#feyre and nyx

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Friday Feyre & Nyx!

[meriyart]

feyre and nyx ✨

[elainemg97]

✨The Archeron Sisters✨

[jmoonjones]

I hope we see Nesta, Elain, and Feyre do some sisterly bonding and healing in the next books. They're all quite different from each other but their hobbies are perfect for them to share together:

Nesta gives them dance lessons! (They use the shiny magic iPod that Cassian got her for Solstice, and Feyre starts a huge leg warmers trend in Velaris)

Elain shares her favourite recipes with them! (It's mostly Elain explaining a new technique she discovered while Feyre and Nesta monch all the batches to "taste test")

Feyre teaches them how to paint! (It's a handy way to get Nyx's nursery decorated too! They'll make a huge mess and have Rhys clean up)

I know I’m super corny but what is tumblr if not a corny safe space?

[dawneternal]

Feyre & Nyx

[divinemare]

Nyx: What is your worst quality?

Demetria (OC): I can be uncooperative

Nyx: Can you give me an example?

Demetria: No

[chloejohnsonart]

Feyre is Woman.

Recommended listening;

Note;

Please note, to all the mamas out there, regardless of your choices, you are woman, and beautiful, and powerful and divine. Whether you chose to breastfeed or not, whether you birthed via a section, a surrogate or otherwise. You are beautiful, powerful, and incredible. Mamas unite❤️‍🔥

[certifiedfantasyreader]

I just know that Feyre is gonna be a great mom🥹

She knows the feeling of being unwanted or forgotten. Best believe Nyx wouldn't even for a second feel anything but pure love from he's parents. He wouldn't ever question the love Feyre has for him.

[nikethestatue]

Feyre and Nyx

Art: mftfernandez

[apollosbisexualass]

Lmao I was explaining Feyre’s side plot in ACOSF to my brother and he goes ‘so basically, Feyre and her child almost died because … her and Rhysand wanted to have weird kinky bat sex’ AND YO—

[certifiedfantasyreader]

🥹🥹🥹🥹

Nyx Headcanons

Headcanons for my favorite little bean, because we don't talk about him enough.

He 100% inherits Rhys's "earth-shattering" power. That extra chapter where Feyre and Rhys were deciding on a name and basically felt powers shifting in the Force when Nyx came up makes me firmly believe that.

He's a good, sweet kid but also goes through a few phases where he's an absolute nightmare to raise through no fault of his own. Nyx is a happy baby, but has zero concept of his power when it starts to show, leaving one very tired High Lord and High Lady when he shatters a window in his nursery when wiggling his arms excitedly.

He's an intuitive little guy though and very quickly figures out he needs to be careful when Feyre and Rhys try to teach him to get a handle on that power. He learns this the hard way after accidentally nightmisting one of his toys.

Nobody for the life of them can figure out why he adores cranky Auntie Amren so much. Though he's not old enough to explain it, he thinks she's another child to play with. Cassian suggests this and Amren nearly rips his head off.

Nyx is a full-fledged mama's boy. He adores Feyre and is a complete snugglebug with her. He's also very protective of his mama.

That said, he idolizes his dad too and copies everything he does. He follows Rhys around and mimics everything, right down to trying to copy the High Lord's graceful swagger. Feyre, naturally, absolutely melts at the sight of him waddling after his dad with one hand in his pocket looking too cool for school on his tiny little legs.

Nyx is obsessed with Starfall, and his first-ever painting is a finger painting of him with his parents under those stars. Rhys gets misty-eyed when he sees it.

He's besties with Kallias and Viviane's little snow angel. The fact they're the same age is perfect--when the grown-ups are too boring tending to one courtly matter or the other, Nyx and his friend can easily pass the time playing in the snow. Nyx already has met his match in the realm of snowball fighting, and takes a new tactic or two back to absolutely wallop his uncles. Rhys could not be more proud of this fact.

Nyx takes his role as Eldest Cousin very seriously, but there's one cousin in particular who absolutely does not and will not listen to a word he says. Guess whose kid that cousin is.

Nyx takes a little too much after his mother sometimes in that he befriends every semi-civil demon-thing or dark spirit that walks the face of the earth. To Uncle Cassian's absolute horror, Nyx is apparently friends with Bryaxis...and Bryaxis loves this kid.

