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gwynrielendgame · 3 years

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Sad nessian part 3

Nyx pov

This is not a super popular fanfic of mine but I had this written (truly it is not edited) but I hate leaving anyone hanging so this is for you! @haepaw

Nyx loved pissing off his father. Even at the young age of 137 (young in fae years) Nyx found any excuse to disobey his father, including participating in underground fighting rings. He wouldn't lie, he also liked the boost to his ego his undefeated title gave him, but mostly he did it because his father told him not too.

"Remind me why I come to this again? Mom would kick all of our asses if she knew about this." Velaris grumbled from her seat next to them. Nyx's two younger sisters came to these fights with him. They always said it was because they didn't want him hurting himself, but he thought part of them wanted to disobey their father as well.

"Mom won't find out." Violet rolled her purple eyes- the only one to receive that trait from their father. "And because we can't let him get killed. It would be terrible for the night court's image."

They all sat side by side on a bench, waiting for the next fight to begin. Nyx was fighting someone new tonight and he was excited about it. He was tired of easily defeating the same fighters every week. He began to wrap his hands while his oldest sister, Velaris, continued to ramble.

"I'm a terrible liar." She groaned. "One look from Azriel and I'll jabber like a canary. I cannot believe I have managed to keep it a secret this long. I have to avoid everyone for at least a day after. Ugh why must you be on a mission to piss off dad at least every five seconds. Could you not try getting along for moth-" Thankfully Velaris was cut off by the announcer. Nyx jumped to his feet, hopping from one foot to the other as his fight was about to start. He began walking to the ring when Violet called out.

"Good luck."

"I don't need it." He sent her a cocky smile before stepping on the mat. He cracked his neck then looked at his opponent. It was a female- Illyrian by the looks of her wings. He was surprised to find they were not clipped. As much as his father tried to put a stop to the outdated practice, most females found themselves being clipped at some point anyways. She was beautiful, almost looked familiar to him. He felt as though he knew her, but at the same time knew he didn't. Her hair was pulled away from her face in a way that showed off her sharp cheekbones while her large eyes were hazel- a typical Illyrian trait. He was trying not to seem thrown off by the pretty female, however, that was much easier said than done. He had only fought one other female and she closely resembled a troll, so her looks had not played much of a factor. The female sent him a wicked smile before tapping both wrists. Illyrian armor began to cover every inch of her as seven, red siphons appeared. Nyx finally let his astonishment show. Not a single Illyrian female was awarded siphons. So how did she get seven of them?

"Where did you get those?" He narrowed his eyes at her. She didn't appear as thief's normally do. She also didn't appear to be a female to participate in an underground fighting ring, so perhaps his radar was off.

"I didn't steal them if that is what you are insinuating." That same coy smile graced her lips. Her voice was low for a females, but once again it sounded almost familiar to Nyx.

"Fight." The announcer sounded off, and the female was instantly a whirlwind of movement. Before Nyx could even reacted, she slammed her fist into his face.

"Fuck." After that stunningly powerful punch, Nyx focused himself into fight mode. He found it hard to keep up with the raven-haired female though. She was using a blend of fighting skills that Nyx was unfamiliar with, and he felt as though he was playing the game of catch-up the entire fight. He was always one step behind her.

"Come on, Nyx! That was pathetic." The oldest brother rolled his eyes at the shout that could only have come from Violet. It was not until the female back-handed Nyx that he realized she was toying with him. His face burned with embarrassment.

"Fucking fight. No need to go easy on me." He grunted as he spit blood from his mouth. The female- he realized he did not listen when the announcer said her name- laughed. She was bruised up pretty badly herself, but Nyx knew it was nothing compared to how he looked. Her siphons flared brightly.

