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acourtofladydeath · 21 days

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Poly+ ACOTAR Week Day 1: Beginnings

All his life Nyx has been raised by his parents, Rhysand and Feyre, and their mate Tamlin. One day he decides to ask him mom how their bonds snapped and she is more than happy to oblige.

Inspired by the storytelling in "The Princess Bride" and "How I Met Your Mother" this is angsty, fluffy fun.

So excited to kick off the first day of @polyacotarweek with one of my favorite trios, Feytamsand. Start reading below, or read the entire fic on AO3 here!

“Mom!” I shouted through the hall of the River House. It was her day off, which probably meant she was painting. The River House had a state of the art studio for her to work in, but she typically painted wherever inspiration struck. Which means she could be anywhere.

The house was entirely too large. Something I loved growing up when I wanted to hide, but hated when I needed to find them. Sure, we could mind speak, but once I walked in on my parents having daemati sex, something I literally didn't know existed before then. After that, I refused to communicate that way unless there was an emergency.

“In here Nyxie!” She called back from the library at the end of the hall. It had a huge window overlooking the Sidra and sunset. Throughout the day light cast through the window, ricocheting through the room. As it traveled it glanced across the wide array of books, some gilded and some plain, painting the floor in its own way. With the kaleidoscope of colors and dancing light, it was one of mom’s favorite spots to paint. Aunt Nes spent most of her time here when she visited, but today it was just mom.

“What’s up, baby?” Mom said as I walked in. Covered head to toe in paint, she turned to look at me and wiped even more on her apron and one of her mate’s old shirts. Now which one, I wasn’t quite sure. But judging by those giant, billowy sleeves and the gauzy white linen fabric I had a pretty good guess.

“I’m not a baby anymore,” I scoffed from the doorway. There was no way I’d get any closer to her like this. Last time she hugged me while painting it took three baths to get it all off and my clothes had to be burned.

“Nyx you are thirteen, you are definitely still my baby. Even a hundred years from now you’ll still be my baby. I’m your mother, that’s how it goes.” She smiled softly at me then, one of those smiles that told me she was thinking about the past and the future all at once. They were my favorites.

“What did you need? Or did you just want to watch me paint?” My mom asked, slight worry in her eyes. I’d never been great at schooling my expressions like dad was, mom and I had that in common. We both wore our emotions on our sleeves for all to see.

I sighed, settling in to ask the question that had been gnawing at me for some time now. “One of the kids at school said something today that bothered me,” I rubbed at the muscles in the back of my neck with one hand, my gaze cast down on the floor as I tried to find the right words.

It took me several long breaths, but mom waited patiently even as I felt her own anxiety build. “They said…” I let out a long sigh, there really was no good way to say this. “They said it’s not fair that I have two High Lords for parents, or for you to have two mates. And it’s not the first time, either.”

Mom wrung her apron uneasily between her paint streaked hands, her art now completely forgotten as she focused on me. “I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this love. We knew people might say things like this, Nyx. I wish I had better answers for you, but the Mother gave your fathers and I each two mates.” She looked up at me with apology in her eyes, something I never intended and didn’t need to hear from her again. “I never wanted it to affect you negatively though.”

“I know mom, and I know we’ve talked it to death.” I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “It’s just still a lot, you know?” A thought struck me then. I knew my parents were all mates, I knew they’d met around the time of Amarantha’s reign under the mountain. We’d had a lot of conversations that time so I wasn’t caught off guard if other kids or parents mentioned it, but still…

“How’d you all find out anyway?”

Mom cocked her head slightly to the side, her brow furrowed just a bit. “What do you mean?”

“How’d you find out you’re all mates? I mean, we’ve talked about the mountain and how you met them, but I’ve never really heard the full story of how your bonds snapped.”

A secretive smile slid across her face then, and my mom straightened her head toward me. “Would you like to hear the full story? I think you’re old enough now.”

“Only if you promise to spare the gross bits…” I said, internally cringing as the unbidden image of mentally walking in on them flashed through my mind again. Fighting back a shudder at the memory I continued, "But I am pretty curious.” I smiled slightly, and her own brightened wide enough to light the whole room.

“Are you too old to sit on mom’s lap for story time? I can change out of my paint clothes first, I know you’ve taken after your dad with how much you care for your clothes.” she asks, humor alight in her words.

I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks as I answer. “Definitely too old for sitting on your lap…but maybe not for the couch…” She knew what I meant. When I had bad dreams or hard days at school, sometimes I’d lay on the couch, head in her lap. It felt too juvenile to use the word ‘cuddles’ but I guess that’s what it was. A kid’s allowed to cuddle his mom right?

