#*cassian

[liahaslosthermind]

~𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭~ Part 2

Part 2 of The Spy Master's Secret Find more ACOTAR works here! Summary: The strange scent of an unknown female and a... love letter? Warnings: Out of character bat boys? idk but they are happy and brotherly and all is good in this, Mention of illicit affairs (just teasing), Bad injuries, Inner Circle loves to STAY in Azriel's business, I actually write Rhys as not an asshole in this one

The Spymaster had a dirty little secret.

Well, not really. But she loved to tease Azriel by referring to herself as such. 

He always pretended to hate it, but he could never fight the smile he got when hearing her refer to herself as his dirty little secret.

Deep down, he knew she did it just to see that damned smile.

He wasn’t smiling right now though, as he sat in his office after a rather… tiresome mission and got berated by his dirty little secret in question. 

While the conversation wasn’t pleasant, a wave of disappointment hit Azriel as he heard the combined footsteps of the High Lord and his General.

With one last scathing look, she walked into the shadows once more.

“Az! Rhysand and I were… was someone else just in here?” Cassian asked, stopping whatever thought was so important in the moment that both brothers had to interrupt him, but not important enough to finish.

“No.”

“Azriel, we can smell that a female was in here… a rather excited one at that.” Rhysand said, slightly wincing at his word choice.

“Oh my Mother, Azriel is having an illicit affair with an unknown female in his office.” Cassian teased, bouncing on his feet at the excitement the mere idea gave him.

“Yes, Cassian. I found time while finishing paperwork from the two week long mission I went on to have a clandestine meeting with a woman.” Azriel grumbled. He played it off as a ridiculous thing to think, but it wasn’t actually that far from the truth. In reality, she didn’t really give him any time nor warning to find the time to get yelled at by her.

“Who is she? Do we know her? Nesta is going to die when I tell her we caught you post-hot and steamy meeting with a mystery woman.”

“I didn’t mean excited as in aroused, you idiot.” Rhysand said while smacking the back of Cassian’s head. “Is this the so-called best friend? And how did you get someone to winnow in and out of here without being detected?” 

“She didn’t winnow.”

“But her scent starts and ends in this room?” Cassian jumped in, still rubbing the back of his head.

“Yes.”

Both brothers waited for more information, till they remembered who they were talking to. Rhysand caught sight of the Shadows once more appearing in the room. “Did- did she shadow walk?” That seemed like the only explanation, but how could she have done such a thing without Azriel? She couldn't have been able to unless…

“Please tell me you did not find another fucking Shadowsinger and not tell us immediately.” Cassian begged.

“I didn’t find another Shadowsinger and not tell you immediately.” Azriel replied sarcastically. 

“Wait, so did you or did you not?”

“I didn’t.” He replied truthfully. Not that the two bastards standing in front of him could tell.

Realizing that once again Azriel wasn’t going to give more than he wanted to, Cassian and Rhysand gave up, finally explaining what they had actually come into the room for. 

----

“I swear to you Feyre, Darling. Just smell his office!” Rhysand said as he led his mate, with Cassian and Nesta in toe, to the Spy Master’s office.

He had sent Azriel on a bullshit errand in order to get the two Archeron sisters to experience it for themselves, having not believed either of the two Illyrians. 

Azriel knew it was a bullshit errand, but he also knew he didn’t want to deal with whatever Rhysand was planning on doing without his knowledge. 

“All I can smell is Cassian’s sweaty leathers.” Nesta said, coughing at the smell.

“I just washed them!” Cassian replied defensively. This only made Nesta gag, the smell strong enough to prevail even after a deep clean.

The two began to bicker, Rhysand joining in, as Feyre snooped around, not having had the opportunity to really look around Az’s office before. 

She had been content in her observations, ready to stop the argument about Cassian's eternal body odor, when she spotted a letter in beautiful handwriting.

She couldn’t read the letter, it had been written in a language she had never seen. Just as she began to lose interest, the sign off startled her.

“What the fuck?” she yelled, startling the rest of the occupants in the room.

“What's wrong?” Nesta asked, concerned at the sudden swearing. The vulgarity was normal for the eldest Archeron but not so much with the youngest. 

As Feyre pointed to the letter, Rhysand walked around to look at it, also unable to read whatever language it was written in. 

