#Cassian & Fenrys

[throneofsmut]

KINKTOBER 2024 MASTERLIST

These will ALL be reader fics. One will be posted everyday of october.

Day One: Breeding with Azriel and Eris Vanserra

Day Two: Stalker / Somnophilia with Azriel

Day Three: Pegging with Cassian

Day Four: Spanking with Eris Vanserra

Day Five: Eating Out with Feyre Archeron

Day Six: Temperature Play with Aelin and Rowan

Day Seven: Losing Virginty with Lucien Vanserra

Day Eight: Against A Wall with Nesta Archeron

Day Nine: Tit Worship / Tit Fucking with Rhysand

Day Ten: Toys with Bryce Quinlan

Day Eleven: Rough / Squirting with Cassian and Nesta

Day Twelve: Fingering / Hate Fuck with Hunt Athalar

Day Thirteen: In Public with Ruhn Danaan

Day Fourteen: Praise with Liam Mairi

Day Fifteen: Deep Throating with Xaden Riorson

Day Sixteen: Edging with Dorian and Manon

Day Seventeen: Thigh Riding with Aelin Galathynius

Day Eighteen: Pregnant Sex with Dorian Havilliard

Day Nineteen: Period Sex with Fenrys Moonbeam

Day Twenty: Size Difference with Lorcan Salvaterre

Day Twenty-One: Daddy / Mommy with Rhys and Feyre

Day Twenty-Two: Orgasm Denial with Manon Blackbeak

Day Twenty-Three: Face Sitting with Rowan Whitethorn

Day Twenty-Four: Corruption with Azriel

Day Twenty-Five: Knife Play with Cassian

Day Twenty-Six: Strip Tease with Hunt and Bryce

Day Twenty-Seven: Wax Play with Eris Vanserra

Day Twenty-Eight: Handjob with Lucien Vanserra

Day Twenty-Nine: Anal Sex with Rhysand

Day Thirty: Cockworship with Dorian Havilliard

Day Thirty-One: Hunter / Prey with Azriel, Cassian, Rhys

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Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

(My main masterlist is pinned on my account and THIS masterlist is on it!!)

[erisvansserra]

Follow You

Fenrys x Reader x Azriel

Summery: 30 years ago, Y/N fell through a portal and woke up in Prythian naked an afraid. She counted herself lucky that she was found by the shadowsinger and his high lord, who took her in and gave her a home. Despite their hospitality she dreamed of her home and the mate she left behind, Fenrys, who searched for her until one day.. he finds her.

A/N: OMG thank you for all the love I've received for this fic!! I literally did not expect it and I'm so happy you all like it! You can read part 1 here.

You awake in the middle of the night and turn in bed to reach for Azriel, your hand skimming the covers in search for his warmth. When you feel nothing but cold sheets you open your eyes and look to where he should be, nothing. As you begin to wake from the early morning brain fog you realise you're in the townhouse, your friends had returned, and you were going home.

......

Hours later you're sitting in the living room with Rowan and Aelin, their presence and laughter bringing you such comfort, for the first time in 30 years you feel truely at home. Aelin was in the middle of telling you about Lysandra and Aedions wedding when the inner circle walked through the front door. Your eyes met Azriels the moment he walked through the entry way, his face a mask of indifference that made you feel uneasy. You stood from your seat on the couch, unsure if you should make the steps toward him, seek the comfort in his touch.

"Hi" you say in a soft voice, the world dripping away like melting ice as you and the shadowsinger stare at each other "Hi" he responds in a voice just as soft. His smooth voice encases your body in goosebumps, his hazel eyes took a quick sweep of your body checking for any injuries making you smile slightly. "Can you two stop being so.. weird and hug?" Cassian's loud voice breaks through the tension, making your smile grow and a blush spread on your cheeks. Azriel smiles as well and makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You feel a new type of tension enter the room as Rowan and Aelin stiffen from their spots on the couch. "What's this?" Aelin asks, her posture changing from casual comfort to regal royal with the snap of her spine. You feel that stomach twisting guilt begin to suck you in again as you look between your friends. "She's my partner” Azriel answers with a slight growl as he brings you closer to his chest, tucking you in under his chin protectively. Aelin goes to open her mouth bur Rhysand raises his hand to interject "may I show you something?" he asks. Rowan and Aelin look at each other cautiously before nodding, slowly Rhysand uses his powers to enter their minds and shows them what happened that night they found you in the wood.