A few minutes later, mom was back wearing leggings and one of her favorite sweaters. She sat on the couch next to the big window in the library and patted the seat next to her, warmth filling the space between us. I pushed off the wall from where I stood and went to join her. As I settled in, she began her story. “Alright Nyx, let’s start from the beginning. Here’s the story of how I met your fathers.”

Continue reading at the first cut on AO3.

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nyxus-nyx-2 · 7 months

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HEY YA NYXXXXY

Nyxy: “Hello stranger! You’re a friend of Nyx right? How’s fascinating.”

#nyxy rambles #Nyxy answers #Nyxy sona #nyxy halfbreed

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keeperthemultiversemom · 8 months

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🌸Strawberry doodle ! 🌸

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#welcome home au #welcome home #whmultiverse #ask peacekeeper poppy #keeper poppy au #multiverse mom #peacekeeper poppy #hey Nyxie is here too !#doodles #strawberry #strawberry outfit #idk how to answer to this ask #but i tried #Nyxie my beloved #she's adorable as always #little silly gal #welcome home oc #wh oc #wh au

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arikihalloween · 11 days

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Welcome Home × Wakfu AU ramble

The people have spoken, Wakfu AU comes first !

What's Wakfu AU ?

Set in the universe of the mmorpg games and serie Wakfu, Welcome Home is a little guild of adventurers of all kinds known for their adventures (and misadventures) !

Starting off by answering this question by @gaypyro

Home is not a Shushu possessing a house ( that felt overdone, since Luis exist lol )

Home is a Xelor, adoptive father of Sally and Wally, and owner of the guild. He took under his roof many promising adventurers, and seems quite entertained by their antics. Despite his looks, he's pretty friendly, and loves a good joke or bonding moment with the guild members. ( Just don't get him mad ! We don't know what would happen then 👀)

Sally is a dramatic young xelor adopted by Home. She received a full huppermage education as well, and will boast about it whenever she can, making it a whole show. Rather than time, she has particular interest in the stars and astral readings.

Wally is the second son of Home. He has no affiliation to any god, he just lives his life, going on adventures with his best friend Barnaby, an oujinak.

Julie is a iop that was raised in a Sadida family. Hyper energetic, curious and playful, she tends to run in fights head first ! When she's not adventuring with Frank and Eddie, you'll find her hanging out with Wally, Howdy or Sally.

Frank is a feca that specialised in shield magic, to cover Julie while they get into fights. However, he's not above throwing a good punch, and thus Eddie often has to drag the two back to the guild as they are injured or bruised all over. Frank is a curious fellow, who loves knowledge. Julie helps him identify the new plants they encounter.

Eddie is a sacrier, who tried his best to appear calm, although he's often pretty anxious. He generally travels with Julie and Frank, getting the two out of fights more often than not. He likes traveling and discovering new locations !

Howdy is an osamoda merchant, who joined the guild to try adventuring after his old shop was destroyed in a fight, although he can't really get rid of his old ways ... Poppy is his trusted dragodinde companion, who gained sentience after one of Sally's messed up spells ! Poor Poppy is quite the anxious animal, but she finds comfort in the guild's cheerful atmosphere.

And finally, we have Nyxie ( because I have to include her and Suave haha) as an eliatrope !

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And that's all the characters I've done so far !

I've also included Bailey as a baby dragodinde and and the Joyful family !

Don't hesitate if you have more questions, headcanons, ideas of situations and adventures for those sillies, etc !

I had fun designing everyone, although some characters gave me troubles

Turns out it's hard to apply different species, logic and cultures to muppets from the 70s /j

I tried to keep them easy to recognise while making them more adapted to the wakfu world

It's just a silly AU to do silly comics and jokes ! Completly angst free, just a calm lil heaven of sillyness

I hope you liked it !

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nyxelestia · 27 days

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Pokes are still a thing on Facebook and they won't be removed after April 1st. They've been here this whole time.

That's true, but that also relies on people returning pokes which was happening less and less over time. Notifications increasingly got buried, as did the function itself, so while it was still there, it fell to the wayside as marketing took over the platform.

#facebook #tech #nyxie answers

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lady-riel · 1 year

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"Gwyn the Baby Whisperer" - Gwynriel one-shot

This scene has been sitting around in my google docs for a long time and I decided fuck it I'll post it.

Summary: Only Gwyn knows how to make Nyx stop crying.

Also some Elain/Lucien interaction. And Lucien is Gwyn's father. Yep.

Read on AO3

Gwyn the Baby Whisperer

Nyx’s wails could clearly be heard on the floor above where the court, plus Lucien, was gathered in the living room before their weekly dinner, which had started to become a tradition these days.

