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Get Cozy Since We're Both Lonely

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Nesta x Reader

Story Summary: You lost your family in the attack on Velaris by Hybern. Nesta lost her humanity and gained a tremendous amount of trauma. Together you find a grand romance between yourselves, and an unwavering commitment to help each other.

Warnings: smut-ish, smut-lite maybe? Nothing too graphic, but a looot of kissing, very horny lol

Words: ~7k

Author's Note: oh my goooood I love this SO MUUUCH SAPPHIC NESTA YES PLEASE THANK YOU BRAIN. I would very much like to have Nesta as my wifey, thank you very much. I hope you all like this! A very different vibe than what I've been writing recently lol. But yesss enjoy my sweet Nesta being treated like the lovely person that she is! (Also this ended up sooo much longer than I expected) - oh and series name is a Watsky song, and the chapter title name is lyrics from it 🫶

18+ only pls

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She was beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Ethereal.

A goddess brought before you, rendered into flesh, perusing the stacks of your bookstore nearly every day.

The eldest sister of your High Lady had utterly captivated you from the moment you had met her, her presence never failing to draw your eyes.

She was breathtaking, yes, but it was everything about her that kept your attention. Her tastes in literature, her coffee order - two shots of espresso poured over ice - the way she dressed, how she always had her hair pulled up, her laugh, her voice.

Each new thing you learned about her, saw in her stunning blue gray eyes made you more interested in Nesta, filling your thoughts with her.

Never before had you felt infatuated with another female, though you had felt an attraction towards some.

But Nesta?

Your thoughts revolved around her visits to your bookstore, each day spent hoping that she would walk in.

It had only been a few months since you had first met Nesta, and only a few months before that since you had lost your family.

The attack on Velaris had stolen your family from you, leaving you in charge of the bookstore and coffee shop that your family had so happily run for generations.

And now it was just you.

Meeting Nesta had been the first good thing to happen to you since that fateful day, her husky voice asking if you carried any romance novels.

From those words alone, you were a goner.

An instant blush had covered your face as you led her over to said section, reluctantly leaving her to browse the titles you carried.

You wanted to know what titles interested her.

Romance had been your own favorite genre since you had been a teenager, only a decade ago. Not what your family had teased you about them being - primarily sex with no plot. No, you preferred soft writing, filled with the gentle building of feelings and, yes, occasionally ending with a few scenes of smut. But the buildup was what you preferred, and the faithful love that the characters had built between them.

And to your absolute delight, Nesta was the same. She even binge read your favorite series, Enchanted, within a week, returning every day to pick up the next book.

Each day, you felt as though her fingers brushed against yours for slightly longer, lingering as she took her receipt.

But you weren't brave enough to ask her if she felt the same overwhelming attraction and interest that you held for her. You knew that there were some fae who enjoyed the company of the same sex, but Nesta had once been a human, and you weren't sure of how accepting they were.

So you stayed quiet, drinking in every second of her presence, giving her free refills of coffee when she chose to stay and read in one of the cozy armchairs you had in front of the fireplace.

Every day you saw her kept your mind off the gaping void in your chest, filling you with warmth. The only other thing that came close to the same effect as Nesta had was the novels that had become your life. Every new book that passed into your store caught your attention, giving you something to fill your mind with.

Today has been hard. Eight months since your family had been slaughtered, and the sky was weeping with you. Hardly any customers had entered your building, for which you were thankful. Your eyes were blurry more often than they weren't, tears slipping down your face, so similarly to the rain sliding down the windows.

Rarely did you drink, but you found yourself at Rita's that night, looking for something to soothe your pain in a way that written words could not. Two vodka cranberries later, and the noise of the bar had become a pleasant thing, your head bobbing to the music.

Someone slid onto the stool next to you. "I'll have a gin and tonic, please," the familiar, rich voice said from your left.

A turn of your head confirmed that it was Nesta who had sat next to you, dressed in a high necked, long sleeved dark purple dress. Your could just see her black heeled boots, hooked on the bar of the stool.

As usual, she looked fantastic. Her hair was braided and pinned into a crown around her head, her eyes sparkling with a bit of pale lavender eyeshadow.

"Hello, Y/N. I've never seen you in here before," Nesta said once she had noticed your eyes on her.

"Ah, I uhm... I don't go out too often, anymore," you replied, your voice a bit shaky. "Do you come here often?"

"Every now and then, when I don't feel like spending my evenings in solitude," Nesta explained, the hints of a smile starting to show. "And I should feel lucky, then, that I happened to be here the same night you decided to come out."

"Oh?" You asked, a bit of heat rising to your cheeks. "Have you been hoping to see me here?"

The hints had turned to a full blown grin, a stunning sight on her.

You would do anything to see it again.