“Must be from one of his spies. Some kind of thing only they can read.” He reasoned.

“Why would he talk to his spies like this?” She asked, pointing to the ending, reading it out for the other two in the room.

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭, 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵,

𝓐𝔃𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵

A stunned silence filled the room. This was a strangely poetic side of Azriel none of them had ever witnessed. Before any questions could be asked, a crash sounded from the balcony. 

There, the poet in question held his stomach, seemingly trying to stop his organs from falling out. 

—

“How do you feel?” Rhysand asked his brother, finally waking up after a long few days asleep.

“Like death.” Azriel answered, head pounding from the light, even though it was as dark as possible, minus the candle that was lit on the far side of the room inhibited by the rest of the Inner Circle.

“Good. You are an asshole for staying on the brink of death for days straight. You stressed us out enough with your dramatics. I hope you hurt for a little.” Nesta said, trying to hide her relief at Az’s sudden consciousness. 

“It isn’t my fault I was attacked while having to search every art supply store in Velaris for certain paints Rhys wanted for Feyre. Which by the way, Rhysand, don’t exist. So fuck you for that.”

Rhysand grimaced. Feyre sent him a feeling down the bond he knew meant he was in for a lot of berating later. 

“At least you are on the mend. Madja said the poison coating their weapons is what really did you in. Once she found the anecdote you started healing. So, no hard feelings. Everyone is happy now, yes?” Cassian explained, a forced smile on his face as he hoped Rhysand wouldn’t bring up the fact it was his idea to send Az on the impossible paint run. 

“Actually, I have a few choice words for the Shadowsinger.” A new voice replied, startling every single person in the room. Well, all except one.

Azriel groaned in his bed, wishing the headache was worse just so he didn’t have to go through what he knew was unavoidable. 

“You know, we have a rule. No taking what isn’t ours without explicit permission from the other. 500 years is a long time to obey that rule just to throw it out the window.” The mysterious fae female scolded.

The rest of the room was in a stunned silence. Hands on weapons, magic at their fingertips, ready to fight whoever this was the second the shock wore off. 

“Who the fuck is this?” Cassian yelled.

A reasonable question.

The sound made Azriel wince, head still pounding. But it was about to get way worse. 

“My carranam.” The Spy Master replied.

A/n: sooo part 3?

[bindinglove]

me when the sentries in acomaf ran shaking but lucien just told rhys he was dead and then left. feyre made a comment abt cassian being able to destroy lucien in 2 seconds but i literally cannot imagine that sorry, bro has no fear and all the audacity.

Still makes me laugh that Feyre was all shocked and impressed that Lucien didn’t back down from the Inner Circle when he grew up with Beron as a father; sir he is experienced. To him, Rhys is child’s play.

[nessiandaily]

Just Nesta being Nesta 🫶🏼 by Edazuri [instagram]

[c-e-d-dreamer]

I haven't posted a WIP Wednesday in way too long. Mostly because the writing block is kicking my ass thoroughly. BUT! I thought I'd give y'all a little treat of Hockey Cassian being a down bad simp and some hockey romance accuracy! 🥰

“You want me to go to a hockey game?”

“How can I be expected to play my best if you’re not there to cheer me on?” Cassian drawls, earning an eye roll and a scoff, exactly as he intended.

“Are you going to ask me to wear your away jersey and everything?” Nesta fires back, a smirk tugging up the corner of her lips.

The sight has Cassian’s heart kicking up with excitement, and he chuckles softly. “Been reading a lot of hockey romance novels recently, sweetheart?”

“You wish.”

Despite her words, the pink color that spills across her cheeks betrays her, gives her away. Gods, Cassian would give anything to draw out that pretty color elsewhere. Would give anything to trace that color with his fingers, his lips. Would give anything to see if the pale freckles brought out by that blush are echoed anywhere else across her skin.

“Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but you can’t wear my away jersey even if you want to.”

That gets her attention. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I don’t have my away jersey. In fact, I don’t have any of my equipment. It’s the team that makes sure the jerseys get washed, that makes sure all the gear stays cleaned, that our preferred sticks are ordered and stocked up. There’s a whole equipment team that’s hired and paid just to do that.”

