#nyx anon

[hmshermitcraft]

Hello nyx anon here requesting some soft stuff with like scar and grian helping when you're just both overwhelmed and disassociated I am having a rough go at it lol

One thing Grian and Scar learned early on in their relationship is that there will be stretches where there is complete radio silence from each other. It's not intentional, but it happens due to all their respective projects.

This was never as apparent as during the Turf War. Sure they were technically "enemies" during it, but they usually tried to check in fairly often with each other out of costume. Grian has to go to the town hall one night; Scar hasn't responded to any of his messages for two days now, and something is wrong.

He finds his boyfriend on the verge of tears at his desk, his hair mussed up, and a stack half the height of Grian on his desk.

They make a small pillow fort underneath the massive desk and curl up together, taking a well deserved break.

[yan-randomfandom]

I LOVED THE WAY YOU GOT NYX'S CHARACTER! honestly might request more if that's okay with you LMAO ig like nyx with a fairy who's also a scout fairy or something

Yandere!Nyx x Scoutfairy!GN!Reader

a/n; YOU'RE OFFICIALLY MY FIRST FIC OF THE YEAR NYX ANON SJWJES also the way this was back drafted in august 29 😢

The leader of the scoutfairy team—utterly loyal to her people. From what we've seen, if she deems something as a threat, she can be overbearing and undeniably dangerous. Now you just gotta try and imagine if she's devoted to one person.

And you, being that person, can actually handle yourself pretty well. A member of her specialized team of scoutfairies.

You were trained by someone else—it was only then you were transferred to Nyx when your exceptional capabilities were recognized.

Her newfound fellow comrade, soldier, and friend. By all means, you belonged to her.

... Huh?

Nyx is not sure when exactly she started feeling for you. Maybe it's the way your personalities contrasted so perfectly. Maybe the subtle differences in your beliefs, giving her fresh perspectives. Maybe she just likes your company.

Nevertheless, one thing became clear: you're by her side almost every moment of the day.

Going on patrol? You're paired up together. A mission? If not as a pair, you're specifically assigned to her group. Meeting with the queen? Well, you're there as her assistant. Training? You got it.

During a battle, Nyx was sent flying from an impact—only to land in your arms. You carried her with a gentle yet firm grip as you tried to get her to safety.

Now, this wasn't something new. Nyx had done the same to countless other fairies, but she supposed it was rarely done to her.

The feeling of being protected. She never thought that the receiving end of it would feel so... nice. (or maybe only because it came from you.)

Nyx would return the favor. She saves your butt, and you save hers. Hah... Sometimes, she's not even sure if she's doing it on purpose.

You're very much aware of her tendencies by now—that's what happens when you're stuck together like glue. If some inconvenience happens and you're separated from Nyx, you're not even sure if you're worried for her, or of her.

Whenever you reunite, she never fails to seem frantic, panicked, and almost desperate.

You hesitate how to move forward from whatever point you're on. It just feels like she doesn't want you to leave her side at all.

And if you have a near death experience... Trust. You would never hear the end of it .

message for nyx anon: i think ur pretty chill btw ,,, also i think ur the one following my other acc or is that too forward to say . . .. me when im guessing anons fr 😔✊

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey its the nyx anon

so erm

its been a while 😭

me and M are still together going strong with our eighteen month anniversary literally tmrw and my friendgroup is still stable which is great

heres my issue: i found out that i have pots. And that i was diagnosed when i was eight and my parents just…. Never told me so thats fun!

also?? It’s extremely probable i also have ibs?? Im off school today because i had such bad abdominal pain that i couldnt walk and i had to get picked up

ive had a history of getting stuff like this when i get too stressed or eat spicy foods and my parents were like “yeah you probably hahe it but we wont take you to the doctors its fine” bearing in mind i live in britain so iTS NOT EVEN LIKE WE HAVE TO PAY WE HAVE A DOCTORS OFFICE IN OUR VILLAGE WALKING DISTANCE AWAY HVAHDHS

ALSO????? This weekend is the anniversary of my grandma passing and she was pretty much my only adult family member who completelt accepted me no matter what and so im like really sad because i miss her so much and the rest of my family just ignores tje parte of me they dont like and i have mocks next week too and the grades i get affect which sixth forms i get into ajd ugh

i am not having a fun and funky time rn 😭

That's....so frustrating that your parents didn't tell you. Like how are you supposed to take care of yourself?

