#I wasn't involved in a sleepover in over two years so it's very funny to me that I am now

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"Honestly I don't know where you went wrong." And with that grand declaration, her mother floated away, happy to go bother Feyre or maybe Elain. Maybe both if Nesta was lucky enough to be left alone for that long. — why the FUCK is that bitch near Nesta

“Nesta had no intention of putting her hair up anytime soon. Definitely not in the same city that was currently at war with the one whose symbol was inked onto her skin.” — SHE GOT THE TATTOO FOR REAL AJDJDJD

“It was a strange sort of reunion with way too many people involved. Her father, who was playing some strange game of being kinder to her than she was used to. Her mother, who was always an unwelcome presence in her life. Random cousins who she didn’t really talk to nor cared to know better. — oh some shit is about the happen and I’m getting anxious

“It was either that or her parents wanted something from her.” — they definitely want something from her and I bet they want to arrange a marriage to someone.

“All the years of knowing Cassian's body and learning every inch of him had made the job of replicating the design onto paper easy. The tattoo artist had given her a strange look when she'd drawn it out and shown it to him. But he hadn't raised any objections and she had offered no explanations.” — SHE KNOWS CASSIAN’S BODY LIKE IT IS HER OWN SO SECY

“No one knew, of course. No one besides Gwyn, and later Emerie when she'd shown her the night before at their impromptu sleepover at Nesta's house.” — THE VALKYRIES ARE BACK YEEES

“Gwyn had wiggled her brows suggestively but Nesta had stared mutely, dumbfounded as to how the tattoo artist had known. Gwyn had explained after that his cousin was the one who had tattooed Cassian.” — oh Gwyn knows tea

“The girls had teased her endlessly and mercilessly until she threatened to kick them out of the house in the middle of the night, sleepovers and years of friendship be damned. To their credit, they had only brought it up sixteen times afterwards. She didn't know if Cassian was aware that while their entire relationship was kept secret from the rest of the world, Emerie and Gwyn didn't fall into that category. Save for her debts to Nolan, there wasn't anything Nesta's friends didn't know about her life.” — ‘Only sixteen times’ I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH

“She looked surprisingly well for someone whose oldest sister had murdered her boyfriend not too long ago. Too well.” — Feyre has always been a good actress I’ll give her that

“What?” It was more a growl that anything else but Nesta didn’t blame her. It wasn’t like they were the best of friends, but her tone wasn’t thrilling Nesta. — Bitch she killed your abusive boyfriend, show a little gratitude

“How?” The suspicion in her voice was clear but Nesta didn’t have it in her to explain her secret mafia boss-helper-fuck-buddy to her baby sister. It was bad enough that she’d gotten him involved and the two very different parts of her worlds were getting mixed up. — You see Feyre it’s quite the funny story how that all happened…

“Hey,” Nesta stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s over. You’re safe.” They’d never been one for physical affection, or rather, not to each other. Nesta didn’t remember the last time they’d held each other or hugged past a certain age. Did Feyre secretly want it too, as Nesta missed it and wished on it sometimes? — they’re both too damn proud to let the last aside and reconcile but they’ll get there someday

“It was faster than she’d expected. Tamlin’s arm had come up and pushed Feyre into the coffee table, pushing her vase over the top, sending glass crashing everywhere. Feyre had screamed as she fell to the ground from the impact, likely in shock more than anything else, but Nesta was already moving.” — FUCKING ASSHOLE I AM GLAD YOU DIED YOU PRICK

“Nesta smiled but it was tight and too weak to be considered normal. Their relationship would take time, that was for sure. But something warm blossomed in Nesta’s chest as Feyre returned the smile. Something like hope.” — this is so soft and warms my heart

“Elain. You need to get over him. I’ve tried giving you time. I've tried to be supportive, but we need to agree on this now. You and Grayson ended. Really badly. Let him go now. Stop looking forward to seeing him every time someone enters the room or missing him when he’s late to something. He fucked you over. Don’t forget that so easily.” — oof hard yet it’s the truth. Elain you deserve better than an asshole like him

“Yikes. She should blink if she needs help,” Feyre muttered under her breath. — Feyre is right. Someone save Mrs.Vanserra

“What the fuck is he looking at?,” Feyre hissed, already readying to spring up and start shouting. It was Elain who reached over Nesta’s lap and wrapped a thin hand around Feyre’s forearm, cajoling her to calm down. — WHY IS THAT ASSHOLE ERIS LOOKING AT NESTA?! ELAIN LET GO OF FEYRE AND LET HER PUNCH ERIS

“Nesta struggled to control the shock on her face as her, well her lover she supposed, showed up unexpectedly. She was sure she did a good job, having the practice down perfect of keeping her emotions in check. But Cassian did better, not even sparing her one glance.” — The longing, the prohibited love, the slow burn *chefs kiss*

“No idea,” Nesta answered truthfully. She had no idea where Nolan was- not him, his dreadful son, or his guards.  — oh shit Cassian heard why Nesta is working for Nolan and maybe he killed Nolan and his son - not that not sad about it - OR he paid Nesta’s debt and killed Nolan. Either way Nolan is dead.

“Cassian focused his gaze forward, and while Nesta thought she was strong enough to look away, she was of course, wrong. His gaze snared her. Locked her in and didn’t permit any range of motion save for what he wanted from her.” — THEY ARE JUST SO AUDJDJD

“Cassian nodded politely as a waiter filled up his glass with wine, the barest hint of a smile playing on his lips.” — oh you little shit you’re up to something

“You’re Nesta, right?” — OOOOH SHIT OH SHIT HERE WE GO AND HOW DARE YOU FINISH IT IN A CLIFF HANGER YOU DEVIL

The arranged marriage better be between Cassian and Nesta or I’m hunting you down Nin.

Made (Nessian Mafia AU)

A/N: Hello! I actually finished this chapter a while ago and chose not to post because I wanted to release two chapters at a time. That’s not looking very imminent anymore so here we are. I do love writing about the Archeron sisters and their dynamic together. I think their imperfect relationship is kind of what makes it perfect. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of Domestic Violence, Implied abuse, Violence, Swearing

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Part VIII

“You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you…”

― George R.R. Martin,

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