#nessian daughter headcanon

[my-fan-side]

Maybe a Nessian Family prompt?!

I imagine Nessian’s daughter as stubborn as her parents. Like one time during a heated battle, their eldest daughter literally flew in front of Nesta ,in which she has gotten a cut and a scar, to protect her Mom from the creature which was about to attack her.

Nesta was livid. after they have won the battle, she went straight to her daughter, and scolded her infront of eveyone like “You will not do that again. You, or any of our children, will NOT die from saving us, (your parents)! You hear me?!” Their daughter can’t understand why Nesta was angry, like she saved her right?! 😂 And much to everyone’s shock, Nessian daughter had the guts to say “No. I won’t just stand,look and do nothing and let you get hurt when I know I can do something about it!” Like they were literally nose to nose. And Cassian don’t know if he should be proud or mad at his daughter 😅 Eventually Cassian pulled her mate away, while Nessian daughter was pulled by her younger siblings (all girls of course) 😎

When they got home though, there’s a sweet moment when the eldest approached her Mom, give her a hug and apologize. And Nesta making her understand that she can’t lose any of them. She’s not angry, she was scared, so scared. 🥺 And yeah, they just cuddled until morning, with the other daughters. Cass taking the sofa by the living room 😳

[animezinglife]

"Cassian is a girl dad!" posts are so fun.

Just imagine being the poor bastard who one day tries to pick said girl up for a first date only for some guy called the Lord of Bloodshed answering the door in seemingly great spirits but clapping you so hard on the back your ancestors' bones rattle. A jovial, good-natured gesture...and a warning.

Meanwhile while your date's mother, Lady Death, glares at you silently and unmoving through the doorway.

[fieldofdaisiies]

nessian week masterlist

I haven’t done headcanons in a long time, and for this prompt it felt so right to do some fluffy modern Nessian + daughter Alayla ones

while on the outside Cassian is this strong and tough army general, behind closed doors and especially with his daughter, his is this big soft teddy bear

there is not a single wish he would not fulfil his little daughter (or his wonderful wife Nesta)

that can reach from breakfast in bed, to tea parties with her stuffed animals or going to Disney Land

“Try it!” Alayla is beaming, watching how Cassian takes a bite from the chocolate cookie she has just made. She mixed together all sorts of things in the kitchen, Cassian watched her and then helped her bake them (he would never allow her to use the oven alone).

Cassian fights the urge to grimace, tries to force a smile on his lips while nodding, and forcing down the bite. It’s disgusting, but how should he tell her?

“Lovely,” he brings out, still trying to smile.

But Alayla pouts, reading him just as well as her mother. “You hate them?” She furrows her brows, and silver lines her eyes.

So, Cassian is quick, shoving the whole cookie into his mouth and then a second one. “No. Deli-f-oms.” He holds both his thumbs up. “I momf them.”

Alayla also loves to play beauty salon and paint her parents nails, or do their hair

“Your right hand, daddy.” Alayla throws her hands, also the one tightly clasping the nail polish brush with the hot pink tip, into the air. “You need to focus, we are not doing this for fun. This is business.” She rolls her eyes and with the toss of her hair over her right shoulder she reaches for Cassian’s hand and holds it down before starting to paint his thumb and also the skin around it in bright pink.

Nesta laughs, slightly mischievously, from where she is leaning against the doorframe, her gaze moving from her daughter and Cassian to her own hands and the bright orange and pastel green gracing her nails, and the skin around them.

“Mummy always calls you my pretty man so we need to do your hair next.” Alayla thankfully spared Nesta’s hair. She explained to her daughter that it would be lovely if the blow-out she had done just the day before could stay the way it is.

Reluctantly, Alayla had agreed and decided to do Cassian’s hair instead, braiding some strands and pinning others with Barbie and Paw Patrol hair clips. (Also, on more than one occasion has it happened already that Nesta went to work with a one of those hair clips pinned to her hair). 