"As a matter of fact, I have. I wanted to ask you about something," Nesta said, a hint of... heat? In her voice.

You bit your lip. "And?"

Nesta's eyes flicked away from yours briefly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Your heartbeat quickened, more blood coming to your cheeks. Before her? You had hoped. After her? You knew. "I do."

Nesta's eyes crinkled, warmth flooding them. "That's funny, I do too." The bartender set Nesta's drink in front of her, and she took a long sip. "I wasn't sure about it for a while, but I think I'm convinced now."

"Really? What changed?" You asked, slightly breathless, both from anticipation and having drank more than you had in couple of months.

Nesta's soft laugh had you melting, your body leaning in her direction, breathing in a bit of her snow and fire scent - quite possibly more intoxicating than the drinks you'd had.

"You. I can't- I have never wanted to be around someone, or wanted someone as much as I want you," Nesta breathed, blush coloring her cheeks as she stared into your eyes, her confession hanging between the two of you.

A smile spread across your lips. "That's good, perfect, actually. I feel the same, Nesta," you admitted, drinking in the way her eyes lit up at your words.

"I'm glad to hear that we're in agreement," Nesta said, finishing the rest of her drink before standing. "Dance with me?" She asked, holding out one of her elegant hands for you to take.

You did in a heartbeat, savoring the warmth of her hand in yours.

You were an awful dancer, but with Nesta next to you, those soft laughs and shining eyes directed at you, you didn't mind embarrassing yourself a bit. Not when she kept pulling you in close, your chests pressed together, lips hovering an inch apart as you gazed up at her, your eyes locked together.

The night passed in a blur of dancing and stumbling back to your apartment, arms locked tightly together in the cold February night. Into your bookstore, past the coffee bar, bookshelves, up the stairs and into your apartment.

Somehow you ended up on the couch, both of you barefooted, hands hovering over each other - afraid to make first contact.

"I... I've never... Done this," Nesta gestured between you. "Before."

You could hear the nerves in her voice now that you were alone together, in the quiet of your living room.

"I haven't either," you admitted with a shy smile. "But it... Are you okay?"

Nesta's lips tilted up. "I'm okay. Just... a tad nervous," she whispered.

Your nose scrunched when your smile widened. "I am too. We can be nervous together," you giggled, happy to see Nesta's expression matching your own. You let your hands touch her, one resting on her right shoulder, the other falling to her left arm, a thumb rubbing over the soft fabric of her dress. Nesta's eyes flicked down before returning to your face, a light blush crawling over her cheeks.

She let her own arms fall over your shoulders, hands toying with the curls of your hair, nails brushing gently against your scalp. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the sensation sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine.

When they opened again, Nesta's face was closer, her eyes darting down to your lips.

You took the plunge, bringing your lips to hers. Soft, plush, exactly how you'd imagined they would feel. It was a kiss just like those you had read about, gentle and tender, full of hope and longing. You let your arms encircle Nesta as she pulled your closer, one of her hands gently fisted in your hair and the other pressing against your back.

When you parted, it was just barely, your lips hovering next to each other as you breathed in the same air, cheeks flushed as your eyes met.

"I think... Being nervous together is a good idea," Nesta breathed, a giggle leaving your lips.

"I agree." You kissed her again, this one just as sweet but firmer, more sure. Your mouths fit perfectly together, moving in tandem without a thought, only pulling away to reposition. Nesta gently pulled you over her lap, your legs straddling hers, lips returning to yours as soon as you were settled, chests pressed together. Her hands returned to your hair, keeping you close as your own cradled the back of her head.

You couldn't get enough of her, get close enough to her. And it seemed as though she was in the same state, keeping you pulled into her even when you parted for breath.

It was when one of her hands snaked underneath your shirt, running up the line of your spine that you let out a soft gasp, hand clutching at her shoulder. Your cheeks somehow colored further, but Nesta seemed delighted by the noise. Her fingers feathered over your spine again, eyes drinking in the way yours fluttered from her touch.

"Sensitive?" She asked, her voice deep, needy.

"Mhm." A scrape of her fingernails had your spine arching, pressing you further against her. "Not fair," you mumbled.

"Mm, you'll just have to find my sweet spots, love," Nesta whispered lowly in your ear. She pressed a gentle kiss to it, then a slow trail down your neck, hand continuing its slow path along your spine.

"Is that a challenge?" You asked breathily, tilting your neck to give her better access.

"More like an invitation."

Your heart stuttered. "I'll definitely be taking you up on that," you whispered, a soft moan leaving your lips when Nesta's lips sucked on your neck gently.

Your head dropped to her shoulder, arms tightening around her. You felt like jelly already, and you hadn't even taken your clothes off.