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Apparently we’re on a High Lady Mommy Feyre kick recently…

[elainemg97]

🌌 Feyre “Cursebreaker” Archeron🌌

✨ACOTAR Character Profiles ✨

The High Lady of the Night Court, Mate to Rhysand, rare Daemati and mom to Nyx. Sister of Nesta and Elain Archeron. She is the OG badass who was able to defeat a whole Middengard Wyrm as a mere human. She holds the power of all seven courts. She spends her time teaching children how to paint, doing High Lady duties, training with Cassian or Azriel, caring for her baby, and spending time with her family and friends. Oh, and don’t forget saving the world!

When not busy, she goes out shopping with Elain, dances at Rita’s with Mor, gets drunk with Cassian (where they ruins Solstice decorations), goes flying with Rhys, or she paints to release stress.

[jmoonjones]

Honestly, at this point, I have an AU of the story and characters in my mind that has replaced canon entirely.

Some things are the same, but some things got a good and proper overhaul when I took mental custody of ACOTAR for my personal AU That said, there are some truly talented writers [on here and ao3] who have really taken that untapped potential to the next level. Especially when it comes to Illyrian lore, character nuance, and expanding secondary characters. I hope you writer folks know how deeply appreciated you are ❤️

[tadpolesonalgae]

This is so adorable I can’t

A closeup of my sketch of Feyre and Nyx on this first Starfall 💫 I imagine him grabbing her skirts and looking up in awe 🥲

See this full piece and more now on Patr*on! If you join today you will be able to join in voting on this month’s Drawing of the Month, a fully rendered piece chosen by my patrons. So come join in on the fun!

[divinemare]

⊹₊ ⋆ 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 ⋆₊ ⊹

┊⁀➷ nyx archeron x oc

┊part eleven

part ten

little note: omg we’re coming close to the end! i think there’s gonna be 3 more parts. i’m sorry if this one feels very small, but i’m saving the best for the end!

☁︎·̩͙✧

Time was running out for Demetria and Selah, and both females were growing increasingly desperate about it. Specially the one with the awful marriage arrangement putting the robe tightly on her neck.

The company of Elliot, as incredible as it might sound, had been live-saving for her. For almost a week, the male had done everything he could to stay in the Spring Court with her. The familiarity of the company the only reassurance she had.

Until it was in inevitable for him to leave, and now, she found herself all alone again.

“Never.”

Well, not so alone.

Nyx had been in her head day and night. Quite literally. He took every opportunity he could to send images of home through with his daementi powers. Saying small sentences, sometimes even only a word, to remind her that she, in fact, was not, and never would be alone. To remind her of the people that were waiting for her back home. Remind her that she had now a mate to come back to, a mate that was waiting for her right now, that had been waiting for her all her life. A mate that had always been right beside her, even if they had tried to get away from each other every time they could.

Now distance hurt, more than anything.

✧₊˚.

Nyx was losing his mind.

He remembered a time when he was a little kid when Demetria, pissed because he had played her a prank, broke his favorite toy, which had been a very special gift from his uncle Azriel. He had been so angry he started chasing her with a blast of fire until their mothers intervened and grounded them both. He thought he would never want to chase someone with a blast of fire as much as he had wanted with her back then, as stupid and childish as it sounded, but he had been wrong. Very, very wrong. He now wanted to chase Abraxas with a blast of fire and stomp on his ashes more than anything he had ever wanted.

He was in desperate need of a distraction, something to take his mind off of how much he missed Demetria’s touch, and how primarily angry it made him to think that Abraxas now believed himself owner of her touch, owner of her.

For the first time in days, Nyx gathered the willpower to get out of his room, and while he went down the stairs, hushed whispers called his attention.

He couldn’t make what was being said behind his father’s studio doors, but he did recognized the desperate sigh of frustration of his little sister, and immediately turned the knob without knocking first.

“Is everything alright?” His surprise only intensified when he saw his parents and sister reunited around the table with nervous faces.

He gave a step into the room, and immediately noticed the way his mother slightly tensed.

“Son, we should go out for a fly, it’s been a long time since we did,” his father tried to put the most convincing smile he could, but Nyx was not buying the attempt of distraction, on the contrary, it made him even more curious.

