap.
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f-cursebreaker · 4 months ago
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NYX HEADCANONS
  When Rhys comes back to home after a long day he kisses both Feyre and her bump and tell them about his day.
 He loves Rhys’s singing to him when he wakes up at night Rhys immediately cuddles and sings him lullabies.
He is like all IC’s son everyone is very fond of him and they act overprotective over him.
When Rhys is away from home Feyre leaves her mental shields down and lets Rhys watch Nyx and Feyre spending time together.
When Nyx grew older Rhys and Feyre hold his both hands and teach him to fly and they love fly together at the night sky.
Feyre teaches him to draw and Nyx’s really talented even more than Feyre so they start hanging his drawings on the walls.
He adores Helion’s pegasuses and begs his parents to get him one.
Rhys and Amren try to teach him Prythian and Night Court history but he is more interested in fighting so whenever he finds spare time he runs away to Cassian for more training.
He is very powerful he has both his parents’s powers. He loves playing with darkness and misting things. Rhys regrets teaching him this when Nyx mists his all toys because he is bored.
When he grows up Nesta and Mor teach him to dance.
He loves listening Rhys and Azriel’s conversations about universe.
He takes flirting advices from Mor and Cassian.
He is very good at fighting and Cassian and Azriel really proud of him.
When he grows up he attends annual snowball fight and some years he teams up with Azriel and they always win.
Nyx and Viviane and Kallias’s son best friends and they love being naughty. And they make their own snowball fights.
He tries to learn cooking from Elain but he always fails and burns something.
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kayla-2 · 26 days ago
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✨Feyre’s Boys✨
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All of the Nyx and Feysand art that’s been coming makes me so emotional because Feyre has a family now. She fought so hard for years and now she’s just living her best life.
Credit: ‪Madschofield‬ (twitter)
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intrxpide13 · 2 months ago
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*approaches the mic* *clears throat* "if Nesta Archeron was a man she would not be as heavily disliked"
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emilia3546 · 12 days ago
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Wingbeats - Nessian
Written for Nessian Month using prompt: Babysitting Nyx
Babies are a handful anyway, let alone when they start to learn to use their wings, but at least Nesta is used to looking after Illyrian babies.
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Cassian tossed his head back, laughing loud enough to raise the dead, and Nesta glared at him,
"You could be helpful," she clipped, gasping when Nyx tumbled from her arms again, his little wings beating furiously as he fell, squealing in delight when Nesta scooped him out of the air,
"But you're doing so well," Cassian laughed, "Welcome to the world of Illyrian babies,"
"I'm familiar with the world of Illyrian babies," she looked pointedly across at him, "But I've changed my mind," Nesta bit back a curse when her nephew wriggled again, "I don't want one, another one," Cassian raised an eyebrow and she couldn't even keep a straight face, "Once this one is a bit more grown up, I don't think anyone could cope with him and however mischievous your child will be,"
"Oh no, you don't get to blame everything our future child does wrong on me,"
"Who else is she going to get it from?"
"I see to recall you being up for a good number of mischievous activities," Cassian raised an eyebrow, and Nesta flushed, grateful that Feyre wasn't around to hear that joke within Nyx's earshot, even if he wouldn't understand it just yet.
"Only under your bad influence," Nesta retorted, but conceded the point, he was right after all, but she turned her attention back to the wriggling infant in her arms, "Nyxie," she crooned, and he tilted his head back, leaning half out of her arms, "You want to play a game?" He might not have mastered words yet, but Cauldron did that child have an 'up to mischief' look, and he was giving it to her right now, "Go and get uncle Cassian," she set Nyx on the ground, giggling when he started to crawl for her mate, flapping his wings to move faster, occasionally managing to lift just off the ground. Cassian dropped to the floor, scooping Nyx up when he reached him, and flopped onto his back, letting Nyx squeal with joy, sitting up on his chest and grabbing at his hands when he reached for him. Cassian shifted underneath him, and Nyx laughed, more of a squeal than anything but a laugh nonetheless, Nesta sank into a chair, relieved to see Cassian allowing Nyx to 'fight' him and win, flopping onto the floor,
"Nesta! I've been defeated!"