30 Years Ago

You fell from the sky, the limbs of trees smacking your naked body as you crashed to the cool ground. You screamed in pain as your plumet reached its end, hitting the ground so hard you swore the earth shook. With a broken arm that you cradled with care you began walking around the unfamillar woods, the air smelt different here, your keen eye sight couldn't pick up on anything that reminded you of home. You walked for about 15 minutes before a winged male landed before you. You yelped and began running in the other direction, your legs full of scratches that burnt and bled as your legs pumped under you. Before you got the chance to escape another winged male landed and put a knife to your throat. You whimpered and fell to your knees before him, your broken arm still pressed to your chest as you quickly submitted to the winged male. You felt the tip of his knife under your chin, slowly he lifted your face to his, all you could see in the darkness was those light hazel eyes. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice as harsh as the ground you kneeled upon "y/n" you answered. The male from earlier now stood behind you, their weapons within reach if they needed it.

The memory changed, a new memory coming to view.

It had been 18 months since the night court took you in, tried to give you a home, tried to replace what you lost. Azriel was at your door, a fresh bowl of soup in his hand as he knocked and waited for you to answer. After a few moments he let himself in, you were in bed, depression had taken its toll on you. Your hair was knotted, your skin blanched and dry, your eyes red and puffy from the lack of sleep. Azriel tried to get you to talk, but all you could mutter was his name "fenrys" over and over again. .

The memory moved forward again. You sat in the grass 6 years ago, your skin starting to give a healthy glow and your hair long and healthy. Azriel watched you as you shook your hair out of your face and laid in the grass, sweeping your hands over the blades as you took in the sweet spring air.

He approached you, his boots flanking either side of your head as he peered down to look into your eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be training with Cassian?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. With a click of your tongue you answer “I don’t want to train today, I want to enjoy the first day of spring”. A small smile threatens to creep along his face as he nods, considering your statement.

“Well” he starts, turning his head to look out towards the house of wind, like he could see Cassian sitting there still waiting for you to turn up .“What would you rather do today? If not train” he finishes, his eyes sweeping over to you once more.

You inched your head slightly closer to his left boot, cocking your head as you looked up at him. The sun cast his face in shadow, making his features look sharper and his warm eyes glow ever so slightly.

“Maybe I could do some spy work with you?” You ask, his eyebrows jump up in surprise.

“Really?” He says with a warm chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine “I’ve been here 24 years and never left this court, I’d like to see more of this world” you answer. His face drops slightly at your words, his brother has been locked under the mountain for some time now, prythian was no longer safe. He couldn’t risk losing someone else he.. cared for, not now, not ever. But when he looked at you, saw the hope in your eyes and watched as you held your breath, something in his chest cracked.

“Okay, you can come with me to the edge of our court” he relents but smiles as he watches you beam up at him.

Neither of you knew it, but this was the first stepping stone towards your relationship now. Love slowly blossomed between you in the following year, but he knew deep down you still loved your mate and that was something he was willing to live with if it meant he could spend the rest of his life with you.

Present day

Aelin and Rowan jumped back in their seats as Rhysand left their minds “what the hell was that?!” Aelin shouted, her hands coming to cup each temple of her head.

Rhysand took a moment to explain and apologise for his power, that he was showing them Azriel memories in hopes it can better illustrate your situation. You stepped away from Azriel and walked over to Rowan, kneeling before your cousin you took his large hand in yours.

“I mourned Fenrys for 25 years cousin, I still mourn the loss of him now…” you say as Rowans emerald eyes flick to yours, his mind still reeling from Rhys power.

“I know you of all people would understand the guilt I feel, Rowan, please do not pass judgement too harshly on me” you continue, your voice threatening to convey the very guilt you feel as it tremors slightly. Rowans eyes soften at your words, he doesn’t look towards Aelin as his hand tightens around your own. He gives you a small nod in understanding, his eyes flicking between your own, the pressure lifting from your chest slightly.

Releasing a shuddering breath you rise in front of him and look towards Aelin, you know her and Fenrys are close, you knew it was her judgement that would affect your standing in court. Her eyes pierced you in your place, not a friend but a queen sat before you now. her eyes rake up and down your body before she says “Fenrys has been in his animal form the last 30 years searching for you”.

“Show me” you say looking to Rhysand, his expression unreadable as his eyes shift to Aelin, she nods in acceptance and you feel Rhys power enter your mind.