"Aww. Poor High lord's son. Has anyone ever fought you with all their strength?" She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout to continue to tease the male. It struck a chord with him though. He was tired of being babied. He was the oldest son of the two most powerful fae in Pyrinthian and heir to the night court-dammit. He suddenly realized why he liked this fight so much though, she had gone harder on him than anyone else ever had- except for his dead cousin. It fueled him to fight harder. He threw out a fist that connected with her temple. She was definitely seeing stars from the way she stumbled. He guessed she was not expecting that. It had Nyx snickering. She returned with a few well placed jabs that the male knew would be sore in the morning.

"You look Familiar. Do I know you?" Nyx found himself saying as they circled one another. They were both breathing heavy at this point.

"No. Might know my sister though." She threw a kick that connected with Nyx's head. His body splayed out on the ground as he groaned. She did not let up. She sent punch after punch to his face while locking his arms down with her legs. He knew the knockout punch was coming, and so did she because her mouth was by his ear as she whispered.

"Tell Rhysand that Amara sends her regards." His eyes did not even have time to widen before she knocked him out. His last thought revolved around Amara.

Amara was dead and had been for 37 years.

When Nyx finally came too, his sisters pounced on him instantly.

"Oh thank the cauldron! I had no idea what we were going to tell mom and dad if you did not wake up within the next thirty minutes." Velaris practically screeched. He realized then that he was in his room, laying in his bed. Both Velaris and Violet were sitting on the end of it staring him down.

"What happened?" He groaned. Last thing he remembered was the mystery female telling him something about his dead cousin. Violet snorted.

"You lost dumbass. Velaris and I had to fly you to the house of wind by ourselves after you refused to wake up. She knocked you out cold." That would explain why his head was pounding. Fuck, she destroyed him.

"Yeah and you are heavy as shit." Velaris felt the need to chip in. He rolled his eyes before sitting up.

"Did either of you manage to catch her name?" It was impossible for her to be Amara. He remembered what Amara looked like and it was not that. Though, now that he thought about it, he realized why she looked so familiar. She looked similar to Amara. Perhaps a sister? Not impossible, but severely unlikely. His aunt Nesta struggled to conceive any children the entire time he knew her.

"I think it was Elle something? They did not announce it like normal, but I overheard someone call her that." Velaris answered while beginning to look over his injuries, her blue-grey eyes a mask of concern. Nothing seemed to hurt quite as bad as his head.

"I think I could sleep for three hundred years." He muttered.

"Good thing we have dinner at the house in thirty minutes." Violet chirped up. She was looking way too perky for someone who just watched their brother get the shit beat out of him.

"There's no way I'm going to that." He fell back in his bed and pulled the covers over his face once Velaris was done with his exam.

"Too bad." Violet replied in a sing-song voice. "Mom said she had something important to share with us and I am putting money down that she is pregnant again." Velaris groaned.

"She better not be. I am much too young to be taking care of their child while they galavant off to gods knows where." The oldest of the high lord's daughters had always taken on a motherly role. Even though, Nyx was five years her senior, she found herself babysitting both Nyx and Violet more often than not growing up.

"You better get your ass up, so Velaris can cover those bruises with makeup- wouldn't want to keep mother waiting." The younger sister strolled out of the bedroom, her purple dress sashaying behind her.

Nyx did not know how to broach the conversation about Amara. There was no sly or subtle way to insert it into the conversation. He did not want to discuss it at all, however, he felt this was too important to keep from his parents. They all sat around the dinner table while discussing very unimportant matters. Mor and Velaris were squabbling excitedly about something, Gwyn and Azriel were discussing daggers with Violet, and Feyre and Rhysand were murmuring quietly amongst each other. Only Nyx remained silent. That was enough to catch his mother's attention apparently.

"What troubles you, Nyx?" Feyre's eyes brimmed with concern for her oldest son. He was hardly ever quiet, usually deciding to pick a fight with his father.

"There is no way Amara could be alive right?" He spit out. The silence the befell the room was deafening. His mother's concerned look turned to a sharp one- almost a glare while his father ground his teeth together. Both his sisters gave him a look. A look to say shut up before it is too late. Mor finally spoke up after almost five minutes of silence.