“So, what?” Nesta asks dryly, crossing her arms. “All you do is just show up?”

“Pretty much. Show up, look pretty, play great hockey.”

Nesta snorts softly, barely more than a low, breathy sound, but Cassian still delights in it all the same. It’s so close to a laugh. Gods, he'd do unholy things to get a laugh out of her, a real laugh. Would it be light and melodic? Would it be low and refreshing? Would it start loud and taper off into little more than breathy giggles? Would her nose scrunch? Would crinkles pop beside her eyes? Would those eyes flare with the joy, the surprise at a laugh tearing out of her? Would the easy serenity remain on her expression when the laugh finally subsided, a soft smile and pink cheeks the footprints in the sand following the warm, gentle wave?

“Cassian.”

“What?” Cassian blinks, realizing belatedly that Nesta was speaking and he most definitely was not listening.

[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

Hear me out…. Gladiator Bat Boys

[littlest-w01f]

Surprise

Rhysand x Reader (Batboys mentioned)

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

BDAY CELEBRATION

Summary: Having your first birthday in a safe home with your brother and his friends

Cw: A little bittersweet between Az and reader, reader got trauma

As you slowly opened your heavy eyelids, a warm glow of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across your cosy bedroom. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers that wafted from the garden outside. It was a peaceful start to what promised to be a momentous day - your birthday, the first one after Rhysand's mother had taken you and your brother in.

Your mind still foggy from sleep, you stretched languidly beneath the plush comforter, feeling the familiar softness of your bed envelop you like a comforting embrace. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you settled back into the pillows, relishing the rare tranquillity that usually eluded this household filled with high-energy Illyrians.

A soft knock at the door broke the spell, followed by a gentle voice calling out, "Breakfast is ready when you are, y/n darling." Rhysand's mother's words carried a hint of excitement, probably eager to kick off the festivities. The said female was the best second mother you could've asked for, after Rhysand had offered you and your brother a home, his mother had taken you in with open arms. And while adjusting to the new life had been hard for Azriel, you had fit in perfectly with your new family.

Rhysand's mother stepped into the room, her vibrant smile lighting up her face as she saw you sitting up in your bed. She looked radiant in a flowing gown, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. "Happy birthday, dear!" She exclaimed joyfully, crossing the room to plant a loving kiss on your forehead. Her warmth and affection washed over you like a soothing balm, chasing away the last vestiges of sleepiness.

"Thank you, mama Dalia," You mused, cheeks colouring slightly, you had never experienced this. A mother's love. While Azriel was allowed a few hours to spend with your mother, you never were, nearly physically tied to the family as the only daughter, and your half-mother always had something or the other for you to do so that you couldn't see her. While Azriel was locked away in the family dungeons, you were tied to the kitchen, nothing more than a housemaid.

As she pulled back, her eyes sparkled with the same mischief Rhysand's did. "Rhys wanted to come wake you himself, but I managed to hold him off," She confided with a conspiratorial wink. "He's been buzzing around the kitchen like a bee, determined to make everything perfect for your special day."

"You didn't have to do all that..." You spoke as you swung your legs to the side, stretching your leathery wings out, wings that had been threatened more times than you could even count, if you misbehaved, if you stepped out of line, if you breathed wrong.

"Nonsense! It's your birthday. It's only once that a little faeling turns 17 now, isn't it?" She extended a hand to help you up, her touch gentle yet firm. "Come now, get ready, and get downstairs, breakfast awaits!"

As you reached downstairs, the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon grew stronger with each step. As you entered the dining room, Rhysand was already there setting the table with a flourish. His face lit up when he saw you, violet eyes twinkling with barely contained excitement.

"Surprise!" He announced grandly, gesturing to the lavish spread laid out before you. Famous Illyrian dishes, some High Fae dishes you had only tried because of him, and even a small cake adorned with candles waiting to be lit. "I made all your favorites," He declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

"He just got the eggs and meat," Dalia rolled her eyes at her son, "I did most of it." Rhysands's face dropped almost comically when his mother threw him under the bus like that.

You felt a rush of warmth in your chest at the sight, touched by their efforts to make this day special. You snorted when you saw Cassian sitting in front of a plate of food, too focused on it to notice you.