"Which way to the bedroom, Y/N?" Nesta asked once she relinquished your neck, peppering small kisses along it.

"Mm... Behind the couch," you said, distracted by how intoxicating Nesta was proving herself to be.

Nesta chuckled softly into your ear. "Care to show me?"

You pulled away from her slightly, meeting her eyes. Absolutely stunning, and full of lust. You nodded, and managed to pull yourself off of her, albeit reluctantly. In the few seconds it took to lead her into your bedroom, you missed her warmth and gentle touch.

The faelights in your room came to life as you entered, softly illuminating your room.

You were glad you had made your bed this morning.

Nesta's hands on your waist turned you around, pulling you back into her and into a kiss, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

The alcohol still running through your veins made it easy to pull it off of you, leaving your breasts covered in just a bralette, Nesta's fingers quickly running over the fabric.

"You are absolutely stunning," Nesta said softly. "And you'll have to let me know where you got this," she demanded as she tugged on one of the straps with one hand.

"I think you'll like the matching panties then, too," you giggled, pulling her lips to yours.

"Oh really? How about we find out?" Nesta asked, gently pushing you to the bed, a playful fire in her eyes.

"Sounds like a plan to me," you said, letting her push you onto the bed, her body following soon after.

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Waking was a slow process, your bed warmer and cozier than you ever remembered it being.

It was only when you registered soft breathing coming from in front of you that you remembered the previous night, a smile coming to your lips.

Nesta.

Your eyes fluttered open, met with the sight of her sleeping in front of you. You felt her arm draped over your side, hand against your back.

You had never felt more comfortable or at peace.

Still, the light filtering in through the curtains told you it was past the time you normally woke to open the bookstore, and you had to slowly pull yourself from Nesta's grasp, much to your dismay.

You would much rather stay here, wrapped up with her forever.

You had just finished washing up and dressing in the bathroom when you heard Nesta moving about. Opening the door, you saw that she had sat up in your bed, sheets pulled to her chest.

"Morning," you said quietly as you left the bathroom, standing between it and the bed, unsure of how to proceed.

"Morning, Y/N," Nesta said, her voice still thick with sleep.

You bit your lip, wishing in that moment that you could read minds. "So... Do..." you paused. "Do you want to do this again?"

Nesta blinked at you a few times, before a small smile slid across her face. "I'd like that," she answered quietly. She almost seemed... Shy.

"How about... tonight?" You asked, delighted when she immediately shook her head yes.

"I'd love that, Y/N. When should I come by?"

"Mm, I normally close the store around six, so you could come by then. Would... Would you like to go to dinner?"

"That sounds lovely, Y/N. Six it is," Nesta confirmed, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

"Perfect, Nesta. I've got to go open the shop, but feel free to bathe if you'd like. I'll see you downstairs," you said, a smile glued to your face as you took in your last look at her before you left the room.

Her hair was still in its style from last night, but strands of it were poking out in some places.

She took your breath away, even when ruffled by sleep.

Opening the store went smoothly, luckily with no customers already waiting outside.

Less than half an hour later, Nesta came downstairs, clothed again in her dress from last night, looking just as beautiful.

"Coffee?" You asked, already making her usual drink for her.

"Yes, please," she sighed, rubbing at her forehead. "I don't think I drank enough water last night," she said with a soft laugh, warmth rushing straight to your heart.

"I'll make sure you do in the future," you said lightly.

Nesta smiled at you, her eyes crinkling. "I'd like that."

You bit your lip as you grinned at her, passing her coffee over, your hand lingering on hers. "I'll see you tonight?"

Nesta nodded. "I'll see you tonight, Y/N."

She left your store, taking one last glance over her shoulder before shutting the door behind her.

You were grinning like an idiot, absolutely thrilled with how well last night had went, no matter how unexpected it had been.

Your date that night went perfectly, ending with the two of you snuggled up in bed after a vigorous make out session, both of you too tired to do much more.

The two of you ended up going to dinner the next night.

And the next.

Soon enough, you had spent an entire month together, wrapped in each other's presences. You could safely say you were falling for her, or had fallen for her, or that you were madly in love with her already. All of them were true, as your love continued to grow each and every day, with every passing second you spent with her.

One of your favorite memories so far was yesterday, when the two of you had a picnic by the Sidra, a soft blanket spread out beneath you and a basket loaded full of your favorite pastries, cheeses, fruit, and smoked meats, and a bottle of sparkling wine that the two of you shared.

Together you had read the newest romance novel to arrive at your shop, spending the entire day together with the babbling of the river as your chosen music.

Eventually the two of you had packed up and gone back to her apartment, her large bathtub the most recent place you had made love.