“Sorry for the noise,” Rhys muttered wearily, rubbing his eyes. “Elain’s with Nyx now; he just won’t settle down.”

“Is she…torturing him?” Gwyn asked, glancing up at the ceiling.

Rhys and Cassian both snorted, while Feyre shook her head exhaustedly. “He’s just been fussy the last couple days for no apparent reason. Rhys and I were up all night with him.”

“Why doesn’t she bring him down?” said Gwyn.

“Yes,” Mor interjected eagerly, “Bring him down. I want to hold him.”

Rhys shrugged. “Well, if you don’t mind the screaming…” His eyes turned glassy for a moment while he spoke to Elain in his mind. He nodded. “She’s coming.”

Footsteps sounded on the stairs as he spoke, Nyx’s wails growing louder. A moment later Elain entered the room with the bawling baby in her arms. Elain glanced around, studiously avoiding Lucien’s gaze.

Mor bounded up from her spot in the chair by the fire and took Nyx from Elain, who sat down as far from Lucien as she could get. As Mor rocked Nyx, she made cooing noises into his red face. He only cried harder, his little wings fluttering uncontrollably.

“You’ve got a real touch there,” joked Cassian. Mor made a face at him, shifting the baby to rock him on the other side.

“C’mon Nyxie,” she said into his screwed up face with a syrupy, sing-songy voice, “Be good for your Auntie Mor.”

Gwyn pinched the bridge of her nose like she had a headache coming on, and Azriel swept the curtain of her hair to the side and stroked his hand down the back of her neck soothingly. He glanced up to find Elain watching him. A dark look on her face.

On his other side, barely audible under Nyx’s wailing, Azriel could hear Nesta mutter under her breath to Cassian, “I don’t know that I’m ready to have children yet.”

Cassian smirked back at her. “Maybe ours won’t scream.” Nesta gave him a dubious look.

Abruptly, Gwyn stood, pulling out from under Azriel’s arm. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I can’t take it any longer.” She moved swiftly toward Mor. “Give me the baby.”

Mor opened her mouth to protest, but Gwyn swooped in without waiting for an answer and took Nyx from her arms.

She cradled the baby against her chest expertly, one arm around his bottom and the other hand rapidly tapping against his back, just below the wings. “Shh,” she murmured to Nyx, bouncing him in her arms.

Almost immediately, his screaming ceased, although low whimpers still slipped from his spit-shiny lips. He looked up at Gwyn with wide eyes, fisting a handful of her bright copper hair.

Gwyn gave Mor a fleeting look, ever so slightly frosted, matching the blonde’s own face, before turning away. As Mor slunk back to her seat, Gwyn made gentle soothing noises into Nyx’s forehead as she continued to bounce him.

In the sudden ringing silence, Feyre burst into exhausted tears.

Gwyn whirled around at the sound. She snapped her fingers at Feyre to get her attention. “No crying,” ordered Gwyn. “Pull yourself together.”

Feyre stopped out of pure shock. Rhys opened his mouth, looking back and forth between the two of them as silent tears still dripped down Feyre’s face.

“I mean it,” Gwyn said firmly, “You have to keep it together. Babies take their cues from their parents. If you cry, he cries. If you’re unhappy, he’s unhappy. Do you understand?”

Feyre wiped the tears from her face, nodding jerkily.

More whimpering came from Nyx. “I know, I know, it hurts,” Gwyn murmured to him in a sympathetic voice, “Let’s see what’s going on in there.”

Still bouncing him rhythmically, she moved towards the lamp on the side table, turning so the light shined into Nyx’s open, dribbling mouth. She angled her head to look inside, one hand on his chubby chin.

Turning away from the light, Gwyn took a step towards Azriel and reached out her free hand towards him. “Whiskey,” she said. His brows went up, but he held out his glass toward her. She dipped her pointer finger into the amber liquid, tapping off the excess against the side of the glass, and then stuck her finger into Nyx’s mouth, moving it in circles to massage the whiskey into his gums.

“Are you…planning on getting him drunk?” Rhys asked uncertainly. Cassian sniggered.

Gwyn’s lips tightened with mirth. “A drop isn’t going to get him drunk. But it’ll ease the pain, and probably help him sleep.”

At Rhys’ startled look she said, “He’s teething, and at least one is about to breach. He’s probably been in pain for days. Rubbing some whiskey into it and letting him chew on your finger will help.”

Even as she spoke, Nyx was happily gnawing on her finger, one little hand holding onto the side of hers. His other fist still tightly gripped a lock of copper hair. He babbled excitedly, smiling at her around the finger.

“The other thing you can do,” Gwyn continued, smiling down at Nyx at the same time, “is dip a clean damp washcloth in a few drops of whiskey and let him chew on that.”