I'm also so sorry about your grandma. Please feel free to tell me more about her in my inbox if you want to send me happy memories!

And happy anniversary to you and M!

[readychilledwine]

The Art of a Dress

Summary - After commissioning you to make some of his mother's designs come to life, Rhysand faces the reality that artwork is more than what's painted on Feyre's canvas and even fabric can envoke memory.

Warnings - Parenting, children, vague mention of death, angsty-ish, Liz not doing the Venus and Junon dresses justice, platonic reader relationship

A/n - The first of my Christmas fics that don't center around Christmas. I was inspired to write this after talking to @daycourtofficial . It's how I imagine Feysand having a daughter will go.. Her and Feyre would constantly coordinate or match outfits. They'd be that mommy daughter duo.

✨️Master Masterlist✨️

Starfall.

Rhysand was beyond ready for Starfall. The cherished holiday had begun to mean so much more than just the traveling of souls across the sky almost 7 years ago.

Specifically because of the little girl holding his hand, her long dark hair bouncing with each step as his son and Feyre walked behind them, warm cups of hot chocolate in hand. Nyx had grown into a handsome young male at 20 years old, turning and winking at his little sister as she held Rhysand's hand.

“Do you think y/n got the dress perfect, daddy?” Deep blue eyes looked up at him as Lenora looked up at him. Her sweet face was etched in concern.

Rhysand only felt his lips twitch up, thinking of his long time friend. You had been trained as a seamstress by his mother, and your designs had quickly become demanded all across the Night Court. Fashion was art to you, it held no boundaries, no limitations. It was self expression, freeing.

For that reason, you were the only one he trusted to create the twin gowns he had found in his mother's sketch book. “Without a doubt, starlight,” he said to her. “It is probably better than we imagined.”

“It's just my big birthday,” she whispered, almost afraid you would disappoint her.

“Every year is your big birthday, Lala” Nyx rolled his eyes before opening the doors to white shop filled with many windows. Each window had a different display. Gowns and decor showing off y/n's skills and mastery of the craft.

You had opened today just for the High Lord and his family. The Inner Circle was already all seated as you locked the doors and then hugged Feyre, “I think we start with you, momma,” you said to her. “I need to talk to Rhysand really quick if you three want to head back,” you motioned towards the velvet sitting area for Nyx and then the dressing room for Feyre.

Lenora had already run to Azriel, picked up in his arms as you looked at Rhysand. “So, we need to have a gentle talk.”

Rhysand gave you a playful shoulder shove, “Price is no concern. I know you probably put in a lot of effort.”

“It's not about price. It's about Lenora. These dresses were originally designed for your mom and sister. Who your daughter looks a lot like.”

Rhysand brushed it off, having mentally prepared, at least he thought, “I'll be okay.”

You only nodded. “Then we should start.” You followed Feyre only laughing as you saw her face. The dresses you had been given to design were works of true artistry and would fall into the history of Night Court iconic moments.

The dress was a deep rich black with a fairly simple top. A straight strapless neckline with black beading that was heavier towards the top and faded to the drop waist. Two solid panels of matching black fabric at the top and on the waist.

The skirt was where the magic began.

The skirt was layered with elongated scallop shapes that felt almost flower petals like. Each one had silver and purple jewels and sequins sewn into the edges and up. Even the train matched the details, not a single spot looking out of place.

You had spared no expense on this dress, which, to Feyre, meant her daughter's matching dress would be just as fantastic.

Feyre was silent except for the occasional emotional huff of air as you pulled up the hidden zipper. “Is it comfortable,” you asked softly.

“Yes. Not even nearly as heavy as I expected.”

You nodded at her statement, “The fabric is from Scythia. It is so buttery soft it's extra gentle on your skin. I won't get into the details on the sequins and jewel work with you. Your dear husband.. spent far too much money getting me the ones he wanted for quality.”

The High Lady nodded, “Can we show them?” You helped her step down before opening the curtain. It was a collective gasp as the first of two dresses made its debut.