Over your perfect first month together, you had noticed... Nesta seemed to be struggling. There were days that she couldn't keep a train of thought, wrapped up in the memories that you assumed were not pleasant ones. Sometimes she snapped at you over the smallest things, normally something to do with noise.

You never blamed her, knowing that she had gained an entirely new set of senses in the past year... But you wanted to love her. To help her. In any way that you could.

So today, after much prodding and gentle suggestion, you were taking Nesta to the office your own therapist worked at.

Not to your therapist, of course, but to one of the many other trusted trauma mind healers that Velaris had.

"You said I can leave if I want, right?" Nesta asked, her voice a bit shaky.

"Of course. The first session is normally pretty light, mainly getting your back story and what you'd like to work on. And their rooms have silencing wards on them so no one else will hear anything. And the files they keep are spelled so only your therapist can read them unless you give permission. Not even the High Lord."

You knew you were overexplaining, but it had been the only way so far to talk Nesta into getting some kind of help, along with your offered bribe of massages after every session she did. And she had been nervous about her brother in law possibly accessing the files... You weren't entirely certain on their relationship, but on the few nights you hadn't had dinner together, she had gone to her family dinners. And those nights, she tended to come to your apartment in an off mood, like the confidence had been squished out of her.

So you made certain she knew any information she gave her healer would be safe, unable to be accessed unless she allowed it.

Nesta sighed, but let you lead her into the office anyways. "I want lots of cuddling, too," she whispered as the pair of you approached the receptionist's counter.

"Whatever you want, cutie," you agreed, giving her a peck on the cheek. "We're here for an appointment, for Nesta," you said to the receptionist, squeezing Nesta's hand back when she gripped yours tighter.

"Alright, I'll let your healer know," the female behind the counter said, and gestured towards the sitting area. "Go ahead and take a seat, she'll be out for you soon."

"Thank you," you said, leading Nesta over to a couch and wrapping an arm around her. "I'm so proud of you, Nes. Really, it's hard to start this stuff... It took me a long time to get myself in."

A light blush dusted Nesta's cheeks at your words, but she didn't fight them. "Thank you, love. I'm... I'm glad you convinced me..." she whispered, her voice still filled with nerves.

A door swung open, revealing a middle aged high fae female. "Nesta?"

You gave her a big smile before urging her to get up, blowing her a kiss before she disappeared behind the door.

The hour passed by slowly, each minute lightening the worry in your heart. You had been a bit worried about Nesta leaving the appointment five minutes in, but after a half an hour, you were certain that she would make it through the entire session.

To your relief, she did. When she walked out, her eyes were a bit red, but she waved goodbye to the female and promised to meet her next week. Pride swelled in your chest at that, so happy that your love was ready to commit to help.

She walked over to you, arms extended, and without hesitating you gave her a big hug, squeezing her tight.

"How'd it go, love?"

"Good... Hard, but it was... It was nice to talk."

You smiled gently at her, eyes holding her gaze. "I'm glad, Nes. I think you'll enjoy it. *And I'm excited to give you a massage," you giggled, pulling her out of the office and back into the streets.

Nesta laughed, and even if it was still a bit sad, you took it as a win. "I'm excited for that too, honey."

You flushed at the pet name- she had rarely called you that outside of the privacy of your bedroom. It brought up... heated memories.

Nesta knew that, and pinched your ass as she practically chased you back home. As soon as you were shut in your apartment, she threw her dress off, leaving her in just her undergarments, and laid down on the couch. "Massage please," Nesta said, her slight whine so cute that you couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, my love," you giggled, crawling on top of her so you could start easing the tension from her back and shoulders.

Over the next two weeks, both you and Nesta continued seeing each other whenever you were able, and Nesta started going to see her healer twice a week, already making some strides in learning to manage her trauma.

It was a Wednesday night when you said it. You had both clumsily cooked chicken alfredo, both of you mediocre at cooking at best, so it was a surprise it came out decent at all. The process had probably taken longer than it needed to, with how often the two of you stopped to kiss and touch each other.

It was over dinner that it slipped out, so casually that it shocked even you.

Nesta had just told you a joke about - you couldn't even remember what it was about - but you had laughed so hard, a laugh that was pure joy.

"Mother, I love you," you said, clearly, boldly.

Nesta's eyes widened slightly, and in the few seconds she didn't respond your heart sank into the floor, in the earth.

"I- I love you too," Nesta said softly, a gentle expression on her face.

You grinned and grabbed one of her hands, pressing a firm kiss to the top of it. "You do?"

Nesta narrowed her eyes at you playfully before smiling at you. "I do, Y/N."

"Good. That makes me just as happy as loving you makes me," you cooed, standing from your chair and going over to her. "I hope you know how lucky I consider myself to have you in my life."