You see a white wolf, from Aelins POV. It laps at the lake you swam in in your dream, its fur greying and matted in some places. Her eyes skim over its emaciated body, ribs poking out from under its skin.

“You have to eat Fen” you hear Aelin coo to the wolf, it doesn’t even look at her before it plods off in the opposite direction, off to continue its search.

Rhysands power leaves you again, you feel the bile racing up your throat as you turn and sprint through the inner circle to make it outside where you throw up over the balcony railing. Azriel sighs and leaves to comfort you as he always has.

Back in the living room of the town house Rowan shoots Aelin with a glare, clearly upset she chose that memory of Fenrys instead of one where he looked a little less disheveled. “How often does she react like this?” Rowan asks the group as he stands from his seat.

“When she first arrived it was everyday, now it’s… every other day” Cassian answers looking over his shoulder to where you stand beside Azriel as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “I know she is mated to your friend, I know you want to protect him” he continues, his voice soft as he looks back at Rowan. “But she does grieve him, do not think that because she has found Azriel she has forgotten her mate”.

Rowan looks out to you now, his chest threatening to concave on itself as he sees you, his cousin and best friend lost in a fit of grief. He places a hand on Cassians shoulder as he walks past him to the balcony where you and Az whisper to each other. At his arrival you look over your shoulder, your eyes red and puffy from the tears that you’ve shed.

“When was the last time you shifted, cousin?” He asks as he places a hand on your shoulder. “Rowan I-“ you begin but his warm share cuts you off, you sigh before you answer him again “I haven’t shifted since I’ve been here”

Rowan hums in response, then lightly pats you back, he walks around you and the shadowsinger, down the garden steps and waits at the bottom.

“Come on y/n let’s have some fun” Rowan says as he shifts into a hawk. Azriel looks to you in disbelief, he takes a few steps away as the rest of the inner circle make their way outside to investigate the bright light they saw when Rowan shifted. You look at each of their faces, then back to the bird that flies impatiently around the townhouse.

“What animal do you think is faster?” Aelin asks no one in particular as she joins the rest of the house. The inner circle look to her as you decent the balcony and give your body a quick shake as you prepare to shift. A bright light engulfs the garden again as your body bends and transforms into a black panther, your sleek body and coat shine in the sun, you move your paws along the grass feeling the earth beneath you.

Looking over your shoulder your eyes meet Azriels who stares in disbelief, but in this moment you don’t care about anything but the primal call in your heart. The call to run, to hunt, to stalk. The hawk swoops from above you, its sharp talons clipping your ear warning a growl from deep in your feline belly. As the hawk shrills in warning you take off, running away from the townhouse and down the streets of velaris.

A/n: sorry If this chapter seemed super jumpy, I wanted to give more back story to Azriel and y/n while also capturing Aelin and Rowans discomfort. I hope you liked it!!

[fenrysmoonbeamswife]

why couldn't Nesta get her own Clifford Burke or Hunt Athalar or Theo Silva? her own Fenrys or Lucien or Wendell? she deserved an Aaron Marino or an Avitas Harper

why did she have to get... that

[shadowqueenjude]

Who pulls the most bitches?

