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stargazingfordreams · 1 year

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The stars that missed The Sun

Nyx x Reader

Warning- arrange marriage, cute stuff.

A/N- Hey guys I'm sorry this took so long I had to rewrite this a few times. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter but I hope you guys like this

Part one, Part two

Chapter three

Over the last few weeks, Nyx has been amazing, kind, and patient. I couldn’t even repay him in a hundred years. So then, what are we waiting for? Every night I would go to my bed, and he would go to his. There was something in me that I couldn’t quite place, something that always found its way back, that feeling of not knowing if he was even interested in me at all, and maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was only interested in this marriage to be a friendship, and when the time came, I would give him heirs. Would he have a mistress to satisfy him, and would I have mine? I couldn’t get a read on him or his feelings. I couldn't even understand what I felt, but the thought of Nyx having a mistress made me nauseous and unsettled.

Nyx’s family had their monthly dinner tonight. All of us gathered at the river house. I was getting out of the tub and into my bedroom to get ready for the evening, where I saw a dress laid out for me with a note.

Since you loved Abrail’s dresses so much, I had her make you more. I thought this one would be perfect for dinner. -Nyx,

I smiled. I put my dress and jewelry on and couldn’t wait to show him; I didn’t think to knock on his door, so I walked right in.

“This dress is-” I hadn’t even made it through the door frame. I stopped every thought because of the sight in front of me. He had just gotten out of the bath with only his underwear on. He was in the middle of putting his pants on. I watched as he slipped them on and bottomed them. My eyes made their way up from his torso to his tattooed chest and, finally, met his eyes and smile that held too much amusement.

“It’s not polite to stare, you know,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head and found his jacket.

“I… I… I just wanted to say thank you,” I stumbled over the words.

“For the dress or the sneak peek,” he smirked at me.

“We are going to be late,” I tried to change the subject. But, instead, he raised an eyebrow, and I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to school my face into something neutral.

He had finished putting his shoes on and walking up to me as if sizing me up for a fight. He leaned against the doorframe a mere inch away from me.

“Don’t look at me like that firefly” he leaned in close as if to kiss me.

“Like what?” my voice barely came out as a whisper.

“As if you want me” He knew the effect he was having on me, and he didn’t care; I didn’t care all I knew was that I became all too aware of my body. I stayed silent.

“Well, do you?” he asked, still close to me.

“Do I what?” I wasn’t even sure I was speaking.

“Want me?” he said. I wanted to lean in and kiss those lips once again to taste them. His lips brushed past mine, just a small graze.

“But you’re right, we will be late” he changed his tone and smiled in my direction, moving around me to leave his room. I stood there in shock, not knowing what to do.

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We had winnowed into his parent’s home. I moved from his arms. After what happened to be that close to him wouldn’t be a good idea, especially with his parents in the other room. I looked around the foyer that we had landed in. I hadn’t been to his parent’s home before. The front entrance opens to a grand hall with winding staircases to the upper levels of the house. Everything was so beautiful in the way it was decorated. A family portrait of everyone hung there. My brother was even in it, and then another of just the High lord, High lady, and their kids, but there were small paintings in frames on the entry table. One stuck out to me, though. It was a baby boy sitting on a deep blue blanket with a head raven black hair and blue eyes with the chunkiest of smiles that was nothing but gums.

“Is this you?” I asked Nyx. as I picked up the photo to take a better look.

“You were so chunky. Oh my gods, look at those rolls,” I gleamed as he chuckled beside me.

“He was the greediest of my children, which would explain those cheeks,” The voice came from behind me. I turned to see High lady Feyre and High lord Rhysand approaching us.

“I’m afraid not much has changed. You should see how much he eats for breakfast alone,” I joke. He smiled down at me, pulling me to his side. Rhysand had looked at me with a puzzled look, then back at his son, who only nodded—nodded at what? Were they having a conversion within their minds? Feyre looked at Rhysand once again. Her eyes widened, but she composed herself as if trying not to give away her excitement. I looked up at Nyx. to see if I could read his face but nothing.

“Are we going to eat or what? I’m starving over here” Cassian entered and broke up whatever was happening. Feyre chuckled, and Rhysand shook his head.

“I would hurry. Morrigan has already started on the wine.”Amren made her way over and looked me up and down. I didn’t flinch under her gaze as she looked back at Nyx and me.