Nesta flushed bright red at your admission, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. "I- I don't understand how I got you," Nesta whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I'm such a-" she sniffled. "A bad person."

You sank to your knees in front of her, hands cupping her face. "Hey- that is not true at all Nesta. You are so wonderful, and caring, and kind. You are an amazing person, Nesta. And you have me because you are an amazing person. I love you for who you are, Nessie." You hoped your eyes conveyed just how much your cherished her, cared for her, loved her.

Nesta was quiet for a minute, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. "Really?"

You smiled at her lovingly. "Really. Now, if anyone said those words to you, I will go beat the crap out of them for you. You do not deserve to hear those words. And if it was you that said them to yourself, well, I'll make sure you know every day just how amazing you are," you offered.

Nesta laughed weakly. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll be able to handle it. Though you praising me... I think I can handle that," she said, her lips just barely tilting up.

"Well, let me start right now. You are so sweet, and you know how to cook just as well as I do, aaand you know exactly how to cheer me up when I'm having a tough day," you said, rising up a bit to pepper kisses over Nesta's wet cheeks. Her eyes closed and nose wrinkled as you did so, allowing you to press a light kiss over each eye, causing her to laugh.

"Okay, okay. You can stop," Nesta giggled, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. She pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, soft and sweet. "Thank you, Y/N. For everything."

"You're welcome, my love. Now... How about dessert?" You asked, quirking a brow at her. "Snuggles? Kisses? Actually dessert?"

Nesta rolled her eyes, but stood from her chair and pulled you towards the bedroom. "How about all three? And maybe a bit more?" She asked in a sultry tone.

"A bit more would be lovely."

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Another month passed in almost complete bliss, your life with Nesta falling perfectly into place. Therapy was going well for both of you, and you felt more alive than you had ever since you lost your family.

Nesta was the sun in your life, even when it was raining. Her presence never failed to make you happy, and you loved that you seemed to do the same for her. She was still struggling some days, but she seemed to be better at pulling herself out of it and processing what was wrong.

That alone made you beam with pride, how far she had come in trying to heal.

Every morning now, Nesta helped you open the bookstore, and you had even taught her how to make the drinks you serve in the small café. For most of the day, she read in an armchair next to the fire, and helped you restocked books.

You had mentioned something about needing to pay her for her work, but Nes had adamantly refused, claiming that her time with you was more than enough payment.

So instead, you gave her any books she wanted for free. Most of the time, the books stayed in the building, simply making their way up to your apartment, normally to your bedside tables.

Today, Nesta was out at the High Lord and Lady's house, attending one of the weekly family dinners she was seemingly required to attend.

You didn't mind, of course, you thought that Nesta being close with her sisters was extremely important. It's just...

Every week, she tended to have a bad day after their dinners, and you were... Well, you were concerned that something nefarious was happening there, something that was hurting Nesta. Whatever it was, she had refused to talk to you about it as of now.

So tonight, you'd made yourself a simple salad with a bit of salmon on it, and had a quiet bubble bath while you waited for Nesta to come home.

You'd nearly fallen asleep while reading in bed by the time she came into the bedroom.

"Marry me."

That woke you up, book forgotten as you sat up.

"What?" You asked, heart thudding in your chest.

"Marry me, Y/N," Nesta said again, striding across the room to your bedside. "I don't-" she took a deep, steadying breath. "I don't ever want to spend another day without you, and I don't want to spent another day not married to you."

You were breathing faster now, heart racing in your chest as she spoke. "Really?"

Nesta grinned at you. "Really."

You bolted out of bed and into her arms, letting her spin you in a circle. "Yes! Yes, yes yes, Nessie!" You exclaimed, planting a kiss on her lips once you stilled.

Both of you had rosy cheeks from your excitement, and matching toothy smiles as you stared at each other.

"So... Want to go track down a priestess with me?" Nesta asked, intertwining her fingers with yours.

"Sounds like a plan to me," you said, already moving to the closet to get changed.

"Oh, no, I think you should go just like this," Nesta whispered in your ear as she wrapped her arms around you, one hand resting on your stomach and the other in between your breasts.

You giggled at the suggestion. "Nessie I'm in a nightgown, and a skimpy one at that."

"All the better, just wear a long coat over it," Nesta said between the soft kisses she was placing on your neck.

"As much as you would enjoy the view, I'd much rather be in a pretty and slightly more appropriate dress, love." You started flicking through your options, though you were very distracted by the female behind you, still loving on the skin of your neck.

"I suppose I could change as well, put on something a bit more elegant," Nesta said, pulling away from your neck.

"Mm, we could dress and undress each other for our wedding."