"Hungry beast," Rhysland teased his friend, playfully flicking a piece of bread at him. "We've hardly started and you're already scarfing everything down. This is about y/n, not you."

Cassian huffed but continued eating anyway, mouth full. After swallowing, he looked up and fixed you with a fond, if somewhat rumpled appearance due to being busy gobbling his food, look. "Hey, happy birthday y/n," He managed between bites. Then his gaze drifted past you, noticing Dalia who smiled benevolently back. "Mama D, these eggs are incredible."

The Illyrian matriarch smiled, pleased with the compliment, "Thank you, Cassian. I'm glad you're enjoying them." Rhysands hopped up to join Cassian at the table, pulling you with him.

As you took your seat beside Rhysand, you couldn't help but marvel at how far you'd come since arriving here. The warmth and acceptance you'd found in this household was a stark contrast to the cold cruelty of your past. Dalia and Rhysand had welcomed you and Azriel without hesitation, treating you both like cherished members of their family despite your origins.

Rhysand reached over to squeeze your hand, his touch sending a tingle through your skin. "I hope you know how much you mean to me... To us, y/n," He murmured softly, violet eyes shining with sincerity. "This is just the beginning of a whole year celebrating you!"

Once seated, Rhysand reached to take your hand, his slender fingers intertwining with yours in a gentle caress. He leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "This year is going to be different, for both of us." There was a certain urgency, a barely restrained enthusiasm in his tone that made your heart skip a beat.

A blush framed your cheeks as he poured the golden juice into your glass. You cleared your throat softly, trying to regain your composure as Rhysand handed you the glass. His touch lingered for a fleeting moment, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. You took a sip, savouring the sublime flavour that seemed to dance on your tongue—a perfect blend of honey, rose petals, and a hint of starlight.

As you set the glass down, Rhysand's eyes met yours, a glimmer of something intense flickering within their depths. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe, lost in the depth of those captivating violet eyes. It was as if time itself had slowed, leaving only the two of you suspended in this intimate connection.

The charged atmosphere hung thick between you, heavy with unspoken promises and simmering emotions. Rhysand's thumb brushed gently against your knuckles, the simple gesture conveying volumes without needing words. He leaned in closer, his lips a hairsbreadth from your ear as he murmured, "I've been wanting to celebrate you properly for months now, ever since we realized... Well, you know."

His words trailed off, but the implication was clear. Your birthdays had passed in quiet introspection until recently, when the realization of your blossoming feelings for each other had dawned.

Now, with the weight of that understanding bearing down upon you, every glance and touch held a new significance. Rhysand's hand slid up your arm, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin as he gazed at you with an intensity that left you breathless.

"Darling, where is Azriel?" Rhysand's mother broke the spell, bringing in the last pot filled with food.

You perked up at the voice, looking away from Rhysand, "Yeah... Where is my brother...?"

Rhysand's expression softened, his gaze shifting to his mother as she placed the final dish on the table. "Azriel should be along soon," he assured you, though there was a hint of uncertainty beneath his calm exterior. "He wanted to surprise you with a gift, remember?"

Dalia nodded, her hands moving to adjust the placement of plates and utensils with practised ease. "Yes, I helped him along. He can be quite thoughtful when he wants to be." Her warm smile conveyed a sense of pride and affection for the eldest boy, despite his occasional prickliness.

Just then, footsteps echoed from upstairs, growing louder as they approached the landing. All heads turned, watching expectantly as Azriel descended the stairs, a small, wrapped package clutched in his hand.

Azriel's eyes scanned the room, finally settling on you with a shy smile. He looked a bit nervous, fidgeting with the edges of the parcel in his grasp. Clearing his throat, he began, "Y/n, um, Happy Birthday sis," His voice wavered slightly, betraying his usually stoic demeanour as his shadows curled around him.

With a deep breath, he continued, "I hope you like what I got you." He offered the present to you, his movements hesitant but sincere. "It's not much, but I thought it might mean a lot to you."

As you accepted the gift, Rhysand moved to stand beside Azriel, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Whatever it is, I'm sure y/n will appreciate the thought," He said reassuringly, his voice laced with warmth and brotherly support not giving away what the gift was.