"Amara is dead. I saw Koschei kill her myself. We all did." He looked toward the beautiful female. Unshed tears glistened in her eyes.

"Why do you ask, son?" His mother responded in a defeated tone. He did not mean to cause all of this, but apparently time had not lessened the pain of her death.

"I met a female." He started. Both his sisters' eyes widened as though they thought he was going to out all of them. They clearly did not need to add underground fighting rings to the list of things that will piss off mom and dad tonight. He also did not miss the look that Gwyn and Azriel shared. "She said to tell you," he gave his father a pointed look. "That Amara sends her regards." His father's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized his son. Rhysand wanted to make sure this was not another ploy to piss him off.

"What was her name?" Feyre interrupted her mate before he could say anything. Nyx began to shift in his seat uncomfortably. Clearly he should have kept his mouth shut.

"Elle something? I did not catch all of it. She looked like Amara. I mean she looks different than her, but similar enough that maybe they are sisters?" Nyx suggested. He watched as his mother and father shared a meaningful look.

"Who is Amara?" Violet had the courage to ask. She was much braver than Nyx. If their positions were switched, he would have kept his mouth shut. He always forgot that Violet was born the year after Amara died. While Velaris was only five years younger than him, Violet was one hundred and one years his junior. She was practically an infant in fae years at only thirty six years old. Technically, fae reached full maturity at twenty-five years, but when you live an immortal life, thirty-six seems young.

"Your cousin." Feyre whispered. Nyx's attention was caught by Azriel's shadows that were clearly hard at work. They were moving around much more than they had been earlier, indicating they were on a mission for information.

"I did not know Aunt Elain had another child." Violet offered to ease the tension. It only seemed to make it worse though.

"She does not." Their mother began. She finally set her silverware down and pushed her plate away. As if she knew that she would be unable to eat anything else for the rest of the night. Her voice was filled with such sorrow and regret that Nyx wished he never brought it up. If only to avoid hearing his mother sound that way. "I have another sister, Nesta. She is mated to Cassian, who I am sure you have seen pictures of around the house. She struggled to have children and when Amara died, it destroyed her. She blamed all of us and denounced us as family. We have not heard from her since."

"Do not leave out why she blames you." Gwyn snapped. It was the first she had said since Amara had been brought up. She was clenching her knife tightly. A stray shadow wrapped around her wrist causing the mates to have some sort of silent conversation.

"She blames all of us because of me." Rhysand finally admitted. Not even Nyx knew the whole story and Amara was his best friend at the time. Nyx sat at the edge of his seat, anxious to finally hear what happened to his cousin.

"I sent Amara on a mission she was not prepared for. She was captured by Koschei and killed in front of Nesta and Cassian, killed in front of all of us." His father's voice was tense- for obvious reasons, but he could see the hurt behind his eyes. Nyx could see the pain his father felt about the role he played in Amara's demise. "Your mother and I thought Amara was immortal- more so than the rest of us anyways. Nesta had great power that was passed to Amara and it manifested in such a powerful way that we assumed she was more immune to death. We were wrong. Nesta was a dangerous female with unknown power. She had threatened to take your life, Nyx, in retribution for the role I played. Cassian, himself, threatened to kill me. However, when the opportunity presented itself, the mates left and have yet to return. I suppose Nesta being pregnant at the time would explain why neither of them have sought revenge after all this time." Rhysand let out a long, contemplative sigh at the end of his explanation. Nyx was more than a little shocked to discover his favorite Aunt had threatened to kill him. He was devastated by her disappearance especially since no one would explain why they left. He found it hard to believe that his uncle Cassian would allow his mate to do something so drastic, but perhaps grief makes monsters of us all.