Rhys and Az will never let Cassian forget that one day he also forgot to remove the hot pink from his nails and fingers and showed up like this to training – “A sight for sore eyes,” as Rhys called it

Az and Rhys have been laughing for a solid twenty minutes, until Cassian came up with some stories about them and their kids

let’s now talk about cuddling

this family loves cuddling

staying in bed on a rainy Sunday, watching Alayla’s favourite shows on the TV in Nesta and Cassian’s bedroom, while eating in bed

“What’s his name?” Cassian asks, taking a big bite from his toast. 

Alayla sighs dramatically and Nesta, laughing, says. “It’s a girl, Cass, and her name is Skye. You finally need to remember.”

“You really do, she’s my favourite.” Alayla grins, mimicking the way Skye, the dog, is flying over the sky. Then she rests her hand on Cassian’s shoulder, and purses her lips. “Who is your favourite?” she asks in a very serious tone. 

Cassian swallows, then squints his eyes at the screen before looking at his daughter. Her eyes are trained on the TV screen and so Cassian throws Nesta a help seeking glance, before mouthing “What is the fire pup’s name?”

Nesta has to hold back from laughing, she bites the insides of her cheeks and then mouths “Marshall.” 

A thankful smile appears on Cassian’s face. “Marshall!”

“Ah!” Alayla taps her chin, nodding slowly. “Interesting.”

Interesting indeed, Cassian thinks when he ends up having to play said dog when Nyx, Dalia and Zada are over for a visit. 

Since they are three girls and only one boy (Nyx wants to be Chase, Dalia Everest, Zada Zuma) they are in need of another male dog and since Cassian’s favourite is Marshall, he earns himself this roll, much to Nesta’s amusement

and lastly, Cassian is a great cook and there is nothing better for Nesta and Alayla to enjoy one of his amazing meals

Cassian who was alone a lot as a child due to his mother working so much learned to cook very early on

He creates amazing meals, some of them are only reserved for his family

Nesta will never stop praising his talent, and the same goes for Alayla who boasts to her cousins and friends that her father is the best cook in the entire world

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[kita98]

One of my favorite headcanon for the futur of the Archeron's family,

Feyre and Rhys have a son(Nyx), he would grow up to be one of the most powerful heir.

Nesta and Cassian have a daughter, she would grow up to be one of the most powerful warrior, probably a Valkyrie.

Elain and Azriel have twins (a boy and a girl), when they merge their powers they would be unstoppable, one of the most powerful bond.

Think of how poetic it is that Feysand would have given birth to the most powerful heir, something they both worked hard for.

Nessian would have given birth to the most powerful warrior, the Valkyrie and the General.

Elriel would have given birth to the most powerful bond, one that they themself had to fight for.

How poetic for Feyre, who has two powerful besties to have a powerful son.

How poetic for Nesta, who has two Valkyrie besties to have a warrior daughter.

How poetic for Elain, who has twins besties to have twins.

I know there's a possibility that Elain wouldn't be able to have Az's children biologically, but even if they adopt those twins, how poetic it would be for Azriel, to give a real family to them when he himself suffered from his own.

[intairnwetrust]

As someone who loves the concept of 3 brothers x 3 sisters this headcanon is stuck with me

Nyx:

Parents: Feyre and Rhys

Favourite anut: Nesta

Also Nyx is the first child, Nesta is the oldest sister

Two non biological aunts: Amren and Mor

Nessian's daughter: (because Cassian is a girls dad)

Parents: Nesta and Cassian

Favourite aunt: Elain

Also Nessian's daughter was born after Nyx so she is the second child, Elain is the second eldest sister

Two non biological aunts: Gwyn and Emerie

Elriel's child: (I lean more towards a girl)

Parents: Elain and Azriel

Favourite aunt: Feyre

Also Elriel's daughter is the youngest, Feyre is the youngest sister

Two non biological aunts: Nuala and Cerridwen

I love this symmetry haha

In my head Elriel's daughter noticed that and points it out. She calls it their star constellations.

"We children are the brightest star and you form the rest of our constellation" ✨️✨️

[rin-u-pos]

I meant for this to be a fun lighthearted idea, but now I feel like adding angst to it.