"Oh, I can't wait!" You cheered, ripping through the paper, inside the paper was an intricate box, one you'd had before. You looked up at Azriel, "Az... Is... Is this...?"

"Open it." Azriel prompted, a smile on his face. "You know, twist the lock."

You turned the lock twice, and the little dancer popped up from the box, she was broken, cracked, but moving, and sweet music started playing from the box, hearing the tune tears fell from your eyes, a choked-off sob leaving your lips. "Az... This is..."

Azriel's eyes widened, his brows furrowing in concern as he watched your reaction. "Y/n? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice tinged with worry. Rhysand quickly moved to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a supportive embrace.

The memories flooded you, the little box your mother had given you, you would listen to it going to sleep and waking up, the turn still played in your head at times. The moment your step mother had gotten mad, she had thrown the box, breaking the dancer and the wires that made it work.

"I… I know it's not perfect, I couldn't hold it still for too long with my... My hands…" Azriel stammered, his gaze falling to the figurine still twirling within its box, he had wanted to repair the box himself, even if Rhysand had offered using his magic. "I didn't mean to upset you."

You launched yourself in his arms, face buried in his chest and you sobbed, "I love it... I love... Love it."

Azriel's arms enveloped you tightly, holding you close as you cried. He stroked your hair soothingly, his own eyes misty with emotion. "I'm so glad, y/n," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I wanted to give you something that meant something, something that reminded you of home and happier times."

As your tears subsided, Azriel pulled back just enough to wipe your damp cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm sorry I couldn't fix it completely," he said, his expression apologetic.

"I... Think I might like it better cracked." You whispered, holding into his hand, stroking the burn scars that covered them.

He pulled you in for another hug, this one a bit tighter, a silent declaration of his love and acceptance. As you stood there, wrapped in the embrace of your twin, surrounded by the warmth and affection of your family, you felt a sense of peace wash over you.

The day wore on, filled with laughter, delicious food, and gifts. Rhysand's mother had got you the order from her mate, the High Lord, to let you train with the rest of males, Cassian, had handmade you some wonky leathers that your adoptive mother had assured she could fix, and Rhysand, he was yet to gift you anything as the night covered the sky.

Rhysand led you outside to the balcony overlooking the city. The stars twinkled above, casting a magical glow over the sprawling landscape below. "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually happy you were born on the Summer Solstice," Rhysand remarked, his voice low and husky in the cool night air. "It gives me an excuse to spoil you rotten every year, even if we don't really celebrate."

He stepped closer, his tall frame towering over you, yet making no move to crowd you. Instead, he reached out, his fingertips grazing the curve of your cheek in a gentle caress. "You deserve all the celebrations and gifts in the world, y/n," Rhysand murmured, his violet eyes locked onto yours. "Not because of your birthdate, but because you're an incredible person who brings joy and light into our lives."

Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips seeping into your skin. When he pulled back, a mischievous grin played on his lips. "Now, about that gift I promised… I have a feeling you're going to love it, even if it's not exactly traditional."

"You've been teasing me all day... Did you even get me a gift?" You teased, all day, he had been purposefully taunting you, making you believe every box he held was a gift for you.

Rhysand chuckled, the sound was rich and smooth, like velvet against your ears. "Of course I did, you impatient thing," he teased, reaching into the folds of his dark leathers. With a flourish, he produced a small, exquisitely crafted box adorned with intricate silver filigree. The lid creaked open, revealing a stunning necklace inside, a delicate chain supporting a teardrop pendant of pure, shimmering starlight.

"It's a piece of the celestial realm, forged in the heart of a fallen star," Rhysand explained, his voice hushed with reverence. "Legend says it grants the wearer visions of their deepest desires, guiding them towards true happiness and fulfillment." He held out the necklace, offering it to you with a hopeful smile. "What do you think, y/n?"

Your fingers trembled slightly as you took the exquisite necklace from Rhysand's outstretched palm. The starlight pendant seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy, drawing you in with its ethereal beauty. As you fastened the delicate chain around your neck, the cool metal rested against your warm skin, the starlight pulsing softly against your collarbone.

"You truly amaze me, Rhys," You breathed, gazing up at him with wonder-filled eyes. "It... It's so beautiful."