So I saw someone do something like this and I kind of wanted to do my own version with sjm characters. They get no bitches (besides that one girl who's a sucker for losers): Tamlin, Hunt, Ithan, Declan (only bc he's gay not for lack of game; he pulls ALL the men), Tarquin They get more than none but less bitches than you'd expect: Fenrys (bc he's with Maeve, poor boyo), Tharion (bc he's stuck with the river queen's daughter, oof), Aedion, Mor (because she has to hide her sexuality, rip) Now let's rank the remaining: Rhysand: for the supposedly most powerful fae guy to ever exist, he gets a surprisingly low amount of bitches. Perhaps it is due to his creepy evil reputation and the hatred for him within his own court: turns out a pretty face a male does NOT make. Even gold-diggers have standards! Cassian: I turned this over in my mind many times, but I realized Cassian pulls less bitches than Azriel after the line "I don't need to resort to poetry." He gets plenty of bitches because he's a bigass dude with muscles, but his shitty poetry is a turn-off to most eligible ladies. Azriel: he doesn't need to resort to poetry; he's a pretty boy with a cut body, but points have to be deducted for lack of game and pining over Mor for 500 years and being obsessed with having a mate (yuck). Dorian Havilliard: Come on, guys! He's a hot prince! Of course, he gets all the bitches. He's a little immature but he grows out of it! I mean he pulled the fucking man-eater, for God's sake. Points deducted for falling for Celaena wayyyy too fast (and getting rejected) and for his healer girl getting decapitated (rip Sorscha). Rowan: we KNOW this guy gets aaaaaaaalllll the bitches. Come on, he's Rowan-rutting-Whitethorn! Points were deducted for the whole Lyria thing AND serving Maeve for so long. Lorcan Salvaterre: He gets even more bitches than Rowan because... "Battles, riches, females- Lorcan always won, at any cost." And it's even said Rowan often allowed him to win. So yeah, he pulls a lot of bitches and participates in crazy orgies with his homie Rowan. Points deducted for being Stockholmed by Maeve (poor Lolo). Ruhn Danaan: I mean we already know the man's got game (evidence: CC2 chapter 3 plus all ruhnlidia chapters). He's also a young (by Fae standards) prince who lives in a fucking frat-boy house. And that sad-boy thing he's got going on? Girls love that. Eat it up. All the bitches wanna sit on him to take away his sorrow. Points deducted for crushing on a lesbian (oops). Tristan Flynn: Man gets even more bitches than Ruhn because he's just hornier and he's obsessed with his hair. Also, did you see the fire sprites becoming his cheerleaders? King shit. Points deducted for failing to rizz up Ariadne. Eris Vanserra: Come on, he's an Autumn Court male. Plus he's a Vanserra! It's practically in his blood! Points deducted for being rejected by Mor and Nesta tho. Chaol Westfall: Man gets a shockingly high number of bitches despite being a human character who until Dorian became king had a pretty lowly position. I mean, there was a literal PRINCE and his cousin hanging out and the girls were all drooling over Chaol. When he had a disability (which unfortunately due to prejudices that exist, often make you "undesirable" in the eyes of many) and he rizzed all those women, including Yrene, harder than Kashin. EVERY. GIRL. CHOSE. CHAOL. OVER. A. LITERAL. PRINCE. Both in Adarlan AND the southern continent. You're telling me he doesn't have the rizz??? A half a point deducted for being too hung up over Celaena (I don't blame him but still). But still, he pulls sooooo many bitches. Lucien (Vanserra? Spell-Cleaver? Cunt-Server?): Come on. Is there anyone else fitting to be number 1???? Man's got EVERYTHING Chaol has, PLUS he's the son of a High Lord and he's got that Vanserra rizz. Fuck it, he wouldn't stop at bitches. He'll pull every mfer to ever exist. If it breathes, it's into Lucien Vanserra. He is THAT guy.

[mischiefmanagers]

the acotar fandom would simply not know how to behave if SJM decided to drop any of the bat boys’ surnames

[nothanksehh]

The Rooms - A 5 Part Series

Hi all! I have been wanting to do more writing lately and I got an idea for a short series of absolute smut. Hardly any plot. Many big o's. These pairings are with my four favorites from my favorite books, these groups answer the question, "If you could put four people in a room and do whatever you wanted with them who would you pick?"

A Trial of Lust- Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien X Reader

You find yourself wandering the streets of Velaris at night on your way to Rita’s. You never expected to run into the inner circle, let alone find them on their free night.

A Banquet of Lakes- Rowan, Dorian, Manon, Fenrys X Reader

It's a beautiful time of year in Terrasin, you can't help but want to find a lake to take a swim in. It becomes an even more beautiful day when you are found by those who want to picnic near your lake.

A Game of Kings- Ruhn, Ithan, Aidas, Tharion X Reader

Playing card games in small towns has always made you happy. When a card game goes wrong, what will you do to distract your opponents?

A Lesson in Riding- Xaden, Sawyer, Liam, Dain X Reader

You had always heard that Dragon Riders know how to ride well. You couldn't help but want to venture out of the Healers Quadrant and experience it for yourself.

A Taste of Obedience- Casteel, Kieran, Delano, Reaver X Reader

You knew that being good was something you were not good at. One day your friends decide they have finally had enough and decide to give you a taste of the good life.

[highladyofterrasen7]

I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism

[ennawrite]

Imagine this:

Fenrys practicing his teleporting powers when suddenly, a ripple in time (Nesta using the harp, mayhaps😏) sucks him into Prythian.