Rhysand immediately circled his mate like a hawk, checking the quality of the beading placement, the cuts of each scalloped edge. “Fantastic,” he finally approved. “You look beautiful, Feyre Darling.”

Feyre was all smiles before glancing at Lenora, “I imagine you don't want to wait to see yours?”

“No,” the princess immediately ran into the dressing room, making you laugh as you pulled the curtain and began helping her.

Her dress was similar to Feyre's, only adapted to fit her slender and youthful self. This dress had heavy black beading on the strapless top. This dress had a scalloped edge neckline that seemed to melt into the drop waist. The skirt had an over layer, scallops that matched Feyre's in color and design, only this dress had one layer before falling into full shining black tulle skirts. The back was your favorite part. Those scallops continued in the back, that petal look and texture running just the train of the princess-like gown. You and Rhysand had selected this to be Lenora’s dress for weight reasons, and as you zipped her up, you didn't regret that choice.

You glanced at the little princess in the mirror, “Do you love it?”

“Yes,” her excited scream had the room beyond them laughing.

“Is it comfortable?”

“Yes!” She ran out then, you laughing as she did and barely making it to the curtain.

She had expected joy, smiles, and laughter. She was welcomed with silence, with Azriel immediately having to leave the room, Cassian squeezing his hands together. Amren and Mor touched Feyre and Nyx, indicating for them to follow the two of them out.

Rhysand had prepared, he told himself as his hands shook. He had mentally readied himself to see his daughter in this gown. Yet that preparation failed in comparison to seeing what he was looking at.

Cassian stood, “I'm so sorry,” he left the room, tears beginning to fall.

“Its not you,” you murmured to Lenora as her little lip trembled. “Shh. It's not you. Give daddy a second.”

Rhys closed his eyes before walking over and kneeling down to her. Lenora broke the silence, “Is it ugly?”

“Mother no,” his voice was breaking. “I'm so sorry baby. This Isn't the reaction you deserved you just-” he looked up at you before taking a deep breath to continue. “You look like your auntie.”

“Like Auntie Ness or Auntie Elain," she glared. There was a right answer.

“No. Like my sister. Like Evangeline.”

The almost 7 year old felt her little face falling. She knew her dad had a sister. One who was gone. But she didn't know the reason why. “Is that why you're all sad?”

“They aren't sad,” you whispered before leaving. "Trust me, dove.

Rhysand thanked your intervention silently. It gave him a moment to process and breathe. “You look so beautiful and grown up,” he studied her face. His daughter wasn't the spitting image of him. No, Lenora was his sister. That same fierceness in her eyes. The same emotional need for approval. That same desire. He had not seen it before, but something about this dress highlighted it.

Cassian was the first to return, “I'm sorry,” he said to Lenora. “I needed a second. I hope you can forgive an emotional old male.”

“Do you think I'm pretty,” she brightened up.

“Oh absolutely. Prettiest girl I've ever seen.” Only Rhysand knew the significance of that sentence. Of who it was last said to. “Might have to tell Ness she needs a new Starfall date and keep you all to myself all night.”

Lenora made a little shocked face before cuddling with Rhysand, “But daddy promised me a dance.”

“I'd surrender you once to your dad. Then all Uncle Cass time,” his voice and smirk were playful though it didn't reach those almost sad eyes. Cassian hugged Lenora, taking the healing that came with that contact and sighing softly “Give Uncle Azzy a few more minutes. Y/n is talking to him.”

And a few more minutes is what it took. Azriel entered with a small box in hand. A little tiara you had paid Neve to make to match Lenora’s dress inside. He wordlessly turned his niece to face the mirror before opening the box and placing the amethyst and grey diamond tiara into her long dark curls. His hands then went to her little shoulders resting there. “Do you know how much we all love you,” Azriel asked her.

“More than the stars?”

All three males nodded. “You look so much like her,” Azriel's voice was tight. “And that is a special thing. Your aunt was a light in darkness. Her smile and laughter brought unmatched happiness when your dad, Cassian, and I needed it most.”

“And now you do,” Rhysand told her, finishing Azriel's thought while squeezing his brother's bicep. “You are perfect, my little love.”