He smiled, his gaze lingering on the way the starlight caught the highlights in your hair. "I know you will wear it well, my love," Rhysand whispered, brushing a stray lock behind your ear.

You reached up on your toes and kissed him tenderly, your lips meeting in a sweet, chaste press of mouths. Rhysand's arms came up to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his strong, lean body. He returned the kiss with equal gentleness, his lips moving slowly against yours as if savouring the taste and feel of you.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were left breathless, your cheeks flushed with the heat of the moment. Rhysand's violet eyes shone with adoration as he gazed down at you, his fingers trailing lightly along your spine. A blush covered your cheeks, "Was that a vision?" You whispered as you pulled away. "Or was that real?"

"Maybe we should do it again so you can be sure." Rhysand teased, leaning down to kiss you again. His lips claimed yours once more, this time with a hint of playfulness, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your mouth before delving inside to dance with yours. You melted into the kiss, your body pressing eagerly against his as the world around you faded away.

When he finally pulled back, you were left dazed and breathless, your heart racing in your chest. Rhysand's eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned down at you, clearly pleased with the effect his kisses had on you.

As Rhysand's lips claimed yours once more, the world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of passion and devotion. His tongue swept across your lower lip, seeking entrance, and you welcomed him in with a soft moan.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as Rhysand's hands roamed your curves, mapping the contours of your body with hungry desire. You clung to him, lost in the intoxicating flavor of his mouth, the hardness of his chest pressing against your softer one.

Breaking the kiss, Rhysand's breath came in ragged gasps as he stared down at you, his eyes blazing with an intense, all-consuming need. "That was definitely a vision," He rasped, his voice thick with longing. "One I want to experience many, many more times."

His strong arms encircled your waist, lifting you off the ground as he spun you around in a dizzying circle. Laughter bubbled up from within you, mingling with the cool night air as you twirled, your dark hair flying out like a banner.

Rhysand's laughter joined yours, a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the quiet streets below. He set you down gently, but kept you close, his hands splayed across your lower back as he nuzzled your temple with his nose.

"We should do this more often," He murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Be lost in each other's arms…" His words trailed off into a soft, seductive whisper that made your knees weaken.

Rhysand waved his hand, and the little music box surrounded you with it's tune as the two of you stoof under the start sky, lost under the enchanting melody, you lost yourself in Rhysand's embrace, the world narrowing down to the two of you swaying in perfect harmony. The music box's delicate notes seemed to weave a spell around you, filling the night air with a hypnotic rhythm that matched the beating of your heart.

As the hours slipped by, the camp slumbered on, unaware of the secret serenade taking place high above its streets. But you and Rhysand were worlds away, transported to a realm where time stood still and nothing existed beyond the thrum of the music and the warmth of each other's bodies as you stargazed.

{General Taglist- @lilah-asteria @paleidiot @dee-writes-smut @adalia-jaycee @anarchiii @alwayshave-faith @velarisnightsky444 @minnieoo @mellowmusings}

{Rhysand Taglist- @yeonalie}

[ater-love]

Azriel and Cassian both stilled at the sight of Elain and Nesta.

Nesta and Cassian ended up together

Do I need to say who the next couple will be? Apparently yes because we aren’t all born smart…

Elain and Azriel next couple incoming

[emmitaaa4]

the elain and cassian dynamic is gold, gimme more sjm !!

Cassian: [Trying to request a cake for Feyre's birthday]

Elain: Alright, what would you like the cake to say?

Cassian: [Covers his mouth and looks at Azriel] Do we want a talking cake?

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Nessian One Shot: Leather Jacket

You call me up from a pay phone I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home" I pulled on up and with a Southern accent I offered you my Dad's leather jacket

(Song Fic for the Arkell's Leather Jacket.)

Teaser:

“Hello?” His voice was scratchy, deep and confused in the way it often was if she came to bed late and tried to speak to him while he was half asleep.

“Hey,” she said hesitantly. “It’s me.”

Silence. A soft whispering of sheets as she pictured him sitting properly up in bed. Navy blue bamboo silk would drop down to his waist, covering his –

“Did you get a new number?” There was an accusation in the question.The without telling me, implied.

Nesta swallowed the urge to bite back that it wouldn't be any of his business if she had. “No,” her voice cracked around the word. It was late and cold and his voice sounded like the sort of comfort she no longer allowed herself. “My phone died. I’m using a pay phone.”