"Befriend the female, Nyx." His father suddenly demanded. His tone changing from one of grief and regret to his commanding High Lord voice. Nyx found it grating. "Many fae learned of Amara's demise. Someone could be trying to trick us. Best to keep the enemy close, yes?" Rhysand lifted an eyebrow at his son. The entire table knew that Nyx could not disobey the High Lord command. They also knew he would try his damnedest to piss off his father.

"And what if she is Nesta and Cassian's daughter? What then?" Nyx held his breathe as his father contemplated.

"Then we kidnap her and hope the couple will hear us out before killing the entire city of Velaris."

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tellerford13 · 7 years

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MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 27

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Mo Astor Chapter 27

Jax

I study the girls through the glass sliding doors while I smoke. When Ma has this many people over she prefers when we take it outside other wise the house looks too damn foggy to move. It feels good having everyone under one roof. Things weren’t the same with J gone. Not when I’m trying to keep volcano Wendy from erupting, and she damn near did. Our talk in the car helped me clear my head and see things from her point of view. Having children is a huge deal. I’ll be dealing with Wendy for at least eighteen years, and my relationship with Lee is new. She needs reassurance, and I need to figure out exactly what fatherhood and us together are going to look like moving forward.

Wendy’s meltdown convinced me of that. She needs guidelines and structure, or she veers off into the wrong lane and starts making up her own scenarios. I can see now that until I outed our relationship at the wedding, she thought we stood a chance of getting back together. It’s my fault. We’ve always broken up and made up. It was like I lived for that, this almost desperate need she had for approval and belonging. It made me feel like I was in control and wanted. After the shit storm that hit my life at fifteen, I needed it. Losing my brother, my father, and being blatantly rejected by my high school sweetheart Tara back to back, broke something inside me.

I got self-involved, greedy, and disconnected. Opening my eyes and seeing what I had in front of me with Lee, and seeing Chibs and Journee do it the right way began an awakening. I’d grown to think maybe relationships in this life were bullshit at best, and dangerous at worst. My mother was never the same after losing my father. It was like something had been siphoned from her spirit. I didn’t want that. Then I watched Chibs with my sister. They bring out the best in each other. She never tries to make him change , and he soothes her fears.

“Something on yer mind Jackie boy?” Chibs asks.

I shake my head. “Feeling lucky actually.”

“As ye should. Those women in there are top notch. The kind ye could search the world over and never find, so I suggest you make sure you got your head on right.”

I glance at Chibs. He has a way of talking to you instead of at you, so when he says something that definite, I’m more prone to listen.

“What do you mean?”

“Seen you self-destruct one too many times. You screw up with this girl, and you’ll be kicking yourself in the arse for the rest of yer life.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Hmmm.”

I narrow my gaze and take a long draw. It’s clear he has more to say, but he won’t unless he’s invited to.

“What was the hmm for.”

“I believe you won’t do it on purpose.”

“I know Lee better than damn near anyone.”

“Yeah as a friend.”

I turn my body toward him and frown. “And that’s so different?”

“Aye lad, and you’d best learn that quickly.”

“Enlighten me, wise man.”

He snickers. “Since you asked so nicely. I reckon I will.”

I smirk.

Chibs has always gotten me. I was drawn toward him since my father died. Clay has never been what you’d call the fatherly type. We’ve come to an understanding over time, but we’d never be close. If I’m honest, a part of me resents how quickly he slipped in after my old man’s death. Had he been waiting in the wings the entire time for an opening? I never dared to ask him or her. I love my mom, but she has some shadiness going. I like to believe he was a rebound or a distraction to help her keep it together.

She took Tommy’s death harder than anyone. Thank God for Sugar getting arrested and Baby J coming to live with us. It helped her focus her obsession onto someone else. It’s how J wound up with our last name tacked on to hers. Mom went all out, and we let her because it lifted her from the severe depression she landed in. People think she’s hell on wheels now, but they have no clue how bad it can get.

“You’re both figuring things out. You can’t expect her to read your mind or “get it.” You ain’t the best communicator Jackie boy. That’s got to change.”