“Well, come along between Cassian and Mor. If we don’t hurry, there won’t be any food or wine left for the rest of us.” Rhysand led us into the dining room; I sat across from Nyx on the couches, who gave me a flirtatious smirk. My thoughts drifted, and I thought about his lips again and the sight of his body and what I wanted to do with it. I shift in my seat carefully and calm my body in this room full of fae before they catch wind of desire through my smell and thoughts.

Don’t worry, firefly. Only I can hear your naughty thoughts. I made sure of it. He was having a conversation with Nesta, who was next to him. While I was still standing by the window. You couldn’t even tell that he was in my mind. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, but I wouldn’t let him see that I was affected by him again, so I kept my tone as unbothered as possible.

That is the first time tonight that you have been a gentleman.

You are right that I was rude to leave things like I’m sorry earlier. How would you like me to make it up to you?

A smile made its way to my lips as the perfect opportunity came.

I can think of a few ways. So that’s what I did; I imagined me and Nyx intertwined with nothing between us, his lips on my skin trailing kisses down my neck to my breasts as he moved lower and lower.

That’s cruel of you, firefly. His tone in my mind grew dark. I was pleased with myself, smiling as I picked up and drank from my glass. Nyx’s presence left my mind. That’s when his siblings and cousins came in.

“There’s my new sister,” A girl with blonde hair and Violet eyes embraced me in a soul-crushing hug.

“You’re about to break your new sister Astrid,” another girl said; she had dark brown hair and steel blue eyes.

“Welcome to the Family. I know we haven’t spoken since the wedding, but a certain future high lord has had all of us running ragged with missions since then,” Astrid, Nyx’s sister, spoke while she held annoyance in her tone. Nyx paid her no mind but gave her a simple hand wave.

“I’m sure you remember Lyra,” she gestures to the beautiful woman beside her. She towered over me, and though she looked intimidating, she waved me a friendly smile, making her look even more attractive. I had to remind myself that I am a married woman now.

“Yes, of course. It’s good to see you again.”

“Likewise,” Lyra said to me as she nodded. She looked so much like her mother. It was scary.

“Where are the rest of you?” Feyre asked.

“They’re coming, mother; you know you can’t trust those boys to be on time for anything” Astrid looped her arm in mine and closed her hand around my fingers. Not long after, the rest of the inner circle children, along with Azriel, Gwyn, Luicen, and Elain, showed up.

“Great, now that everyone is here, we can finally eat,” Rhysand said, and we all made our way to our seats and began to eat. Conversation flowed throughout dinner. Whenever I tried to speak to Lucien, he would brush off what I asked or not answer. It started to get to me that I was trying so hard to talk to him, and he couldn’t even bother.

“Your dress looks lovely dear. Where did you get it from?” The question had come from Elain, and it had taken me aback only because her mate, my brother, had seemed determined to avoid me for the evening.

“Oh, there is a shop by the bridge. The owner Abrail makes amazing dresses. I can take you there one day if you're not busy?” I said to her,

“Elain always has time to shop,” Nesta teased jokingly with her sister. It reminded me of how I was with mine. A homesick feeling washed over me, causing me to grow distant. My family, I had almost forgotten how much I missed them and my home. My early morning rides on my pegasus, my sisters at dinner, and my father. How could I have forgotten them? How could I have forgotten my oldest sister, who was no longer here? I’m enjoying the life she would have had with Nyx. I must have been quiet for too long because when I looked up, I saw Nyx looking at me with worry.

Are you alright? I didn’t answer him though

“Sorry, would you all excuse me” I stood up and left before anyone had the chance, To say anything.

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asp1diske-art · 1 month

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lunacid ocs

the squad

Iste belongs to me

Enrya belongs to @cayala-xiii

Acheron belongs to @tiredseapotato

Snail!!! belongs to @favorite-lie

(Script for all comics under cut)

comic 1

Poof

Enrya: (A cloak? From the sky? What...?) Iste: damn, higher than i thought. Iste: hey. did you see my hand anywhere?

meme

Iste: is for me? uwu (lmao only one hand) Acheron: (NO)

comic 2

‘The door will open only when the two people in the room get along with each other’ Snail!!!: WHAT IS THIS??? Iste: damn. Snail!!!: WHAT DID YOU DO!!! Iste: i didn’t do anything. i didn’t ask to be trapped here either.