Tamlin never had a good childhood. Neglect from his mother. Indifference from his father. Scorn from his brothers. His only friends were the little critters in the forest and that boy reflected in the mirror. Loneliness. Pain. Longing. Suffering. Day in day out.

The thought of children never crossed his mind. Who would want an unstable beast for a father? He didn't. Why would they?

That's why the moment they stood on his doorstep, his stomach dropped. Was Feyre insane? Lucien is the voice of reason. Why didn't he intervene? He knows that with his temperament, he can't handle one child. Let alone SEVEN!

Sigh. Breathe in. Breathe out. You can do this, Tam. The kids just gotta survive the night. How hard can it be?

I meant to write a headcanon and now I wrote a little intro to Tamlin reconciling with his inner child. Don't expect more guys. Tagging @papaj--p4l hope this intro was ok. I'm not good at comedy. Apparently I can only do mediocre angsty monologues.

Also, here are the kids if you are interested. I got a little carried away.

1. Nyx: He's an angsty teen with a chip on his shoulder. He gets into fights with his dad and doesn't respect his mom because she just does whatever Rhysand says. He inherited the daemati powers, wings and black fire (fire + shadow powers mixed). He wants the high lord position because he thinks he can do a better job than Rhysand. He doesn't need a babysitter, but he refuses to train at the Illyrian camps.

2. Nyx's younger brother/sister: Attached to Feyre's hip. This little one inherited some of the other high lord's powers, but their favorite is shape-shifting. I love the idea of a gender fluid shapeshifter. Someone else came up with it as a headcanon for Tamlin, but I forgot who. They love to change their features and play dress up with Feyre. They approach everything with a childlike innocence and some of this will rub off on Tamlin. Also, will be future the trendsetter of Velaris.

3. Nessian's daughter: Closest in age to Nyx. She is a wild child, a tomboy and future valkyrie. She has a difficult relationship with Nesta because Nesta keeps trying to teach her how to be a proper lady. In her teen years and early adulthood, she's going to have a lot of resentment towards Cassian for how illyrian women are treated. She inherited the silver flames, wings and Cassian's stature. She will join Nyx on his plan to overthrow his dad. Little does she know, she is an heir for the high lord position of the Night Court.

3. Elucien's twin boys: The cauldron loves Elain so it gifted her identical twins, but the cauldron is still a raging misogynist and assumed that only males could be high lords. They are both seers. A child of day and a child of fire. Imagine the Weasley twins meet Hikaru and Kaoru from Ouran High School Host Club. They are mischievous and like to pretend to be each other. Tamlin never knows who he's talking to. They will be the first joint high lords of Prythian, but it is a closely guarded secret. Only one will publicly pose as the high lord, but who knows which one.

4. Gwynriel's child: I couldn't choose the gender. All I know is that they inherited Gwyn's talent for singing and will one day become the music legend of Prythian. Tamlin is their first teacher, biggest cheerleader and number 1 fan.

5. Emerie's adoptive son: He is an illyrian boy born with a deformed wing, so he can't fly. His parents left him to die in the mountains. The valkyries found him and took him in. This kid is crazy smart. He's going to be a great revolutionary thinker of his time. He will write about his culture and bring to light what goes on behind closed doors in the night court. Nessian's daughter is very protective of him.

What if Feyre, Rhysand, Lucien, and Tamlin actually had a conversation and apologized? Separate private conversations, of course. And then rebuilt their friendships. What if Tamlin then becomes the token babysitter? He has sleepovers with Nyx and his niblings so the parents can have date night. He'll be Uncle Tam!

[highladyofyourmom]

Nessian Headcanon

Imagine if Cass and Nesta have a baby daughter and Tarquin lets Cass bring her ONCE if Nes promises to stay with him. Little does edgy summer kiddo know, the girl has her dad's "charm" and shatters four tables and accidentally releases the royal stallions all over Adriata.

(Cass would genuinely beg Nesta to name the girl after Rhys' mom and she would kiss him and tell him she would gladly name their girl after the female that brought up her mate)

[daevastanner]

Nyx & Catrin Archeron-Berdara - pt. III

Because there was no added pressure from their parents and because all of the second generation are enamored with Nyx, Catrin and Nyx come together very easily.