Lenora smiled at herself in the mirror, then as Nyx entered in the suit that coordinated with his baby sister. Her brother wasted no time bringing added excitement to the room by carefully picking her up and standing in the mirror. “We are good looking.”

“Very,” Lenora giggled. “You're handsome.”

“You're breath-taking.”

The three older males watched the sight silently. Feyre joined them again and rested her head on Rhysand's bicep. Mor entered again, still wiping tears. Amren only smiled as she came in with you.

Nyx was still talking to Lenora, pointing at things in the mirror to show his little sister details she missed. The older fae were all silent, this moment closing a wound that they'd hoped was long forgotten.

Nyx, the very image of his father. Lenora the very image of her long gone aunt.

Rhysand finally cleared his throat, “Nyx, let your mother stand by Lala. I want to see the dresses side by side.” The princeling nodded and set his sister down, standing with a hand out to help Feyre onto the pedestal.

“Stunning,” Mor said first. “They're fantastic.”

“Artwork,” Amren flatly said. “These gowns are artwork. They will need to immediately be put in your family archives, High Lord.” A murmur of agreement filled the room, your face flushing.

“You did amazing,” Azriel whispered in your ear. “We had a little doubt this time around with how she drew these.”

“Me too,” You admitted. “I definitely did too.”

Lenora looked gorgeous the next night, faelights twinkling off the jewels on her and Feyre's gown. Nyx currently was waltzing with Feyre. The two of them were only outshined by the birthday girl on her very special day. Her and Rhysand were swaying, her father having picked her up to do so. “I love my dress, daddy.”

He hummed, “I love it too. Happy birthday, my starlight.”

“Thank you,” she leaned her head into him. “Its the most special birthday.”

“The most special birthday for my most special girl,” he said. “Always my most special girl.”

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[impish-baby]

OK, I came up with this idea and I would love your take on it. How about a yandere hero and yandere villain duo for a vigilante who is newer to the game and is close to anti-hero territory?(possibly killing people)(I keep picturing the hero blaming the villain for all of the reader’s faults)

Totally fine if you don’t want to do this

-🌙

You're not as brave as you where at the start - platonic yandere villian and hero x vigilante reader - 🎭

"You bastard."

Eos seems completely unfazed by the snarled insult, inspecting their nails like the city's number one hero wasnt glaring daggers at them. It's scary, Nyx could squish your head like a grape if he wanted to but they act like he's nothing but a pest.

"Please be mindful of the child in the vicinity if you're going to use such foul language." They tut, shaking their head at the hero's uncouth behavior. "Honestly.."

Nyx sputters, glancing between you both in disbelief, it makes you wish the ground would just upon up and swallow you whole. It's bad enough you're on the radar for being a vigilante, the last thing you need is to be associated with Eos.

"Y- You're going to try to tell me off for cursing when you murdered someone in front of them?" Nyx clenches his fists, "Bullshit! You dont have any right to act all holier than thou to me."

A plethora of emotions rage through your mind, heart stopping terror at first then confusion at the accusation thrown at the villian.

Eos obviously knows by the way they shoot you a wink before regarding the hero again, "Oh, that? A silly little mistake." They place a hand over their heart in a show of remorse, "Poor dear just showed up at a bad time. Truly a pity.."

It looks like nyx is going to pop a blood vessel with how hard he's clenching his jaw, a vein bulging out in the man's forehead. You can't help but shrink behind Eos at the sight of his anger, the villain happily accepting being your shield for the present moment. Nyx looks.. almost hurt when you shy away from him, faltering in his aggressive demeanor.

"O- Oh, kid, I'm sorry. Why don't you just come here? I know they may have made it seem like they're your friend, but I promise you, they aren't." Eros frowns, scooping you into their arms so you can't go anywhere, not like you would've in the first place.

"How rude, trying to poison my own child's view of me. Not very heroic.."

The furry on Nyx's face is indescribable as he unsheathes his sword. "Excuse me?"

[velidewrites]

“You made a death bargain,” he says, and it’s like an accusation.

His mother’s eyes—his eyes—well up with tears. “Yes.”