Maybe he lands at the BoE manor (just because I think him, Lucien & Jurian would hit it off well) OR he could literally land in Nesta’s lap, since it was her who brought him over, afterall.

Anyways, Nesta gets stuck with this rando from a different world again and girly is just like “why the FUCK does this keep happening to me 😑”. But of course, Nesta feels a sense of responsibility since she did technically suck him (🤭) into her world.

So, they go on this long journey of trying to get him back to his world, but maybe they start to feel a bit of comfort in the other. Maybe Nesta doesn’t mind the wolf she sees, since she knows the same one lives in her. Maybe him showing up wasn’t THAT random, actually. Maybe there’s always been this golden thread tying them together, and all it took was a pluck from a sacred harp to get things moving along.

(And maybeee I’ll write an actual fic about this when I don’t wanna bash my head in because of work 😏)

[mira-s-bookclub]

MASTERLIST

ACOTAR

Azriel

Beneath a Veil of Shadows

Y/n knows very well how Azriel feels for her; detest. What happens when Rhysand sends Y/n alongside Azriel on what was supposed to be a "normal" check?

^ Beneath a Veil of Shadows Part 2

^ Beneath a Veil of Shadows Part 3

^ Beneath a Veil of Shadows Part 4

Past Time Nightmares

Being mates means sharing a lot, including trauma.

Throne of Glass

Fenrys

Revelations at Court

'Rowan and Lorcan shared females', was what Aelin had told Y/n, but what if they shared -even after the female had gone?

OCs

-Coming Soon-

. . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . .

To be added to the Taglists, comment:

All ACOTAR - 🌹

All Azriel - 🥀

All TOG - 🌼

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

"Your blorbo can't be your valentine they're not real" Skill issue. I can and will make all my blorbo's my valentines

[queenofqueensarcheron]

The actual next plot for the next book. When Nesta decides to world walk and find her new real husband.

In this essay I will,

[ladydeath-vanserra]

personally I don't see Fenrys keeping a life threatening pregnancy from Aelin but Hey maybe that's just me

[shadowqueenjude]

Chapter 5 of Fenrys x Nesta for @hrizantemy is here: read below or on ao3:

Child.

Nesta stared at the figure standing across a lake. She could not quite make out her features; they were constantly shifting. Her hair from midnight to gold to ruby to bronze, her eyes from emerald to sapphire to amethyst to opal, her skin from pale as the moon to dark chocolate. The only thing Nesta was certain of was that the figure was a woman.

Who are you? Nesta asked softly. Even through the vision, she radiated power. Nesta briefly saw a vision of silver hair and eyes before the features shifted once more.

Don’t you know me? she crooned. Nesta thought about it. Her soft, yet firm voice, sounded eternal. The way her features constantly shifted, as though she did not have one form…

“You are the mother,” Nesta decided. Nesta made out a smile through the shifting light, then the lady began to glow brighter and brighter until she was a ball of sunlight. Her eyes were red against her yellow skin (?).

“Indeed,” she confirmed. “Hello, dear.”

“But how are you here?” Nesta enquired before she could close her mouth. “I am not on that world anymore.”

The Mother laughed gently. “I am a goddess, sweetheart,” she cooed. Right. Nesta felt stupid now. “I created twenty-five worlds besides your own. The first one I made as a home for my numerous children.”

Nesta blanched. She had never heard that part of the story. “Children?” she repeated, confusion obvious in her tone.

The Mother nodded. “Yes, I have children. I was not always the Mother; I was once a beautiful blue star wandering through space. Then one day, something incredibly rare happened: a red star came close enough to enter my gravitational orbit but not destroy each other. From that moment, we became a binary star. It was easy to fall in love with the crimson queen, considering we were destined to revolve around each other for eternity. So, we had children, and together, we birthed the gods.”

Nesta knew her facial expression must be incredulous, but she was so confused by the mechanics of it all. “How do stars have kids?” she demanded. The Mother waved her off. “Unimportant. Anyway, the children were not stars as I had anticipated, but humanoid beings. As a result, I desired to create a planet for them so that they may live together in peace and harmony.”

“Let me guess,” Nesta said sarcastically. “That didn’t work.”

The Mother laughed gently. “No, it did not. I found the children to be insufferable, always engaging in petty squabbles and misusing their powers. So, I found that I needed to create an opposing force to keep them in check.