2 hours later Iste: listen. let’s just get out of here. you don’t want to be stuck here with me, and i have things to do. Snail!!!: …FINE. Iste: so. get along. Iste: sounds like a you problem lol. i have no grudge against you. Snail!!!: IF YOU WEREN’T AN INSUFFERABLE BEING I WOULDN’T DISLIKE YOU EITHER. Iste: getting no where~

Snail!!!: (seething) Iste: hmm. Iste: i have an idea. Snail!!!: WHAT. Iste: the sign says two people. Snail!!!: SO? Iste: if there were only one person in the room, the prerequisite wouldn’t be met. rendering whatever spell binding this room useless.

Snail!!!: WHAT… ARE YOU SAYING. Iste: i’m saying that this is your chance. go on. kill me. Snail!!!: ! Iste: why hesitate? i thought you hated me.

Snail!!!: …I DON’T WANT TO KILL YOU. Iste: ooh. Snail!!!: I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. Iste: aah. Iste: well, any better ideas? Snail!!!: I COULD BREAK THROUGH THE WALLS. OR DIG A HOLE OUT. Iste: you’ve been doing that for the last two hours. and you’re still here. Snail!!!: …

Iste: heh. for someone at your lvl and exp, you are so obsessed with keeping your hands clean. Iste: fine, i’ll take blame for this one. Iste: though, would that truly free you from it?

Oh Snail!!!, hello! We were looking for you. Are you all right?

comic 3

Tarnished Incense Burner A tarnished brass incense burner on a stick, worn from years of beloved use. When shaken, it emits a corrosive black smoke that targets the nearest enemy or item. If 1 minute passes with nothing to attack, the smoke returns to the burner with all the loot it collected.

Iste: I found some berries. Friend: Oh! Friend: Thank you. We will eat well today. Mother will be pleased. You should get some rest, friend.

(ring-) Mercenary: So this is the artifact the king wanted? Doesn't seem very special.

Iste: (Friend name)? (Friend name)? Iste: oh. Iste: ...oh.

#lunacid #moonvein burrows #iste #enrya #acheron #snail!!!#my ocs #others ocs #my art #long post #comic

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nullshocked · 3 months

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nirvanafanboys.png

Tumblr makes my art look crunchy.

#scribbles #oc: jack rye #c: virgil acheron #stealing ocs and forcing them into grunge clothes bc lol #dark urge multiverse polycule

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stasyacheese · 1 month

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smth

#twsited wonderland #original character #twst #twisted oc #rollo flamm #acheron #boothill #honkai star rail #sketch

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warmjune420 · 1 month

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today's sketches

#sketch #hsr #honkai star rail #oc #oc art #acheron #black swan

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finleycannotdraw · 2 months

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woe! more oc art be upon ye

kieran, this is what you get for sticking your tongue in the mouth of a creature that only eats fish 💀

click for better quality cause tumblr has a bad habit of compressing my images :(

would anyone be interested in reading the short(ish) story I'm writing about these guys once it's done?👀

#casimir acheron ronchenton rontechelli #kieran torsney #casimir x kieran #casieran #the uncaring moon #oc art #my ocs #art #digital art #original character #finley cannot draw

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erubadhriell · 5 months

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All my BG3 characters

Kassim - Drow / Warlock / Paladin / Charlatan (Main)

Phaere - Drow / Sorceress / Warlock / Durge

Balder - Half-orc / Monk / Rogue / Durge

Raath - Githyanki / Cleric / Wizard / Acolyte

Yvella - Wood elf / Ranger / Rogue /Outlander

Acheron - Tiefling / Bard / Criminal

Cillian - Drow / Warrior / Wizard / Sage

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green-ville · 5 months

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Remnant

Synopsis: She was going to die. The blade was to her throat. The identical spots where her wings were freshly stolen from bled profusely. The pain was sharp, paralyzing. It didn’t help the fear that crippled her the rest of the way, stealing even the breath from her.

Death never came.

Roslyn woke in a foreign land, with foreign kings and queens, and foreign problems that she wound up in. She watched the downfall of a great nation, she helped save that nation with the woman named Aelin, she had a child. She had moved on. There was nothing else to do, she didn’t know how she ended up there or how to get back to what she once considered home.

Until she wakes up, and she’s there again.

She had moved on. Old memories resurface. Feelings that she suppressed but never got over boiled to the surface. Revenge screamed in her mind, and Roslyn went after it.