— POV you’re Nyx finding out about your parents’ bargain :’)

[asleepyy]

LET THEM KISS AND GET MARRIED 😭😭😭

jophiel is on the case, not to worry

well, as long as good omens has a happy ending, so will oopsie!omens....

[genericpuff]

Question but is Thanatos still Hades son in LR?

[donttouchhadesbaklava]

i think I’d die for your Nyx design

I will just leave this here, some more concept art!

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

hey so can i get uhh Charlie, Vaggie and Lucifer spend a day in modern day LA and Charlie and Vaggie lose Lucifer for several hours only to find him in the park playing with ducks like a Disney princess. surrounded by influencers.

Okay sorry it's short but honestly wasn't sure what to do as I'm an English girl and no city experience....

Charlie was frantically running around calling her dad's name, panicked as she wanders the streets getting dragged back onto the sidewalk by Vaggie before she could run out into the traffic.

Vaggie: "Charlie, it's your dad, he'll be okay, he has far more experience up here than us and he's the king of hell, it's not like anything could hurt him. Let's just go and have some ice cream I'm sure we'll either find him or he'll find us before it's time to leave."

Charlie worried but seeing the logic takes a deep breath, her smile straining.

Charlie: "Y-you're right, we should enjoy our day, I'm sure dad will be fine, just fine."

Charlie was honestly wishing she'd been able to bring Alastor for their errands instead now, at least he's not as easily led astray.

Finding the nearest ice cream parlour they sit out front on the few bistro tables overlooking a park just enjoying the sun, although the smell and noise wasn't the best it was still better than hell.

There's a commotion coming from the park and Charlie and Vaggie give each other a look.

Charlie is out of her seat and running before Vaggie can react.

Aaannnd there he was...

Jacket off, shirt sleeves and trousers rolled up, shoes and socks missing.

Lucifer, in the pond...

Playing with the ducks, one perched on his head, a happy smile on his face as he laughs at a 'cute little guy' trying to peck his hand for getting too close.

There are several people on benches recording, and some even so bold as to stand as close as possible filming and trying to get his attention for their 'vlogs'.

Lucifer however only has eyes for his 'daughters' and tries to wave them in as a flock of ducks swim around him in a synchronised circle.

Lucifer: "Look girls, I found the ducks!"

He chuckles as the one on his head joins the rest in swimming and the crowd clap like it's some sort of planned stunt.

Finally after several minutes coaxing they get Lucifer out of the pond and onto dry land, his jacket in hand and padding along on bare feet.

Followed by his seemingly new adoring fans, which is going to pose a problem when it comes to getting home.

Charlie: "What were you thinking, we're supposed to not attract attention." She hisses, although can't keep the smile off her own face, Vaggie having a crisis over his missing shoes however does see the humour in it all.

Lucifer: "Charlie don't you worry about it, I have a few tricks up my sleeves, it'll be fine, besides the ducks needed me... I err... May have subtly cleaned the pond of its pollution..."

Charlie: "DAD!"

Lucifer: "I know, I know, but I couldn't leave them to suffer, have you seen this place, I just had to give them their best chance... M-Vaggie gets it... Right Vaggie?"

Vaggie sighs, but the pleading look on Lucifer's face is too much like Charlie's.

Vaggie: "Yes sir, it's their home after all."

Lucifer throws his arms around both of their waists as they walk, and as they round a corner they're gone, before the public see anything...

People search around in confusion but can't find the 'Duck Diva' anywhere, social media videos and footage seems to corrupt when played and there's no proof that anything happened other than word of mouth.

All was 'fine'.

[a-v-j]

what are the markings on Noax’s arms? Are they just tattoos or?

Yes, yes they are tattoos( credit to @nyxus-nyx )

Whoops-

How did that last one get in there

[yan-randomfandom]

nyx anon back :P are you able to write for Ada Wong from Resident Evil? Maybe just some general headcanons or a one shot? I guess maybe with a reader who's her client or boss idk I just really like ur work!

I'm just gonna answer rn because omg 🤕 NYX ANON YOU'RE STILL HERE 🥹

your scoutfairy request is still here with me.... catching cobwebs in my drafts, ready to get written,, but i fail to go back 😭

and sadly i know nothing about RE or Ada Wong, so it might take a while.. probably even never,, but thank you sm for trusting me still! 💗 i'm gon try tho for sure!!