“Who the fuck uses a pay phone?” His quick laughter was like a balm against the cold. A brief flash of his real self bursting through all the walls he had started putting up when he spoke to her now.

[houseofwindweek]

During the holidays, the House will often sprout mistletoe above random doorways as a prank for whoever gets caught under it 🤭 If you were the House, who would you catch under the mistletoe? 💋

[nessiandaily]

Nesta and Cassian by phadme [instagram]

[jsmelodies]

Hopefully this is the last wip Wednesday I'll ever do on this fic, despite how hard it will be to let go. From Chapter 4 of The Knight and His Witch! And this is brought to you by: me forcing myself to finish a fic before I start a new one

Ruby pushed her nose into her hands, looking for treats. “She likes me better,” Nesta said.

“She does not.” Cassian ducked under her neck, fixing the saddle on the other side. “Speaking of pets, what’s Bryaxis going to do while we’re gone?”!

“Oh, I don’t feed him,” Nesta said. “There’s nothing I can catch that he’d be that interested in, anyway.”

Cassian visibly shuddered, looking up from where he tightened one of the leather straps. “Your cat freaks me out.”

“Again, not a cat.”

“Yes. He’s made that perfectly clear, thanks.”

She chuckled. “He likes you, at least. If he didn’t, he would’ve torn you up ages ago.”

“Reassuring.” Cassian stepped back, patting Ruby’s neck as he joined her. “I’m not going to ask how you came into the possession of a beast that takes the form of a common house cat, because I have a feeling it’s a long story.” He kissed her cheek. “And one that you’ll tell me eventually.”

She thought of the story—of how she’d tracked down the beast in the darkest parts of the forest. Offered him the hearts of the cowardly men who trespassed and overstayed their welcome, and a warm roof over his head, in exchange for the protection that came with his fangs and claws.

A symbiotic relationship, if she had to put a word to it.

“You would be right.”

[vidalinav]

It was a shame that Nesta never let him near her. He'd already thought of nesting material he wanted to gift her. Touchably soft blankets, thick throws, billowy pillows in the pale blue of her eyes. Nesta's favorite color.

His favorite color too.

And maybe he'd throw some bronze in there too, just to remind her of his skin--that her pale thighs would look angelic against gold. Like a painting. Her panting and her wanton looks. Her eager lips. Her desire plain on her face.

But Cassian stopped before he got too ahead of himself. He gulped down all thoughts of Nesta Archeron. For she wanted nothing to do with him at all.

Instead, she was in a ratty apartment across town. No nest in sight.

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The IC were way out of line throughout ACOSF, but it was nice to see both Az and Cass challenge them, it was nice to see both of them defend Nesta when she was being insulted, and to see both of them defend Nesta's right to know about the magical weapons that she Made. And in HOFAS, we got to see Cassian be openly defiant of Rhysand, which we never see. Hopefully this will continue throughout the next book.

It's going to be very hard for SJM to write a narrative where the IC's actions were justified in HOFAS, when Nesta was absolutely vital to the success of the CC universe. Without Nesta giving Bryce the Mask, Bryce wouldn't have been able to raise an army of the dead to help defeat the Asteri, and Hunt wouldn't have been able to save Bryce's life. Without Nesta's actions, the Asteri would still be a threat to Prythian, and they would remain a threat for all time. Nesta teamed up with Bryce to defeat the Asteri and end their threat to Prythian once and for all.

I don't foresee Rhysand letting it go because his hatred of Nesta knows no bounds. And no, I don't think SJM will turn him into a villain, but he is serving as the antagonist in Nesta's story arc. And maybe it's a fool's hope, but I refuse to believe that SJM gave Nesta Cassian as a mate and Az as a bestie to not have them stick up for Nesta or protect her when it really matters.

I would love to see Cassian tell Rhysand, "Don't you talk about her in that snide fucking tone" the next time Rhys bad-mouths Nesta, or to see Cassian tell Rhysand "Over my dead fucking body!" the next time he threatens Nesta with punishment or possible execution. I would love to see Az and Cass be an impenetrable wall between Rhysand and Nesta the next time Rhys challenges/threatens her.

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