In her pursuit, she made her gravest mistake of all.

When Rhysand found out his sister was alive, he sent his greatest hunter after her. It was only a matter of time before they reunited, and Roslyn had buried that part of her hundreds of years ago. She wasn't ready to reawaken those parts of her.

The quiet night was indiscernible from every other quiet night. The shops were closed, their insides dark. The two inns were louder, lights bright and exuding an orange warmth to combat the deep blue and violet atmosphere. Laughter and chatting and music emitted, but that was put to shame by Rita’s.

The cobblestone path carried it all, and yet there was no other way to describe the night than quiet. A million stars lighting the sky, mountains lining the distance and simultaneously closing them in, while expanding the world beyond comprehension.

Tall, daunting, dark, and beautiful and gentle all the same.

Fae light lined the streets, turning the odd dark alley into something visible. Not enough to hide the figures that lurked in the darkest shadows, however.

A man of considerable height blocked the view of the more lieth figure. He had two hands on the wall, the act intimate and personal and not appropriate for such a public spot. Especially when Rita’s was so close.

There was nothing intimate about what was being done though.

The man’s lips slid from the woman’s neck as he collapsed to the ground, bleeding from a stab to the side of his neck. Blood pulsed out, soon drenching his right wing and staining the stone ground.

And the woman calmly, with a dead gaze, wiped her bloody dagger on a black cloth she had tied to her waist. She sheathed the blade, and with the grace of a dancer, she stepped over the man and left him to choke on the ground, body shaking softly as the last bit of life ran away from him, laughing in crazed glee.

Reentering the world, she walked confidently and silently. Her midnight black hair swayed, her poofy pants that were synched at her waist and ankles moved like the gentle roll of a wave. Dual daggers, blades slender and well cared for, were strapped to her waist, but hidden by additional fabric of her slacks. It was a subtle alcove, a thin piece of fabric that made it seem like she was wearing a skirt from the back, but clearly not from the front. The wrap finished at her waist, providing that little hiding spot for her daggers in the process.

Everything about her commanded attention, but she hid from it, clinging to the shadows and evading all points where she could be spotted. There was no one on the street, but she took the precaution anyway.

It got her to a certain point, at the least. She didn’t hear him because he couldn’t be heard, not when he prowled through the shadows like he was born from them. There was truth to that even if it was a guess.

He emerged, and she felt the shift, the presence. She whirled, and he was right behind her, a hulking figure.

“You killed. . .”

He had a nice voice, deep and rich. It could’ve read anyone to sleep. Unfortunately, her suspicions were correct. He knew what she had done.

She had no quarrels against killing him. While he might not have been on her list, resentment burned hot. He had wings. He wore Illyrian leathers.

To her? There was no greater a crime.

The slink of her blades withdrawing cut through the night, and she aimed straight for his neck. He caught her wrist and she jabbed with her other dagger -he caught her second wrist, still staring down at her with hazel eyes. His grip was strong, preventing her movement, but it wasn’t harsh. It wasn’t bruising, not nearly enough to do damage.

“Who are you?”

She snarled, and brought her knee up. His eyes widened at the contact and his grip tightened on her, not letting go. He was bending slightly though, and that she could use. She kicked the side of his knee quickly after she kneed him, his leg went out, bending under her will. She stepped on his thigh, other leg wrapping onto his shoulder. His grip on her broke and she wrapper her legs around his head. Her daggers came up, prepared to end the man, when she was grabbed.

She processed it too late. The heavy flapping of wings as his partner swooped down from above. He grabbed her, quicker than a snake, and overpowered her with ease. She was yanked off of the hazel eyed man, preventing his death for now.

She was flown off, feet unable to reach the ground. She kicked, shouting as her daggers were rendered useless with the hold. She crunched up, pulling on the man that carried her, and she kicked him in the gut, which, while also protected by leathers, did its job. Simultaneously breaking his hold on her and dropping her to the ground.

She flipped the rest of the way, landing cat like in a squat, one hand on the ground, blade pressed down and reflecting the moonlight.

The Illyrian guard dropped down, wings flaring and her glare deepened, shifting her stance to keep both guards in her view. The second one joined, as quiet as a mouse.

“You killed a soldier. A crime punishable by death,” the one that grabbed her accused.

“Prove it.”

“The man is dead, and you were running.”