"Such a mighty warrior," she crooned, half talking to each of them, but she did take Nyx from Cassian's lap, setting him down in her own, a children's book appearing beside her, "Story?" Nyx fixed her with those bright blue shining eyes, and gurgled,
"Story," he repeated, and Nesta immediately looked across to Cassian,
"Was that him?"
"Story," Nyx repeated, a little more insistent this time, and Nesta gaped at him, suddenly worrying how she was going to tell Feyre that she'd missed her son's first word,
"Has he done that before?"
"No. They're going to be upset they missed it," Cassian said, crossing to room to perch on the arm of Nesta's chair, "C'mon, let's read this little warrior a story,"
"Story," Nyx mumbled again, snuggling into Nesta's side when she started to read from the book, sighing when Nyx's eyes fluttered shut, not realizing the story was about his own parents, albeit a watered down version, but she kissed the top of his head as he slept, not daring to move for fear of waking him. Cassian pressed a kiss to her cheek,
"Now just imagine he's ours,"
"We're going to have a daughter,"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. I just have a sort of feeling that we'll have a girl, maybe a boy later,"
"You want two?"
"I don't know, we'll see how one goes, I might swear off children forever, especially if the first one takes too much after me, they'll be far too much of a handful to consider a second one," Cassian snorted at that,
"You're not too much of a handful,"
"I would be if I was five,"
"Perhaps, but then you can just get me to take them for a day or two, or as many as you need, I'll be here anyway, you know you don't have to do it alone, we can just call in all the babysitting days Feyre and Rhys owe us if we need to escape." Nesta chuckled at that, rocking Nyx from side to side as he yawned and grasped at her hair in his sleep, "Besides," he laughed, "You really want them to take after me?" Nesta looked over in his direction,
"Our children are going to be a handful anyway," she admitted, "But I do think we're going to have a daughter first,"
"And she'll probably follow Nyx around as soon as she can, especially if he's only a bit older than her,"
"And she'll have you wrapped around her finger from the moment she's born,"
"She'll end up being a genius at sneaking out, or sneaking others in with you protecting her, all the boys will be too scared to go near her,"
"Then she'll just have to make the first move," Nesta laughed, "Or date females, slim pickings for decent males, she'll be lucky to find one,"
"Like you did?"
"More or less," Nesta shrugged, laughing at Cassian's false hurt,
"My own mate! I thought you loved me!"
"Being dramatic again are we, brother?"
"Rhysie!" Cassian practically tackled him when he entered the room, with Feyre right on his heels, darting to the side to avoid getting squashed,
"How was he?"
"Trying to fly away," Nesta chuckled, "He didn't get very far, but he was angel once we sat him down for a story, your story actually, and, uh,"
"Is he okay?" Nesta waved a hand at the panic in her sister's eyes,
"What? Oh he's fine, it's just, he spoke, I feel bad for being the ones to see it,"
"He spoke?" Rhys' head shot up at that and he twisted out of Cassian's hold to cross to where Nesta was still holding his sleeping son,
"What did he say?"
"I asked if he wanted a story, he usually just nods and stops wriggling, but this time he repeated it, 'story', and then again when I didn't immediately start reading, very demanding your son, you know," Feyre chuckled, lifting Nyx into her arms, and laughing when he grabbed onto her,
"He's a dreamer, Rhys."
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highladyofprythian · 7 days ago
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i can just see nyx being so protective of feyre like rhys slaps feyre’s ass when he’s walking behind her in the study or something and nyx throws a full tantrum about this because:
1) mum wasn’t paying attention to him
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2) you put hands on mum? death! death for dad!
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azrielsbaby · 3 months ago
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headcanon that feyre tells Nyx she loves him everyday from the wee age of a baby to when he's grown up too so that he never lives a day without knowing he truly is loved. something feyre never got from her own parents.
she'll probably try to embarrass him in front of his friends by saying it to him by babying him but Nyx would start cooing at her too.
and when there are days she's away from Nyx, she'll leave notes for him to find saying how much she loves him or what she loves about him. of course Nyx loves it so much he keeps all the notes safely in a box.
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daisybrekker · 10 days ago
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The moment all Feysand stans panicked
Feyre was dying. The babe was dying. And Rhys would die with them.
Rhys said to his mate, “Feyre darling—”
“No good-byes,” Feyre panted. “No good-byes, Rhys.”
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