They start doing everything together.

After the party at the river house, Nyx is unable to shake Catrin from his mind. He has an unquenchable thirst to be near her.

And Catrin is similarly affected. It starts to affect her training. She goes from practicing 8 hours a day nearly every day to twice a week.

Nyx stops studying his High Lord duties and politics and devotes every hour of his day to spending time with Catrin.

And while their friendship is certainly a distraction, Feysand and Gwynriel say nothing. Their children have spent most of their lives too dedicated to responsibility and it’s nice to see them both lightening up.

Rhysand recognizes himself in Nyx. He recalls bringing Feyre to Velaris and spending time with her in the early days of their friendship. Of how all his cares melted away.

And Azriel, likewise, sees himself in Catrin. Nyx tends to make his daughter a little less serious. She no longer labors in the library.

“Where are you going, Cat?” Azriel asks as her daughter reaches for the door handle.

“Nyx and the twins and I are going to Rita’s.”

Azriel’s brows furrow. “Weren’t you supposed to transcribe those texts with your mother tonight?”

Catrin frowns and her shoulders slump. “I completely for—“

Gwyn crashes into the room. “No! Go! Enjoy!”

“Are you sure?” Catrin cringes.

“The texts aren’t getting any younger,” Gwyn shrugs. “Go on. Tomorrow.”

Catrin’s eyes brighten and she nods, slipping out the door.

When the door clicks shut, Gwyn swats her mate’s shoulder. “Really, Shadowsinger? After all these years you’re still barging in on other people’s romantic entanglements?”

Azriel tugs his mate into his lap. “Perhaps I’ll romantically entangle myself with you this evening,” he purrs. “Because Adrian is with Mor and Emerie… and Catrin will be gone late into the night.”

And Catrin is indeed gone late into the night.

Nyx watches her with fond amusement. He remarks to himself that she has a habit of “mothering” their group. Particularly by forcing glasses of water on them, ensuring everyone has equal parts water and ale.

She swivels on her stool to face Nyx, then slides the glass down the bar towards him. “Drink.”

The edge of Nyx’s lip curves up. “No.”

Catrin frowns, brows drawing together in consternation. She pushes the drink a little closer to him. “Drink.”

Nyx leans in, his blue eyes dancing. “How about a bargain? I’ll drink the water, if you go and sing.”

Catrin rolls her eyes, glancing at the small platform currently housing a three man band. “I told you my rule about singing. Only in—“

“—In solitude or services,” he finishes. His smirk broadens just enough that he knows his smile has become rakish. “Make an exception tonight.”

“Oh, stop,” Catrin snorts. “I’ve known you more than a year now. That pretty smile won’t work on me.”

Nyx bristles. “It will if you want me to drink the water.”

She huffs, her shadows skittering along her arms. Nyx chuckles, he loves when her shadows get excited. She clenches her fists.

“Some right hand you’ll make,” Nyx drawls. “Can’t even save her High Lord from a hangover…”

“Don’t tease me,” she scoffs. “And don’t start what you can’t finish.”

“Go on, Shadowsinger,” Nyx probes. “Scared?”

“I’m not scared,” grumbles Catrin. “I’m trying to prevent anyone from getting scared.”

“Of the little dance your shadows do?”

“Nyx,” she whines. And when she turns those big blue eyes on him, his sly expression softens. “You don’t understand what it was like. You—“

Nyx grabs the glass and chugs the water, stopping her confession. She’s uncomfortable and she’s sad and he doesn’t want her bearing her soul to him in the middle of a bar.

When he sets down the water, she smiling faintly at him. “Thank you.”

Nyx dips his head, in sketch of a bow, and the night continues on.

Hours and hours later, the twins, Nyx and Catrin sit atop the House of Wind, waiting for the sun to rise.

“Cat.”

“Yeah,” she yawns.

Nyx looks at her, his elbows on his knees. “If I do ever become High Lord, I’d be honored with you as my Spymaster.”