“No I wasn’t. I was headed home.”

“You were slinking in the shadows.”

“I’m a woman, it’s the only safe way to get home without being grabbed,” she snarled.

The hazel eyed man narrowed his gaze, anger burning.

The other man piqued his brow instead. “Velaris is one of the safest cities on the continent.”

“No it’s not, a man’s just died. As guards, you should go look into it.”

“Did he try to touch you?” The hazel eyed man asked softly.

“What does it matter to you?” She snapped.

“As guards,” he took her own words, “we have to look into that man’s death. So I ask again, did he touch you?”

She didn’t like how he said it, like he cared, how he kept such heavy eye contact, like he wanted honesty and could snuff out a lie from a mile away. It was all a façade and she refused to allow it to be used against her.

She needed an escape, and there was only one escape where they couldn’t track her.

“Azriel! Cass!” A woman shouted, and that changed everything.

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, recognition flaring. Azriel caught it, as if he had been waiting for it, or questioning himself if his own thoughts were true. He stepped forward, “You are–“

Darkness consumed her, she heard a distant shout, but it was already too late.

She was gone, reappearing in an alley not too different from the one she originally left, but with a greater treasure hidden away.

“Margareet, quickly,” the woman called, darkness still swirling at her feet. At her command, the still scene broke and a figure raced forward.

Short, fast, cutting to the bake of the alley. Her body was hidden by a large cloak, and from that glimpse alone, Margareet was a picture of disfigurement. Her back had to have been mangled somehow, there was no other reason for such a misshapen figure.

Margareet threw her arms around the woman’s middle, and they were gone, leaving Velaris behind once and for all.

They reappeared in a cave far, far away. Moonlight reached several feet in but stopped short of them.

Margareet stepped back, pulling off her hood and revealing the spry face of a young girl with a spark to her gaze and a matching one to her step.

“Did you do it mom? Did you get him?”

“I got him love,” she smiled softly, caressing her daughters face. “Now, we go wherever,” she promised. “Wherever your heart desires, it shall be yours.”

“I don’t know this world. . .I want to go home.”

“And when I figure out how to get home, it shall be. But for now, I think I might know a place you like.”

“Where?” She asked, removing her cloak.

She wasn’t disfigured at all. She had wings. The little girl had wings.

“You’ll see,” her mother grinned. “But for now, we head west. Show me how good your flying has gotten, hmm?”

Margareet laughed her excitement, childish glee infectious as she dropped her cloak, ran to the edge of the cave, and leapt out without any fear. Her wings spread out, catching the air, and her mother neared the edge, cloak in hand, and smiled.

The phantom pain of once having her own wings tightened at her back, where the scars raised from her skin. And yet, watching her daughter, she could almost imagine herself flying beside her.

Her heart gripped hard in her chest, old memories she didn’t even know she had resurfacing.

Azriel. Cassian. She knew boys with those names before. Annoying and bothersome, her mother loved them, and worst of all, they were her brothers’ best of friends.

Her brother. She hadn’t thought of him in years. It had been. . .hundreds of years. She didn’t even know what he looked like now.

And she couldn’t do this to him. She couldn’t return after so long. She didn’t know how she left her world, but she had. She had mourned him, he had likely mourned her.

She couldn’t bring about his suffering anymore. He had their mother after all, he wasn’t alone.

Darkness wrapped her in its cold embrace again, and she reappeared on the forest floor, where her daughter swept overhead. “Come now, Margareet,” she called her daughter. They moved at night, only at night. It was the only time her daughter could fly without fear of being hunted and stripped of her freedom, and she’d be damned to eternity in hell before her daughter suffered as she had. “Let’s go.”

“Coming mom!”

“Rhysand!” He heard his name first, and then his brothers landed on the balcony of his study. He was illuminated with Fae light on his desk, papers scattered before him in what appeared to be chaos, but was truly controlled. He knew where everything he needed was.

“So I’ve been called,” Rhys remarked, looking up, wondering why the rush.

“Thyras is dead, killed outside Rita’s,” Cassian informed. “We tracked his killer down. She escaped, but. . .” He trailed off, stuck with hesitancy.

His brow rose. “A woman killed Thyras,” that part wasn’t what surprised him. Thyras was well known to be deficient of knowledge. “You found her, and then you let her get away?”