“I think I do alright.” I shrug.

“Got to step up your game. You’ve got a lot of juggling to do between Wendy, the baby, and Lee.”

“I know. I have been thinking about that.” I admit with a sigh.

“Maybe you aren’t as hopeless as I thought,” he mumbles.

“Ouch.”

“You’ve been living on planet Jackie, population of one for a long time now. Changing isn’t the easy thing for men like us. We don’t have to try with women. They throw themselves at our feet. Sure ye were serious with Wendy, but yew didn’t respect her. Not really.”

I nod my head. He’s right.

“I didn’t have to.”

“Exactly. You pull any of that crap with Lee, and she and Mo Astor will have your balls on a platter.”

I shudder. “You aren’t wrong.”

“How are you going to handle this Wendy mess?”

“I don’t know. I’m not trying to force Lee into making huge decisions. She’s never operated that way. But boundaries and respect need to be established. I’m walking through a field of landmines and trying not to be blown up.”

“What are yew expecting to do once the babe comes?”

I shake my head. “No clue.”

“Best be figuring it out. They don’t stay in utero forever.”

“I plan on having a calm talk about it this week with Wendy.”

Chibs chuckles. “Good luck with that.”

“You’re all heart, brother.”

“Just enjoying seeing ye brought down to reality with the rest of us.”

I scowl as we continue to smoke.

”You think I’m asking too much of Lee too soon? A baby is a lot of work, and Wendy is just this side of sane.”

“The lass knew what she was walking into. Seems to me like she doesn’t mind.”

“Guess that’s true.”

“If you’re really worried you should ask her.”

“Feels too soon. I need to make sure we’re solid first. I freaked her out when I left to think. Not sure why…she knows how I operate.”

“Aye, but she’s not just yer friend anymore. Make sure you let her know ya went to clear yer head, not escape her or leave her out of the loop. As tough as she is, love makes you vulnerable.”

The door opens, and Tig and Clay join us ending our heart to heart.

I have some work to do.

***

I follow Lee up the driveway.

“It was good seeing everyone wasn’t it?” She asks.

“Yeah, it’s been a minute since we had a family dinner like that.”

“Which is why Mama was chomping at the bit to get us all in one place. It’s weird, now that you mention it, things have been slipping on the family front,” Lee says as she unlocks the front door to her house.

“That’s because Clay couldn’t give a shit. He humors my mom, but I don’t get the feeling we give him the warm and fuzzies. Hell, J and I couldn’t get out of that house fast enough. You remember. You guys moved in with me as soon as I got my own place until you started college.”

“Yeah. It was so different from when JT was alive.”

“That’s an understatement.” I don’t mind talking about my dad to certain people.

We step inside, and I think about Chibs’ words.

“So, I wanted to talk to you...”

She tenses.

“It’s nothing bad.”

“You don’t do talks, Jax.”

“Which is why I need to start. When I left after Wendy, it wasn’t about you. It was about the situation. I needed time to think about what happened and how to handle it. I’ve never seen Wendy like that. She’s always such a push over. Realizing that her state of mind and well-being affect my kid now and in the future, shook me. I need to figure out what the hell life with a kid is going to look like. I’m not big on talking until I’m ready. You know that, but I forgot that being together places us in new territory. I know you don’t like leaving things up in the air. You like everything to be neat, tidy and wrapped with a bow. But I’m messy, babe. I like to sort the shit show out in my head before I share.”

Her eyes widen. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I could see the worry in your eyes and I knew I put it there. It wasn’t my intention. I’m impulsive as hell. This is a thing we both know. But I don’t want that to affect you—.”

Her scowl stops me in mid-sentence.

“I don’t need you to baby me because my father wrecked me with his bullshit. I know –

“Whoa. No one said that, Harley.”

She turns away from me and folds her arms over her chest. “Like you had to.”

“What the hell?” I grab her arm and spin her around.