Catrin laughs softly. “You’re drunk.”

“I mean it,” he insists. “No, I mean it, Shadowsinger.”

She leans her head on his shoulder, staring out at the lavender sky. “Well, I’d be honored to be a part of your court, your lordship.”

Nyx groans at the title she’s become so fond of teasing him with, and tilts his head to rest atop hers.

“I wasn’t even ten, when my shadows came,” Catrin says distantly.

And Nyx is suddenly wide awake.

“I was with the other students in the garden, studying. When this swarm of shadows collided with me and… and then stayed.” He hears her take a deep breath. “They were asking me a million questions. All of them were in my head and… and I got scared. And then the other children got scared. And… and…” Her back trembles and Nyx’s arm comes up reflexively, wrapping around her waist. “And they ran and they screamed.”

Nyx can tell she isn’t quite finished even though she pauses. He waits patiently for her to continue.

“The next day,” she sighs, “my father tried to teach me everything he could about my shadows. And he warned me that I needed to be careful of my emotions from then on out when I sang. Because… because my shadows can act on my emotions and interpret them as intent to harm if I’m angry or sad or… what have you.” Finally she looks away from the horizon and directly at Nyx. “I’m not scared of myself. And I know for the most part that nobody is scared of me. But I will never forget the day those other children ran screaming from my shadows. And I’ll never forget they have good reason to.” She grimaces. “So that’s why I hesitate to draw attention to myself. That’s why I won’t sing in public. That’s why I said that you… wouldn’t understand.”

Nyx is quiet for a moment, but then he leans over and presses a rough kiss to her cheek. It’s not intended to be romantic by any means. They are friends. They have been for more than a year. He’s seen her mad and happy and sorrowful and everything in between. Likewise her to him.

But he’s never see her… broken.

“I understand better than you think,” he says in a soft voice.

He holds out his free hand and tendrils of star-kissed night unfurl. They are similar to her shadows in a way. But where hers are like ink dissipating in water and wisps of smoke, his are like… malformed extremities. And unlike her shadows, they don’t seem to have a mind of their own.

“When I was boy and training with my masters, I got very frustrated one day. I can’t remember exactly what I was angry about — I was probably having difficulty with an equation or text or something of that sort,” he says offhandedly. “I felt very hot and then cold and then I couldn’t breathe. I stood up and stumbled away from the table I’d sat at and…” he averted his eyes from her, watching the tendrils dance in his palm, “and I just exploded. Magic burst from my chest and it swallowed the room and I couldn’t stop screaming as more and more of it seemed to pour out of me.” A shake of his head. “Scared me shitless. Scared my tutors shitless. And I knew that because I could hear their thoughts. I could hear their fear.”

He sees Catrin frown out of the corner of his eye, but he continues anyway - for she has been vulnerable with him and the least he can do is return the favor. “My dad showed up. He grabbed me and told me everything was alright. Then I fell asleep. And after that my father was my tutor.”

“Your masters refused to continue your education?” Catrin asks, sadness in her voice.

Nyx shakes his head, recalling the magic into his palm. “No. I refused to go back. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. To scare anyone.” He smiled wryly. “I was intent on being a recluse, but then my father ushered me out of the house. Practically forced me to have fun. To make friends.”

“I imagine that was difficult what with none of us being born yet,” Catrin says with a smile. “You had to make friends with strangers. Convince them to actually like you.”

And Nyx chuckles, before finally turning back to her. “That’s why I left for so long. Because I was worried that whatever I learned may be better learned in exile. Where I couldn’t hurt anyone.” He inches closer to Catrin, the arm around her tightening slightly. “So, Shadowsinger, I understand better than you think.”

They lock eyes and for a moment they are the only two people on this rooftop. Then the twins’ peels of laughter pierce the air. They both straighten and look back to the now pink sky beyond the mountains.

“You do,” Catrin finally says. “Thank you.”

Nyx hums.

“Don’t go rifling around in my thoughts, your lordship.”

A low laugh rumbles Nyx’s chest and Catrin laughs with him.