“She winnowed,” Azriel informed, staring at him. Everything about him quieter than it normally was. Something had happened that he wasn’t yet privy too. Something that they were going to tell him shortly, it seemed. “I don’t know how. . .”

“You don’t know how to winnow, Az? Nonsense, I’ve seen you do it.”

“She had your eyes.”

Rhys’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“She looked familiar, but it can’t be,” Cassian argued, looking like he had been arguing with Azriel the entire way back. “Don’t do this.”

“It was her, she recognized our names.”

“We’re well known! You don’t get called Lord of Bloodshed without people knowing your name!”

“Tell me already!” Rhys snapped, “before I lose my patience!”

“It was your sister,” Azriel said, mind opening, expelling an image so clearly it was a slap to the face for Rhys.

Straight black hair down to her back. Ears pointed and adorned with jewels. Nails long and painted black, enhancing the shape of her slender fingers that confidently wrapped around dual daggers. Face as sharp as her violet gaze and outlined by countless scars. Thin, long, thick. Some raised from her face, others were flat, blending into the background of tan skin.

Even without the eyes. Even without the face.

The daggers.

He had given her those daggers.

Rhys sat back, pale, sick, haunted by memories he fought every day to suppress, and every day they lingered. Always in his mind, never providing him respite.

“It can’t be,” he whispered, hands in his hair.

Distantly, he heard Cassian snap, “I told you. You’ve done this to him for nothing!”

“It’s her,” Rhys said, nodding, eyes wide. Violet eyes as large as the bright full moon.

Cassian blinked, staring at him. “She died, Rhys. Tamlin,” he spat the name, “And his filthy family killed her and sent you the evidence.”

“I gave her those daggers,” Rhys answered quietly. “They’re charmed. They can never leave her.” He looked up, locking on Azriel, heart pounding with fear and confusion and worst of all, hope. “Find her. Find Roslyn. Bring me back my sister.”

Azriel bowed his head. “Before the week is up, my Lord,” and he disappeared into the shadows to begin his hunt.

#azriel #azriel x oc #acotar #rhysand #rhysand sister #cassian #feyre acheron #nesta archeron #nessian #feysand #throne of glass #aelin ashryver galathynius #azriel shadowsinger

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jesterousc · 27 days

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Magical girl oc's ✨✨💕💕

Fumiko Ellis, Charlotte Veil, and Dahlia Fetch! (Stop trying to make it a thing, Gretchen 😒)

#acheron draws #art #artwork #digital art #oc #oc art #original character #original character art #digital artwork #oc artwork #magical girl artwork #magical girl art #magical girl #magical girl oc

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gravedigg · 2 months

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bloodbath

#a quick lil thing cause i felt like playing with color #virgil acheron #durge #the dark urge #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dark urge #bg3 fanart #oc art #ocs #my art

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stargazingfordreams · 1 year

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The Star that missed The Sun

Nyx x Reader

Warning- arrange marriage, cute stuff.

A/N-Hello everyone, I have had this idea stuck in my head ever since I read something on here that gave me this idea, and it hasn't left me alone since then, so I finally just put it in writing, tell me if you guys want a part to cause after I wrote this I just started to get this whole story line going.

Word count- 2.3k

The pulling and tugging of my hair, my face, and my body as various different hand maidans helped me get ready for my wedding. Though it wasn't meant to be mine. After my sister passed, we had no way to bridge the day court and the night court.

Our fathers had long since been friends but wanted to secure our futures from the unknown threats that may be on the horizon. One maiden had pulled my curls just a little too hard.

"Okay, okay, that is enough. I think I need a moment," I said to them, but they looked at each other for a moment. "Please go, all of you," I said, my voice a little more firm this time. When everyone had left, I took deep breaths to slow my pounding heart. The door opened again.

"Please, I just need a moment," I said

"I just wanted to see you once more before You walk down the aisle" I turned to the voice from the door.

"Father," High lord Heilon stood proud in my dressing room. I ran into his arms.

"Are you okay, my little sunspot?" he chuckled into my curly hair. I sniffled

"Yes, of course, it's just my wedding day, you know," my voice wavered.

"And you're scared?" he asked me. I could never hide anything from him.

"Father, the night court, I have heard…rumors about their cruelty" I pulled myself from his arms.

"Do you think I would ever let you be put in harm's way" he held such a soft tone.