“I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.”

“I don’t.”

“Right. Poor little Lee never got enough love, and now she freaks out when people pull away.”

“Is that what happened?”

“We went through something major, and you were out the door what was I supposed to think?”

“That I’m trying to deal with a lot of shit. I’ve never been a father before Lee. I don’t know the first thing about shared custody or who has rights. Wendy is not reliable, and I’m afraid to set her off. I know stress isn’t good for pregnant women and honestly, I’m worried she’ll have a relapse.”

“Selfish Bitch.”

“It’s a disease, and she’s got it bad. I’m all but shoving her to the edge right now, ending our relationship as soon as she finds out she’s pregnant and starting a relationship with the one woman she felt most insecure around on top of all the cheating, and lies. She’s not stupid. She turned a blind eye because all that mattered to her was that I came home to her and claimed her.”

“Jesus.”

“She’s like all of us looking for a place to belong. I lied when I told her that place would be beside me and she’s reeling.” The shame creeps up inside me. I did a number on my ex-fiancée, and we’ll all be paying the price for that.

“So what Jackson? Are you saying want to end things?”

“Jesus, no Lee. I’m trying to find a way for us to all get along and work together to raise this child, cause you aren’t going anywhere and neither is she.”

“Jax…”

“No, I’m putting this all out there before it has a chance to blow up on either of us. I been doing a lot of thinking. I’m going to try to smooth things over with her and come up with a middle ground.”

“She wants you back,” Lee whispers.

“She never had me.” I place my fingers under her chin and force her to meet my gaze.

“You don’t have anything to be worried about. Whatever tantrums she throws or blow back she tries to send our way falls on me. I’ll handle it. Do you understand me?” She nods.

“I don’t want to be the reason you have issues with your child.”

“That bitch doesn’t have enough power to make that happen. It’s going to be a rocky ride for a minute here, but it’ll smooth out.” I meet her too bright eyes. “You believe me?”

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” She whispers.

“No worrying. We’ll deal with things as they come.”

She sighs, dropping her folded arms as the tension leaves her body. “Alright.”

I mentally rejoice. She can get stuck on things and keep re-examining them on some sort of crazed loop. I have a cure for that. A delicious distraction we’ll both enjoy.

“Speaking of taking things as they come.”

She shakes her head and giggles. “Really?”

I cup the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine. Her laughter turns to moans as her body molds to mine, and I use my other hand to palm the curve of her ass. She tilts her head and wraps her arms around my neck, and I know I got her. I slide my hand down her back, cup the opposite cheek and lift her up. Her legs wrap around my waist and her warm center searing me through our layers of clothes have me rock hard. She rocks against the bulge forming in my pants, and I grunt. Our tongues tangle, and I make my way to the bedroom. I stumble through the doorway, desperate for skin to skin contacts. We tear at each others’ clothes as the urgency hits. I need to be surrounded inside her where only I’m allowed.

Our lips war as teeth clank, tongues duel and lips suck and nibble. We manage to strip each other bare and move to the bed. I reach between us to check her center. Slick with a swollen clit, she’s ready for me. I swallow her moan. Right now everything she has to give belongs to me.

“You’re so ready for me.” I grip her hips and drive home. She cries out, arching off the bed as her legs grip my hips. Her nails down my back have me pounding into her wetness. “Harder.” She gives back what I give. The head board knocks against the wall as I bottom out, going deeper with every stroke. I clench the sheets and grit my teeth as she flexes her muscles. It’s a battlefield. A safe place to burn off all our frustrations. My heart pounds in my chest and my cock is granite. I grit my teeth as she tightens around me, shuddering as she finds her own release. I follow swiftly behind, spending myself inside her body. I rest my head on her chest as I keep my weight balanced on my forearms. The only sound in the dark room is our ragged breathing as we allow the afterglow to fill the space, chase away the doubt and worry, and cocoon us like a warm blanket.

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