“I don’t care to know any of your filthy thoughts, Berdara. Don’t you fret.”

“You’re a pig,” she snorts. “A pig and a rake.”

“Ah, but are you charmed, Shadowsinger? My piggishness? My rakish wit? Does it work on you?”

“No, you ass.” Her voice is softer, but light. “Never on me.”

He smiles faintly. “Never on you.”

And they continue to await dawn in companionable silence. Both of them listening to the heavy pounding of the others heart.

And something else neither of them can quite define goes taut between their chests...

Part 4

[enbeebeau]

Cassian’s Hair??

Okay when did we all collectively decide that Cassian wears his hair in the half up man bun? I’m not bashing that at all, but have you considered: Cassian with braids? Like can you imagine Feysand’s daughter learning how to brain and getting really excited and going up to Cassian like, “Uncle Cass! Uncle Cass! Mama taught me how to braid! Can I practice on you?” and obviously he wouldn’t be able to say no to her. It becomes part of their regular interactions. Eventually he picks up on it and will braid her hair too, so they’ll have little spa day like things where they relax and do each other’s hair and just talk about anything and everything (eventually they get Azriel to join them). 

One day he offers to braid Nesta’s hair, she scoffs at him thinking there’s no way he knows how to braid hair better than she can, so she makes a bet with him that she can braid better. Not realizing he’s been braiding Feysand’s daughter’s hair and his own hair for a while now, she is completely blown away at how well he does her hair. He wins the bet, and Nesta is not happy about it.

Okay but this man has mastered the perfect way to keep hair braided back so that it won’t fall out during training. It doesn’t matter if they’re flying or sparing or just working out. That hair won’t budge until you take it out and unbraid it. This also becomes part of his routine with Feysand’s daughter. Every time they train together Cassian will braid back her hair, so it won’t get in her face while they train. She does the same thing for him of course. 

[moonfawnx]

Old Masterlist- 2022 work

Acotar

my ocs

Azriel x reader

perfect

Come back to me

Hatefuck with azriel

threesome azriel and ruhn danaan

Rhysand x reader

A better tomorrow

pleasure kink with rhys

Eris x reader

Pleading and Forgiveness

Adult Nyx x reader

The hand that once held mine pt2

bathing with nyx headcanons

nyx’s kinks

Drapples

Rhazan is away and you spend a night with his mate Sidra(Rhys’s mom) x reader

Jealous ezra punishing you(Nessian daughter x reader)

Rhazan’s kinks

Throne of Glass

Asterin x reader

jealous asterin

[my-fan-side]

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That’s Momma Nesta on their Nessian baby daughter. The what Cassian called “I’ll slay my enemy look” 😂😉☺️

[animezinglife]

Another next gen concept nobody asked for:

The Night Court munchkins--Nyx plus Cassian and Nesta's kid(s)--love when they get to go to Aunt Elain and Uncle Lucien's. They love the ancient, beautiful trees around the property and the sprawling gardens; the nearby ponds stocked with fish and plenty of rocks to skip.

Nyx inherits his mother's artistic eye, and no matter how rowdy he gets as a child when it's time to run and play, he notes every single detail of the forest and those gardens to the point he even notices things Lucien has missed. He does the same even with Elain's garden.

I stand by the Cassian-is-a-girl-dad headcanon, and I fully believe that when/if that ends up being the case, they will have at least one quiet, calm, sweet girl who's maybe even a bit shy and likes to keep to her books.

That's the daughter who beams from ear to ear and truly comes out of her shell when she gets to help Elain bake, and is excited when she even gets to lick the spoon. Elain always lets her take flowers from her garden, and the little girl uses her books to press them and turn them into permanent staples in her room back home.

The kids all love to hear Lucien's stories from the time he's spent among the courts, and love to hear about his travels to the human lands and the Firebird queen. Elain by this point is fully versed in them all, but she'll sit quietly and listen, making sure to catch his eye every now and then and sending a little tug of love or playfulness down the bond.

The kids adore them, and they soak up every minute of being with them.

Nesta and Feyre pretend to be mad when Elain sneaks the kids extra sweets right before sending them home, but never actually are.