"That's just what I was thinking, honey." Nesta began flipping through her own wardrobe that she'd begun to leave here, quickly settling on a long sleeved dress that would reach her ankles, made of a beautiful silk. It was one of the dresses that you absolutely adored her in, but almost never made it out of the house, or even the bedroom.

"Oh, Nes, you know that after this that dress will absolutely never see the light of day again because I will keep you in here with me for hours, right?"

Nesta chuckled from beside you as she began undressing. "I was counting on that, baby."

You rolled your eyes playfully at her before picking out the dress you would wear. You didn't have near as many fancy dresses as Nesta did, but the silk wrap dress that reached your knees would be nice enough for the occasion. It was in a light lavender, with a ribbon to tie around your waist.

"Love, I could say the exact same thing about your choice. You look fantastic in that dress, I think maybe we'll have to have a little reenactment once a month or so," Nesta said once she eyed the dress you had picked.

You kissed her firmly, pouring all of your love into it. "We just might. Now, let's get dressed quickly so that we can find a priestess before they're all asleep," you said, lightly pulling her dress off its hanger.

It may not have been quick, but you and Nesta both got changed into your chosen outfits, with many kisses and gentle touches exchanged in the process.

"Oh- do we have rings?" You asked just as you left the bookstore, locking it behind you.

Nesta froze for a moment. "No. Shit, how could I have forgotten the rings...?" She muttered.

"That's fine, I'm sure someone will be open in the Palace of Thread and Jewels, and it's on the way to the Temple," you told her, grasping her hand and pulling her in that direction.

Sure enough, there were a few vendors that were just about to pack up, and one of them happened to have a display filled with gorgeous rings, some even shown as a matching set.

Together you picked out a matching set of rings, designed with a thin silver band and a small, pale pink diamond in the center. Simple but elegant, with silver for Nesta and pink for you.

The next task in your list to get married was easily accomplished, with the Temple of Night still buzzing with priestesses. One of them, Rosanna, who you had spoken with at your store before, and was more than willing to help you and Nesta on short notice.

With excitement buzzing in your veins, you and Nesta walked hand in hand into the ceremony room, the vaulted ceiling made entirely of glass and pouring moonlight into the room.

Rosanna stood behind the altar in the center of the room, and gestured for the two of you to stand on either side of it.

Once you were in your places, Rosanna lit the three candles on the altar, letting them burn for a minute before speaking.

"Hold your hands together over the flames, please," she requested, and the two of you complied, sharing happy smiles as your eyes met. "The Mother has brought the two of you together with the strings of fate, and with those very strings you choose to bind yourselves for eternity. Tonight you have decided to share your souls, binding them under the moonlight for better or for worse, never to be parted. The flames beneath your hands represent the trials you might face in your shared lives, but with each other, you will persevere. Do you have vows prepared?"

Nesta spoke first, tears shining in her eyes. "In the time that I have known you, Y/N, you have always helped me, cared for me, and shared your love with me. I hope to always return your affections, to keep you safe, and make you happy. I love you, Y/N, and I will always love you."

By the time Nesta finished her vows, tears were streaming down your face, and you were barely able to pull yourself together to say your own.

"Nesta, you have always been a bright light in my life, bringing me joy even if just with a passing smile or a brush of your hand. You have helped me feel alive again, and have made my life so much happier and lively since we have been together. I love you forever, no matter what."

Now both of you were crying, hands squeezed tightly together over the warmth of the candles.

"The Mother sees your devotion, and blesses this union. You may now kiss the bride," Rosanna said cheerily, watching as you and Nesta raised your clasped hands so that your faces could meet over the flames, a gentle joining of your lips the first kiss of your married life. Together, you blew out the flames, only then releasing your hands. You slid Nesta's onto her ring finger, appreciating how perfect it looked on her. Nesta did the same for you, rubbing her thumb over it once it was securely on your finger.

"Now, who will be taking the other's last name?"

"I'll take Nesta's," you answered quickly, grinning at your now wife. "It would be strange for you to not be Nesta Archeron," you said softly. "And... I'd like to take your last name."

Nesta's light blush was enough of an answer for you, but she confirmed it for Rosanna anyways. "Y/N will be taking my last name."

"That's wonderful. I hope the two of you have a wonderful marriage, Mrs and Mrs Nesta Archeron," Rosanna said formally. "And Y/N, I'll be expecting a coffee as my payment for this," Rosanna teased with a wink before leading the two of you out of the temple. "Now go, enjoy your first night as a married couple!"

You and Nesta giggled softly together, but did as she said, stopping in at Rita's for one drink each. After that, you headed straight home, more than ready to have a long night together. Nesta's wandering hands made themselves known on the walk, pinching your ass every now and then.

By the time you made it into your apartment, Nesta's hands were already untying the ribbon of your dress, her lips on your throat.

Oh yes, it would be a long night.

