Friendly Reminder:
Andromache’s descendent (aka. the golden haired queen) was staked. Thus her line is dead. Finalmente. Extinct. Non-existent.
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Random shit and stuff
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Rhysand on his birthday:
-is torn between being super extra with fireworks all over Velaris or just crying in his room and convincing Feyre that there’s really a gray hair above his left ear (it’s just paint)
-isn’t allowed to do the fireworks anyway because Cassian prohibits it, since last time they did fireworks Rhysand flew through them and nearly got blasted to bits
-Rhysand’s cake is beautiful because Feyre made it and used (edible, yes darling) paint to depict some of their favorite activities and memories
-Azriel mutters that he’s thankful that the more nocturnal activities aren’t displayed as well
-Rhysand screams in joy bc Azriel’s voice is the best birthday gift he could’ve asked for from Az
-Everyone gives him great presents and as he winnows them to his room, he notices that he has none from Feyre
-He tries to console himself and remind himself that she gave him a kiss and that always makes him happy
-But then he sees Feyre in the window of their room, her silhouette outlined in moonlight, and something about the way she’s holding her hands is strange
-And then she shifts in the wind, and something is off about her scent. It smells different, almost as if…
-Feyre is pregnant
-Rhysand spends the rest of his birthday cuddling next to Feyre and whispering sweet promises into her ear
-He doesn’t even notice the fireworks outside because he’s too busy alternating between laughing and crying in joy
-When Rhysand wakes up the next morning, he and Feyre don’t let go of each other until they get to the breakfast room and announce the news
-Cassian cries, Mor cries, Amren hears the news from her vacation in the Summer Court and cries, even Azriel cries
-Three minutes later, Feyre is busy listening, horrified, to Cassian as he explains how Illyrian babies take up more, erm, space as they’re being born because of the wings and therefore birth is much more painful
-Rhysand has to come rescue Feyre and explain that the wings do fold against their back and it’ll be fine, and why would you believe Cassian anyway he has no experience
-Cassian hops around in the background screaming that he has, in fact, given birth before “so there!”
-Mor has to be the one to shut Cassian up since Amren is gone
-Rhysand is happy and safe, and he spends the rest of his life knowing that there could be no better birthday present than a future with Feyre