"No, of course not. However, I have never met him, and after today I will have to spend the rest of my life with him, and I was not his first choice" I moved from my father's arms. He sighed, and we both moved to sit on the ottoman in my bridal sweet.

"You know I didn't know much about your mother when we married."

"And look at what happened." I held my breath, not meaning for that to come out as it did.

"I have three beautiful daughters," he told me lightly.

"She left to go explore the world and be on her own and stuck you with the three of us," I said

"And raising you girls was the best thing I have done."

"Even me? Your most troubled" I let out a soft chuckle as a tear passed my face. He whipped it gently with a smile as bright as the sun.

"Essentially you, my little sunspot."

There was a knock at the door, and a handmaiden entered.

"My lady, everyone is ready" I looked up at my father like a fawn, but I nodded. My father offered me his arm, and I took it, giving him my best smile.

We walked down the hall to the big doors, and they opened themselves slowly, revealing white Wisteria hanging from the trees that were in the garden; white linen lined the seating, and white petals fell as I walked down the aisle, watching familiar and some not so familiar faces smiling and A priestess with red hair and teal eyes waiting at the end with my future husband.

I reached the end, and it was time for my father to let me go, but I wasn't ready yet. He Gave me a weak smile, a tear brimming in his eye. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I love you, Papa," I whispered in his ear.

"I love you too, Sunspot," He said back. I was sure that those tears had escaped. When I pulled away. He gave me a smile and helped me up to the altar. There was a hand stretched out to me. I looked up and was caught in his blue eyes before I remembered to take his hand. The priestess began the ceremony, and I looked at his chin to look like I was looking at him. I could not afford to get lost in his eyes again, but I felt them on me, and with his smile, I dared to look at them. I saw nothing but admiration. The priestess had said my name.

"I'm sorry, what?" I said to her as I came back to my senses. I heard small chuckles come from the crowd. My cheeks heated with embarrassment. She repeated herself, and it was our turn to repeat her.

"By Sun, Moon, and stars in front of all of these witnesses and the mother herself, I take you to be my Husband" the priestess had wrapped a rope around my forearm around my hand.

"By Sun, Moon, and stars in front of all of these witnesses and the mother herself, I take you to be my wife," Nyx had said back to me.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

The kiss was our first one. He leaned in and placed the most tender of kisses on my lips. It wasn't a kiss you would exchange with someone you didn't know. He kissed me like he didn't want to overwhelm me but also like he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. He kissed me like I was a dream that had been answered. When He pulled away, I was still in a daze, so much so that I almost missed the sound of clapping and cheering. He only smiled and offered me his arms. I took it, and we walked back down the aisle. The flower petals that flowed down this time were. A combination of our colors that signify the unification of our courts.

The reception was lively from both courts, everyone dancing and drinking like they have been doing this for centuries, and they probably have. I was so much younger than everyone here. I felt so out of place. I know that Nyx wanted to be there and join his friends and family in the celebration, but he stayed next to me. I silently hoped that this wouldn't be the basis of our marriage. Me holding him back, or him feeling obligated to stay with me not because he wanted to but because it was his duty.

"You should join them if you would like," I told him. I believe this was the first thing I had said to him, at least outside my vows.

"Do you dance, My lady?" He asked, his voice soft.

"Not if you value the ability to use your feet" The remark slipped out. Though I thought he wouldn't like the sass, would we have our inside joke laugh about nothing, tease and poke fun at one another? Instead, Nyx laughed something so relaxedly.

"I think my feet can handle the bruising" he stood and held out his hand, and I took it. Then, as if he could read my anxious thoughts, he put his arm around my waist and led me to the middle of the dance floor. Held one hand and put the other on my back. The first step was just a little off.

"Ooof, I'm sorry; maybe this was a bad idea," I said, getting ready to pull away, but he grounded me in place.

"Don't worry, it's okay, just relax, let me lead, just follow," he said. This time I let go and let him lead me to the sound of the music. This was the first time I had the courage honestly look at him. His black leather wings were strong enough to carry him in the air, his broad shoulders the way he towered over me, and his devastatingly good looks. He was the most beautiful male I had ever seen.

My dancing could have been better, it wasn't perfect, not by any standard, but I was doing it. I was so focused on Nyx and dancing with him to the best of my ability that I hadn't seen the people who cleared the dance floor to honor this being the first time we danced together. I was so excited at the dance I stepped forward and stepped on his toes. No one noticed, though. Instead, he smiled down at me.