As our binary star came close to a black hole, I interacted with it with solar flares, pleading for my life in exchange for children. To my astonishment, he agreed to do it. Thus, with the combined force of our powers, we created a new race: the Valg. Or as they are known on your planet, the daemati.”

The daemati…amongst the earliest beings in existence? And created as a dark force to combat the gods. Wow…

“And then?” Nesta prompted after a long silence. The Mother coughed politely and continued, “It worked, for a time. The gods got a long well with each other, as did the Valg. But what I did not anticipate was that the Valg would be consumed by the heart of the black hole. They became wicked and selfish beings, far worse than my earlier children. Thus, the first war between the gods and the Valg began. I could not have this nonsense, so I created a new darker planet and sent my second set of children there.” The Mother shook her head sadly. “That was when it all began to go wrong.”

“What happened?” Nesta inquired. The story was interesting, if nothing else.

“The black hole betrayed me,” The Mother muttered bitterly. “He began to consume my crimson star. I had no choice but to push my way out of her orbit to avoid being consumed by the black hole.” The Mother sighed. “But my crimson queen did not die as I had once believed. Mostly gone, yes, but some part of her lived on, twisted and corrupted by the black hole. This entity of her is what became known as the Dark Mother.”

Nesta had vaguely heard of the Dark Mother. Apparently, these snake-like creatures in Prythian had worshipped them. Nesta had always thought the Dark mother was just a darker aspect of the Mother herself, not her lover.

“From there, creating worlds became a bit of an addiction. I loved creating new worlds and watching my new creatures thrive. I kept the gods and the valg far far apart in the hopes that they would never meet again.

But I was wrong. I had underestimated the valg’s lust for power. They consumed everything on the planet I made for them and craved more. They figured out how to travel to other worlds and began to consume my beautiful creations. Eventually, they wound up in the world you are currently in. So, I sent my first set of children to defend the population. Ultimately, it ended badly. A mortal queen used a powerful lock to seal the Valg king away- but she also trapped the gods here in the process. As they were trapped in the lock itself, they could not use their powers- but they could enter human minds and guide them, even lend them some of their magic. They did well to aid the fire-bringer in killing the valg rulers for good.

But ultimately, they went back on their word to defeat their siblings. So, when the mortal fire-bringer decided for revenge, I guided her to create the tunnel to hell, reserved for only the most wicked of beings. Along with it, the wyrdgates to travel between worlds were closed. But now…

My children have been cleverer than I anticipated. They’ve figured out how to travel between worlds in another way. And after what the mortal queen did to them, the queen you just met… they’ll want revenge.”

Nesta glared at the Mother. “Ok, then do something! Control your children!”

The Mother shook her head sadly. “I can only interfere so much, do to ancient magical laws surrounding supernatural beings. I can help you indirectly, but I cannot simply erase my children from existence, although that would be easier. Plus, they are gathering strength from the Dark Mother. That’s why they need you.”

Nesta pointed at herself. “Me?” she bellowed incredulously. “I am nothing compared to the High Lords of Prythian, or even compared to Fenrys’s court.”

The Mother chortled, standing up and walking over to her. Nesta felt the warmth of the sun wash over her as she pushed a finger under her chin. “Of course you are not. You are so much stronger. You are made from both the elements of me and the Dark Mother. That makes you the most powerful non-godly being to exist.”

Nesta reeled over the news. So she had to save another damn world. No fucking pressure or anything.

“Can’t I just rest?!” Nesta shrieked. “You are tormenting me with task after task after task-“

The Mother placed a hand on her shoulder, and Nesta’s agitation dissipated. “I know, child. I know. But I have brought you here for a reason, dear. I have foreseen that here, you shall at last know peace.”

“What do you mean by that?” Nesta demanded. But the Mother’s glowing orb began to slowly shrink. Nesta tried to reach out to her, but she was always a step too far. “Mother. MOTHER!” she shrieked.

“Nesta?”

Nesta blinked her eyes open. She had fallen asleep on one of the couches in the courtroom they had been in. Fenrys and his queen were looking at her in concern.

“Are you alright?” Fenrys asked.

Nesta grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the corridors. “I have to tell you something.”

[witchthewriter]

𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒛!

Which Sarah J. Maas Protagonist Are You?

Are you Aelin, Feyre or Bryce?

[bookishbroadwaybish]

Totally crashing out, send me all your fluffier fic recs because I need them so badly right now