Feyre’s tired, lined face was painted in anguish. “How did you know he was in pain?”

Looking at her, Gwyn opened her mouth and then closed it. She glanced down at Nyx still chewing happily around her finger. “I know you’re new parents,” she said carefully, “but you need to learn to distinguish the cries. The cry of pain is different from the cry of hunger, which is different from the cry of being wet, which is different from the cry of being tired. You have to listen carefully and learn to differentiate between them.”

Feyre and Rhys both looked dumbfounded.

“I didn’t—I can’t—” Feyre stuttered. “They all sound the same to me.”

“Me too,” muttered Rhys.

“It’s your first kid.” Gwyn’s voice was gentle. “You’ll learn. But you have to listen.”

They both nodded, somewhat chastened.

“How do you know so much about children?” Rhys asked.

Gwyn shrugged. “A great deal of experience. There were many children at Sangravah.”

She kept up an easy rhythm bouncing Nyx in one hand, who had cuddled closer against her body, his miniature wings drooping. Azriel felt a chord plucked deep inside of him, watching Gwyn holding a child like that. Especially a winged child.

A movement in the corner of his eye had him briefly tearing his gaze away from the sight. Elain’s face, he saw, was now twisted up with rage, her usually pretty features clenched into ugliness, and for once she was looking directly at Lucien, who was staring at Gwyn with a soft look, the corners of his mouth turned up. For all Elain’s protesting that she had no interest in her mate, Azriel thought, Lucien’s attention on another female clearly angered her. Even if that female was his daughter. For the thousandth time, Azriel thanked the Mother that Rhys had stopped him from kissing Elain that Solstice night. From starting something he knew now that he’d deeply regret.

He looked back at his own mate, his heart swelling at the sight.

Gwyn pulled her finger out of Nyx’s mouth, who had fallen fast asleep against her chest. “He’s out. Do you want to hold him?” she said to Feyre, who nodded and held out her hands eagerly. Gwyn gently set the sleeping baby into his mother’s arms before sitting back down on the couch beside Azriel and curling beneath his arm, her long legs folded under her.

“Do you…”—Rhys glanced at Azriel before looking back at Gwyn—“...want children of your own?”

Gwyn’s copper brows raised. She pointed upwards and said, “You mean, in addition to the thousand we already have?” Humor coated her voice. Azriel snorted as the shadows swooped down to swirl around her excitedly. Thrilled with the designation she’d just given them. Gwyn tickled a few of them before waving them back to Az’s wings.

“Do you?” asked Lucien, leaning forward with his forearms on his knees.

“Want children? Eventually, I suppose. I need a good long break before that.”

“I love children,” Elain said suddenly. “I would have them as soon as I could.”

Lucien’s gaze shot to his mate, but her eyes remained on Gwyn, shifting briefly to Azriel then back.

“And how many have you raised?” Gwyn asked dryly, not missing the way Elain’s eyes slid to the shadowsinger.

The look on Elain’s face faltered. “N-none,” she conceded.

Gwyn gave her a small smile. “I love children too, but it looks a whole lot different on the other side of fifty.”

“You’ve raised fifty kids?” Nesta exclaimed astonishedly, sitting up straighter.

Gwyn’s eyes flickered across the ceiling for a moment, like she was counting, before she looked back at Nesta. “At least. It might have been more.” Her mouth tightened. “A half-century of war made a lot of orphans. Many of them were sent to Sangravah.”

Nesta pouted at Gwyn. “I wanted us to have kids together.”

“Then you’re going to be waiting a while,” Gwyn replied with a grin.

“What’s a while?”

Gwyn sighed. “I want at least a year—”

“I can do that,” Nesta said immediately.

“—for every kid I’ve raised,” Gwyn finished.

Nesta groaned and slouched back on the cushions.

Cassian’s eyes were wide as he gaped at Nesta. “You’re going to make me wait fifty years?!”

Nesta lifted her palms upwards before letting them drop back down to her lap. “Gwyn’s in charge,” she said matter-of-factly.

Leaning over Azriel, Cassian rounded on Gwyn. “You’re going to make me wait fifty years?!”

Gwyn rolled her eyes. “I’ve been raising children since I was seven and need a break. You can start any time you want.”

Cassian grumbled, “Nesta just said you’re in charge. You think I’m going to be able to argue with that?”

Gwyn smiled sweetly. “That sounds like a you problem, not a me problem.”

Cassian let out a huff of air, scrubbing his hands over his face and flopping back onto the couch. Azriel smirked at him. Cassian muttered, “Oh shut up.”

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #cassian #nesta #nessian #rhysand #feyre #nyx #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #mor

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