"I see what you mean," he whispered in my ear. Then, he pulled away to spin me slowly and carried me through the rest of the dance…

The night began to whine down, and people began to leave. Fear crept into the pit of my stomach. It was our wedding night, and things would be expected of us. This wouldn't be my first time, but something about being married to him makes this feel so much more important.

"Are we leaving right now, my lord?" I asked him.

"Yes, we are, and if you would like, you can address me by my name."

"Right, I'm sorry, Nyx" I paused for a moment before I continued. "You may also address me by mine unless you prefer to call me My lady."

"Cauldron, no, it would be the waist of a beautiful name."

We said our goodbyes. I hugged my father goodbye. He looked to the corner where my half-brother stood with a longing look of regret while he and his mate chatted. I watched the whole night as my father and brother avoided each other, but it's always been this way since I was born, the two of them never being able to be around each other before harsh words are exchanged. I hope that with my new position in the court, he frequents, we can finally have a relationship and maybe extend it to our father. After my father left, he made his way over.

"Hello dear, You look stunning. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Elaine Nyx's aunt" She embarrassed me with a hug. Stepping away to take a good look at me.

"Sister," Lucien gave me a nod.

"Brother, it's good to see you."

"I suppose congratulations are in order, sister; looks like I have to share the night court with you as well," he said sarcastically with a hint of disdain on his face before giving a quick smile and hurrying along with Elaine. I looked over to Nyx. His eyes are studying me with concern. But I waved it off and continued to say goodbye to our guests.

"Are you ready to go?" Nyx turned to me. I took his hand, and we winnowed into the foyer of his home. I looked around at the cozy setting around us. We landed in a sitting room with a black marble fireplace and worn comfortable chairs with bookshelves built into every wall. I felt the urge to explore it.

"This is my family's townhouse where we will be living, at least for now," he said. I felt calm anxiety wash over me. He led me up the broad oak stairs and approached an ivory door. When we entered the room, it faced a garden in the back of the house that, in the center, had a fountain. The room was white gold and ivory. It looked like Day court, from the gold fabric that lined the soft pillows on my bed and the lounge chair to the ivory comforts and blanket vines hung from the canopy above the bed. It looked like home.

"I had it designed after your court. If you don't like it, feel free to change it," he said

"This is my room?" I asked to take a step into the room.

"Yes, of course, my room is right across the hall in case you need anything." he stepped away. I followed him into his room. The ceiling was the night sky painted with black satin sheets and dark oak wood furniture. He turned to me, looking slightly confused.

"Would you like a drink?" he walked to the corner of his room where he had a small bar cart next to a desk full of papers.

"Yes, a double, please," I said to him as he poured the two glasses giving me the one with the most alcohol. I took the whole shot in one big gulp, scrunching my face, and the burning whisky went down my throat. He chuckled

"Well, I can say that I am impressed," he said as he chuckled. I smiled weakly as I set the glass down. Raising my trembling hands to undo my dress. He approached me, closing his hands around mine, stopping me from undoing my dress.

"I'm sorry. Did you want to do this part?" I asked him though my voice didn't sound as confident as I wanted it to.

"I wasn't expecting us to… we don't have to do this, you know, not if you don't want to" he looked at me more worried than anything.

"But we are husband and wife."

"And you are also trembling" I looked down at his hands still closed around mine.

"Am I not… Do I not appeal to you? I understand if I don't, my father he sometimes-"

"No, No, I enjoy females trust me" he chuckled at my confession, which made my cheek heat.

"Oh," I looked down ashamed, thinking it must be me.

"It's not you either. I would never share your bed against your will."

"But other people will think-"

"I won't take you to bed…not unless you ask for me" He paused before he said the last part smiling at me.

"Thank you" There are many good males, but there are just as many that aren't, and Nyx was a good one. Do you think I would ever let you be put in harm's way? I understood now that my father trusted High lord Rhysand and his family more than I thought. He knew that I would never be in harm's way here.

"I think maybe tomorrow we can get to know each other better. Would you like to join me for breakfast in the morning?" he asked.

"That would be lovely."

"I should get some sleep. I have a long day ahead of me" I gave a slight nod,

"Goodnight, Nyx"

"Goodnight, starshine" I headed to my room and looked around again at my new surroundings.

My room

My home

My Court.

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