And Elain knows it.

(Click here for another next gen headcanon).

[fieldofdaisiies]

💭 and 💕 for the Nessian Week ask game!

💭 — what’s your favorite Nessian headcanon?

That they have a daughter who looks exactly like a little version of Cassian but with Nesta's eyes. She loves to dance like her mother, but also train and fight with the Valkyries and Cassian and Nesta spoil her endlessly. And also love her endlessly.

💕 — what do you think Nessian's love language is?

I think it is touch. I feel like they often don't really know how to speak about what they are feeling and are more the physical typ.

Thank you so much for asking!!

[vidalinav]

You saying "I have this like fic idea where Nessian has like three very strange daughters that no one understands or can handle" instantly summoned me into your ask box 😇 so now you must tell me more about this kid fic idea and pretty please write it 👀

Hmm... I think I wrote a headcanon for this already. But basically it was suppose to follow Preggo My Eggo (which I never really even wrote). They think they're having only one kiddo, but they end up having three. All of them are born without wings and not because they don't have wings, but because they have tucked them away magically since they're only half Illyrian. It takes a very long time for anyone to notice because they don't like showing them with others, only to each other. Cassian finds out when one of them tries to steal a cookie from a jar on a high shelf.

All three of them look very much like Nesta and Lucien is always wary about babysitting specifically. However, they love Lucien and will always try to be babysat by him, especially since it's very easy to get their way because he caves easily. They're all magically gifted... however, they have no sense of control. They tend to have Cassian's attitude about recklessness, so they are the most reckless kids around. If they're missing or the rooms are quiet, they should all be worried.

The youngest's personality is my favorite because she's creepier than the rest. I like to think she has a proclivity for the dead, because she's more like Nesta than the other two. She's very emotional and tends to be standoffish about it or quiet. Tends to sulk a lot and tends to cling to Lucien which he hates but soon grows fond of. Nesta and Cassian tend to have to be more soft with her or more patient, but she's very aware of how people perceive her. So she's a little decepticon. They have a really big issue with her with imaginary friends, because she's always talking about friends that they've never seen or heard, but it turns out that it's just really beasts and monsters she's communicating with. The monsters are more scared of her than she is ever of them.

The middle child is the most troublesome. She just tends to pick up knives a lot sooner than would befit a child. She really likes sharp objects. She pretty much doesn't follow any rule. You can't make her sit still to save her life. She tends to be more of daddy's girl because Cassian lets her get away with more (in the sense that he's like sure you don't have to study, you can come with me and be a warrior instead) because she's more like him, he thinks, and he's a little bit biased. She just tends to be more act first and think about the consequences later. She's more Illyrian than the rest but in like a spirit/vibes way. However, she tends to land herself into a lot of trouble, because she's also maybe too curious. She wants to see what's in the mountains, know why people harbor these specific superstitions. But because she's curious, she tends to be the reason why a lot of situations are resolved just by pure accident.

The eldest is... let's say if Nesta didn't take responsibility (if we're going with that argument) the eldest takes maybe too much responsibility. She tends to have Nesta's traits that are very... casual over achiever ish and tends to be maybe more morally righteous. She's prideful, smart mouthed, quick and sharp. As a child, she just tends to be the one who argues more. About everything. She can be a little bit snooty and say things that are maybe not exactly what she meant, because she's very quick to respond. She's got more fae-ish powers, tends to be more high fae stereotypically. She loves rules, but she tends to love learning how to twist them in a way that satisfies whatever she wants. Nesta and Cassian have to be more stern about bargain making with her, since she's very obsessed with people owing her favors.

So basically, they have three identical looking daughters where one is more fae, one is more Illyrian, and one is more... other, or cauldron-y. They of course like to switch with each others identities but it's slightly easy to tell them apart since they are very different.