“What are you all trying to hide?”

“Nyx, baby, we didn’t wanted to hide anything from you,” Feyre gave a step towards her son, allowing him to have a look at the oak table and the four envelopes in it.

High Lady Feyre. High Lord Rhysand. Nyx. Asterin.

“What’s that?” Quickly enough, Nyx was able to grab the envelope with his name before anyone could stop him, and opened it with a growing bad feeling on his chest.

It was a fucking wedding invitation. Demetria’s fucking wedding invitation.

“Nyx…” he heard his mother’s distant voice, but couldn’t seem to react to the worry in it.

“Son,” when Rhysand came closer and put a hand on Nyx’s shoulder, the young male realized he was wrapped in angry clouds of darkness, night poured from him like something threatening to swallow him whole.

The parchment in his hands was nothing but a crumble in his fist, his heart was racing so fast he knew his family could hear it, Nyx was trying hard to breath deeply, but he just couldn’t.

“Nyx…” a soft, soothing voice entered his mind, waking up some reason in him. “Nyx…” Demetria called for him again.

In his anger, he hadn’t realized that Demetria could probably feel his outburst of emotions through the bond, as weak as it still was, since she hadn’t yet accepted it officially, they knew they were connected, they had always been, somehow.

Her voice, the picture of her gorgeous eyes on his mind, and the ghost of the feeling of her hands caressing his cheek brought him finally back.

The darkness around him scattered away, and his face composed again as he stared at his parents worried eyes.

“If you don’t mind, dad, I would like to go on that flight by myself,” Nyx managed to speak in a calm voice.

Rhysand said nothing, only nodded with understanding to his son and took his mate’s hand to keep her from stoping Nyx from storming out of the studio.

Feyre might not understand fully how her son was feeling, but Rhys did. He sighed heavily ones the door was closed, remembering how darkness had too swallowed him centuries ago when his own mate was about to get married to another man.

With one look, he reminded that to his High Lady, and Feyre too sighed in understanding.

✧₊˚.

Nyx had needed to get away from everything to clear his mind, so naturally he found himself flying towards the cliff where Demetria last saved him from stupidity.

Only to find the terribly unpleasant surprise of his cousin Elliot waiting there. How the fuck had he gotten there in the first place?

“Thank the Mother, my ass was beginning to feel numb waiting for you here,” the snowflakes in the male’s brown shoulder-length hair fell as he stood up from a rock, gritting his teeth because of the cold.

“And why on earth would you be waiting for me? Here, specifically?” Nyx crossed his arms, lifting a dark eyebrow with hidden annoyance.

“Because Dem told me to. She said you would come up here once you found out about the invitations, and, unsurprisingly, she was right.”

Hearing Demetria’s name made his heart beat a little faster, and a tickling sensation to rise up in his body. Nyx uncrossed his arms and gave a step closer to his cousin, his face stern and demanding.

“Explain.”

“Yeah, see, I don’t do well under pressure, so you’ll have to change all that soon-to-be-lord-of-darkness-and-death tone. Because it makes me very nervous,” with a swift movement of his hand, Elliot brushed his hair passed his shoulder, while Nyx had to really, really clench his jaw in search of some patience.

“Elliot…” his cousin’s name came out like a warning with clenched teeth.

Nyx was not usually of the angry type to lose his patience in an explosive way, his sister usually was in charge of that, while he was most collected and calm and preferred to treat everything in life as a joke and nothing really seriously. But those past few weeks had altered him completely, and anger was now the only thing he seemed to be feeling.

“Yeah, ok,” the youngest of the males rolled his eyes and gave a big sigh, his russet eyes turning a little bit more serious than Nyx would’ve wanted. “Dem said you’ll be here, she sent me to wait for you because she knew you were going to lose it, and by the looks of it, cousin, you are losing it.”

“Go to the point, Elliot,” Nyx was having trouble not to clench his jaw, but kept it in him as best as he could.

“She has a plan.”

Now those were some words that distracted the anger.

“What?” He uncrossed his arms and blinked several times, a racing adrenaline feeling starting to kick in.

“She has a plan. A really good one for that matter. And she needs your help.”

Nyx took a deep breath in, chin lifting up while his heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

“What does she need me to do.”