[my-castles-crumbling]

nyx anon here!!

its my 16 month anniversary with my gf M today and ilhsmsmsmms but im sick so i couldnt see her ☹️☹️

but its okay bc im seeing her tmrw and i can do my plan then 🤭🤭

ahhh what's your plan? happy belated anniversary!

[yearningaces]

The concept of Nyx’s Partner being a hunter is so interesting to me. Like Nyx is in danger? Boom! Whatever animal is attacking is immediately dealt with. Nyx wants some clothes to keep him warm? He now has an entire collection of furs and coats at his disposal. I just wanna give him and his family all that I can offer~💖

- 🪩 Anon

And they will forever adore you- their own special human!

For some fun, little ideas I keep rotating in my brain:

Rabbit-hybrids are small, like... 3/4ths the size of the average human at best.

They tend to live in burrows together or at least burrow side by side(hobbit-esk design if you need a visual)

This means, the bunny-folks home is tiny compared to a human. And once Nyx's family gets to know you, how gentle you are with their Nyx and with them as extention? Well, that practically makes you family already! Not like Nyx will ever leave your side, everyone in his family can see how enamored he is.

So what do they do? They make you your own chair at the supper table, larger and stronger to support you. They make silverware and dishes that are more your size, grandpa bun even crochets you a blanket twice the size of his normal ones so you can be cozy when staying there too

Grandpa bun, ever the burrow bun(as opposed to house husband) will also try to learn how to cook different sorts of meats for you. It's clumsy at first, but Nyx(who's been studying this like he's in fucking Harvard) helps and Grandpa bun has a good steak and skewers and chicken cooked like a pro

The younger rabbit-hybrids want to play chase and who better to play than the big scary human that they know is super nice? They will swarm you. They might just grab onto a leg or an arm and hang on, just keep walking it's fine it's entertainment.

The elders will want to ask you about your instincts, ones that don't seem useful to you but to them is life changing. What do you mean you have standoffs with other creatures and the first to move breaks the standoff? What do you mean you just throw your weight around to get what needs done done. You can see in the dark? To an impressive degree to them. So if you were hunting and the prey did this what would you do? For no reason other than their own knowledge of course.

The buns your age can be the most weary, they're old enough to know danger, but too young to recognize peace without a plethora of proof. Give them time and you'll be part of the gossip group, it's worth the wait I promise

Nyx will have to fight his own kin away so he can have you all to himself... For a few minutes at least. Just hold his hand, let him sit in your lap and he'll be happy.

Also, humans are carnivorous leaning omnivores. Predators in nature we could say. Any big predator needs naps. The buns are energetic to the nines but the first time you've visiting Nyx's family and you fall asleep on that soft couch? Lounging across it, blissfully sleeping?

It doesn't take long for Nyx to find you, crawl up to lay on your toreso, curling up and falling asleep... Then the young buns gather around, some trying to lay on or next to you, some sprawled on the back of the couch. The young adult buns are next, laying a blanket on the pile, maybe one or two joining but most lounge around the couch. Eventually the elders join as well. Seated in their respective spots and relaxing too.

Human designated nap time is the unspoken burrow law now, so don't be too surprised when you wake to that whole situation.

Welcome to the family!

Oh, and Nyx is total burrow bun material. Learned to cook the foods you enjoy as a human, concerts your home into a nice mix of bunny and human styles for the most comfort, and is pretty much bouncing by the door waiting for you to come home so he can literally jump into your arms, and that's if he didn't leave the house with you.

[secretsimpleness]

hi, new follower here for the exquisite ME fanart, have you played supergiant games' hades? pretty sure that's something i'd love to see in your style

Thank you for the kindness! Regarding Hades, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that it's not my type of game, gameplay-wise. I usually don't enjoy combat for its own sake. The good news is that I did some research, because in this instance I'm perfectly fine with watching someone else suffer with combat. So, at the very least, I did some scribbles for you based on my findings :)

[nyxe-dragonetti]

Nxye dearest :)

-@olioil1904

Nyxe uses the Theatrical Voice.

Arianna! Oh, how I did miss you!