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I love the headcanon that the nessian daughter is going to have a stuffed animal called Bryaxis

[hellogoodbye14]

Masterlist

Feysand

Feysand Mafia Series

Feysand Mafia - Part 1 

Feysand Mafia - Part 2 

Feysand Mafia - Part 3

Feysand Mafia - Part 4

Feysand Mafia - Part 5

Feysand Mafia - Part 6

One Shots 

Say it (Smut) 

Cravings (Pregnant Feysand) 

Staying (Pre-bond) 

Jealousy Jealousy 

The games we play

She’s his everything (Post Acotar)

The Connection (Post Acotar)

Belong (Post Acotar/ IC fluff)

Feysand what if labour 

I’m a mess! (Pregnant Feysand/ IC/ Sisters/ Smut)

All things Bickering and Chaos.. What’s New (Feysand and kids household)

A Game of Chess - 500 Followers Celebration

Gwynriel

Veiled Silhouettes Series

Veiled Silhouettes - Part 1

Veiled Silhouettes - Part 2

Veiled Silhouettes - Part 3

Veiled Silhouettes - Part 4

Veiled Silhouettes - Part 5

Veiled Silhouettes- Part 6

Just Leave Series

Just Leave- Part 1

Just Leave - Part 2

Just Leave - Part 3 

The List Series

The List - Part 1

I Challenge You Series

I challenge you - Part 1

I challenge you - Part 2

I challenge you - Part 3

You decide what I deserve?

You decide what I deserve? Part 1- Elucien/Gwynriel

You decide what I deserve Part 2- Gwynriel

One Shots 

Chef to the rescue? 

Fake Proposals

Being with me

Being with me - Bonus

Stay with me 

Night Court Ball

Lazy Days - Gwynriel/Nyx

Elucien

It’s Time Series

It’s time - Part 1 

It’s time - Part 2

It’s time - Part 3

One Shot

You decide what I deserve?- Elucien/Gwynriel

Nessian

One Shot

You’re in labour?! (Pregnant Nessian/ IC and Valkyrie chaos)

Inner Circle/Vakyries/Nyx

IC Fluff/Babies fluff

Solstice - IC/Valkyries

Inner circle babysits 

Nyx rides a bike - Feysand

Nyx’s first words Part 1 

Nyx’s first words Part 2

Feysand babysitting Nessian/Gwynriel girls

Uncle Az’s reputation down the drain

Cuffed who now? - Feysand/Nyx/Bat boys

Bat boys babysit for two minutes

Amren and Nyx - Edna Mode and Jack Jack

A brotherhood again united - Bat boys (Post Acotar)

Daredevil Nyx

Girl Dad Rhys 

Swear Jar - Nyx

Where do babies come from? - Gwynriel/Uncle Rhys

Nightmares - Feysand/Nyx fluff

Fun IC/Valkyrie

Never Have I Ever - IC

Role play anyone?

Drunk Gwynsand Duo - Gwynsand brotp

Happy Birthday Rhys!

Fancy a game of paintball?

Gwynsand 

You fight because you survived Part 1- Gwynsand brotp

You fight because you survived Part 2- Gwynsand brotp 

We are the rock against which the surf crashes - Gwynsand one shot

Pre-Acotar IC

It should have been me - Pre Acotar Rhys (sad fic)

Short

The beauty of Feyre

Two overprotective Males - Feysand/Nyx/Cass

Cockblocked 

Damn kid keeps winnowing - Aunty Mor/ Feysand

Living for himself - Feysand/Nyx/Amren

Heavy is the head that wears the crown - Rhys/Adult Nyx

Feysand parents to IC 

Colour in the darkness- Feysand/Nyx

It’s tradition - Feysand/Nyx

Where’s my stuff? - Feysand/Nyx

Sneak In- Teen Nyx/Feysand 

Vacation gone wrong 

Randoms and Headcanons 

Get the healer! - Feysand/Nyx

Feyre will kill you - Mor/Cass/Nyx

Mom rights - Feysand/Nyx

I spy the spymaster

Rhys Matchmaker 

Mission Moremerie - Feyre and Nesta 

Hold this - Rhysand/Nessian/Nyx

Pranksters - Gwynriel 

What boy - Dad Rhys and Uncles

Rhys detests cinderella - Gwynriel daughter