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The next morning, you decided to keep the store closed, staying in with your new wife instead.

Somehow, that title had made Nesta even more attractive to you, which you had previously thought impossible. You woke before her, and just laid staring at her beautiful face as she slept.

Of course, she had gently swatted at you when she realized you had been watching her sleep, but you only laughed and nuzzled into her, relishing in the soft whimpers she let out when you licked at her neck.

"Good morning, my sweet wife," you whispered in her ear. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a goddess," Nesta said softly, turning so she was facing you. "I think that's due to my pretty little wife sleeping next to me."

You blushed at her words, loving this new title you had for one another. "Mm, I think so too. Having you next to me always makes my sleep better."

Nesta let out a pleased huff, her eyes drifting closed. "That's good, love." She yawned wide, her body going taught before relaxing even more in your arms.

You loved when Nesta was sleepy, she was always so adorable.

"Don't go back to bed, Nessie, I wanted to make breakfast together," you whined quietly, without any real force behind it. If you tried, you could likely fall back asleep in Nesta's embrace.

"Mm, only if you find a way to make me wake up," Nesta replied, yawning halfway through.

An idea sparked in your head.

You gently pushed Nesta back onto her back, ignoring her huffy breaths of protest in favor of crawling beneath the blankets, settling yourself between her legs.

She would be better than breakfast.

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Your first five days of marriage, you hardly left your apartment. If you did, it was for you and Nesta to run the bookstore, only managing it for a couple of hours at a time before you slipped back upstairs after turning over the open sign in the window.

It was absolute bliss, getting to know Nesta even better, hearing more about what she wanted from a marriage. Someone who is not only her partner, but also her best friend, and someone that she can trust.

You were happy to say that you fit the bill.

It was on your sixth day that Nesta paced around your apartment before you had even woken.

"What's up, Nessie?" You asked her, peeling yourself out of bed to stop her in her tracks.

"Somehow-" Nesta paused, taking a calming breath. "Somehow my family found out about our wedding, and they... They want to meet you," she explained, a distraught look on her face.

"I... Is that a bad thing...?" You asked hesitantly.

Nesta nodded, but panicked when she saw your face fall at her answer. "Not because of you! It's because of them. I don't... I don't know how they'll react. I don't care, but I don't want you to be hurt," Nesta clarified.

"Oh, Nes. I'm sure I'll be fine, and if they say anything rude, we can just leave. Right?"

Nesta's face scrunched up in the way she did when she wasn't happy with the outcome, but had to accept it anyway. "I suppose..."

"And if they don't say anything rude, then it will have been a nice gesture of them to care enough to meet me," you said, swiping a thumb soothingly across her cheek.

Nesta sighed. "I guess you're right... So... tomorrow at seven?"

You smiled. "I'll be ready, Nes. Now - I thought that today we could move the rest of your things in here, if you'd like?" You said, attempting to not only distract her from tomorrow, but get her to fully live with you.

It worked, warmth flooding Nesta's lovely blue-gray eyes. "I'd love to, honey."

Once you managed to keep yourselves clothed long enough, moving Nesta's things into your apartment went smoothly. A few extra bookshelves, filled with Nesta's own collection, made its way into your shared apartment, along with all of Nesta's clothes. Beyond that, she didn't have many things, as most of the furniture had come with her apartment.

The rest of the day was spent in privacy, a clumsily made stew your dinner for the day, with more time spent kissing and giggling than actually cooking.

The next morning, Nesta had woken you up with her tongue between your legs, an orgasm rolling through you before you were fully aware of what was happening. You spent the day paying her back, feasting on her as she read some of the more graphic scenes in your favorite series, loving how her hand in your hair guided you.

By the time dinner rolled around you had bathed twice, the second time only being needed after Nesta had pinned you against a wall and sucked marks onto your neck and shoulders, which had faded into pale yellow marks by the time you arrived in front of the High Lord and Lady's newest residence.

The River House.

From what you could see from the outside, the interior was cozy and slightly informal, and you could already hear roaring laughter from within as you stood hand in hand with Nesta in front of the large front doors.

"Are you ready?" Nesta asked quietly. "Because if you aren't, we can-"

"Nessie, it's going to be fine. Now, let's get inside, the sooner we do the sooner we can go home," you said, pressing a gentle kiss to her mouth. "Now, do you want to knock, or should I?"

Nesta shook her head at you and smiled. "I love you," she said as she knocked on the thick wood.

"I love you too."

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Every Family Is A Butterfly

Welcome to the Family: Chapter 2 | series masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Nesta x Reader

Summary: Your first dinner with the in-laws... Does not go well, to say the least.

