Random Feysand scenes and one shots

night shifts

It's the middle of the night and I lay next to my mate, her warm body is tucked safely within my wings. I could dwell like this forever, were it not for the screaming next to our bed. Feyre's mumbling something, that sound suspiciously like swearing. I press my lips on her head, telling her that I got this. 

While I rock Nyx in my arm, she sits up too. Eyes half closed and her hair a nest of any birds dreams.

 She looks beautiful.

"Can't we put a shield on him? Maybe at least for the nights? Or a spell to muffle his screaming?", she suggests half heartedly. 

We both know we won't do it, it makes me smile nonetheless. 

Nyx has not calmed down, which means he's hungry and I hand him to Feyre, who starts feeding him. I sit down next to her, drawing her in by the waist, so she can lean onto me. Together we watch our little wonder. For eternity I'll be grateful to be able to sit here, watch my mate feed our son. 

When he was born I feared that this was it, she would die and due to the bargain we made I would do so alongside her, leaving our son, should he survive, as urchin. Our family would have raised him and taken good care, I am certain of it, but not on Nestas watch. She had given up all her powers to save us and our son.

My mate senses the change in my mood and strokes a hand down the bond, asking if everything is alright.
Never been better

"Good", she smiles up at me and starts rocking Nyx, now that hes fed he has calmed down and seems sleepy, "though we should really consider the muffling."

 I laugh and take our son back, to tuck him into the little bed. His wings slightly graze my arm, the membrane so thin and soft still. With time it will grow thicker and the wings grow as he will.

"I'm sure his wingspan will just be as impressive as his fathers", Feyre jokes, sensing my thoughts.

I raise an eyebrow, "do you miss that wingspan, my darling?" She laughs.

Soon. Madja said in a month it will be alright to put it back to use

I smile at my family. This is the life I never dared dreaming of, but the mother blessed me  and I will eternally be thankful for that.
Feyre pats the bed and I lay back down next to her. Her hand comes up to cup my cheek, "I love you", she says.

"You're mine", I answer before our lips meet. With her in my arms and our son keeping soundly next to our bed we too wander to the lands of dreams. And I actually dream, with no nightmares plaguing either of us. 

Hey guys <3, 
sorry for the long wait, I blame writers block. I know this is short, but I hope it to be enjoyable nonetheless, what did you think? 
If you got any ideas they're always welcome, mother bless you xd