Warnings: homophobia, toxic inner circle, lemme know if I missed something

Words: ~2.7k

Author's Note: ahhhhHHHHH NESTAAAAA 🥰🥰🥰 I'm soooo glad that I'm updating this one, I LOVE Nesta so damn much and I always forget cause I'm so Feysand obsessed lol. I hope you guys enjoy this one, uhhh Cassian is the absolute worst. Sorry Cassie boy, you're a total douche in this story... I'll be posting the first chapter and this one to AO3 tomorrooow probably. Or like. Later today cause it's past midnight 👍 (chapter title is from Welcome to the Family (the song lol))

18+ only pls

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The door swung opening, revealing your High Lady. A smile graced her lips, but her eyes were tense.

“Feyre,” Nesta said stiffly. “This is my wife, Y/N. Y/N, this is my youngest sister, Feyre.”

You smiled brightly, taking her slender, tattooed hand in yours when she extended it. “It’s so nice to meet you, Feyre. Nesta has told me a lot about you, and of course, you’ve been a wonderful High Lady.”

That strained smile stayed in place as Feyre responded, “Thank you, it’s lovely to meet you as well. Come in.” She stepped aside to let the two of you inside, shutting the door behind you.

Nesta slotted her hand in yours as Feyre led you through the house to a sitting room, seven stunning people watching as the three of you passed through the archway.

“Everyone,” Nesta began, her voice confident. “I would like to introduce you to Y/N, my wife,” she finished with a smile directed at you, your heart fluttering.

You would never stop feeling butterflies at that look, so soft and sweet and all for you.

“It’s lovely to meet you all,” you said with a smile. They all introduced themselves, though you recognized a few of them. Feyre had sat down next to Rhys, your High Lord, on a loveseat, and sitting together on a couch was Mor, Elain, and Lucien. Azriel and Amren both sat alone in cushy armchairs, leaving one spot on the loveseat next to Cassian.

That fact did not go unnoticed by you, or by Nesta, with the way she stiffened as she began leading you to the open seat. Nesta smoothed her dress before sitting, tugging you onto her lap a moment later, and you let out a giggle as her arms wrapped around you. You felt her nose against the base of your neck a moment later, taking a calming breath of your scent before relaxing slightly below you.

You let your fingers intertwine with hers, hoping that she could feel the love you were sending to her.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Mor said cheerily, the first person to seem pleased by your relationship with Nesta. “Though I am a little upset, Nesta.”

Her fingers tightened around yours before relaxing. “Why?”

“Because you didn’t invite me to the wedding!” Mor said plainly, as though it was the most obvious answer.

“Well,” you giggled. “It was a bit spur-of-the-moment, Nesta came home one night and said that she didn’t want to spend another day without being married to me.” You looked behind you to give Nes a dreamy look, certain that there were hearts in your eyes.

“Aww,” Mor cooed, clapping her hands together lightly. “I’m so happy for the two of you! Y/N, we have to get together some time, I want to know my best friend’s wife!”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, actually looking forward to spending time with the blonde, from the stories Nesta had told you. “I’d love that, Mor!”

“So, Nesta. How did the two of you meet?” Rhys asked abruptly, and your eyes snapped to him.

Nesta inhaled deeply before answering. “We met in Y/N’s bookstore a few months ago.”

Now that was odd.

Nesta loved telling the story of how the two of you met and got together, gushing about how she knew she was going to fall in love with you the moment she spoke to you, especially once you’d started discussing your tastes in books.

Maybe… Maybe your suspicion about these dinners had been correct.

“A few months ago?” Feyre asked, a brow quirked. “Isn’t that a bit… Soon, to get married?”

Nesta scoffed lightly. “As though you didn’t get married within a few months, Feyre.” “Yes, but… Rhys is my mate,” Feyre said simply, as though it was reason enough.

“And Y/N feels like my mate, I love her so dearly,” Nesta responded.

You felt Cassian stiffen, heard his wings flare behind him, and your brow scrunched for a moment before smoothing out.

“So when, exactly, did you meet?” Elain asked from your right, her eyes locked on Nesta.

“In the tenth month of last year,” Nesta answered, her arms tightening every so slightly around you, her discomfort radiating in waves now.

“And… When did you start seeing each other?” Feyre asked, her tone light but you knew the reasoning.

They wanted to prove that you weren’t meant to last.

But they were wrong.

“About three months ago,” Nesta ground out, and you set to massaging her fingers gently, working some of the tension out and reminding her that you were here, and you were here to stay.

Amren hummed, but said nothing else, causing Nesta’s head to whip towards her. You imagined that she was fixing her with a glare, daring her to say something against your relationship.

“That’s… Quick,” Rhys commented, violet eyes trained on you. “Nesta said you have a bookstore?”

You nodded. “Yes, it’s been my family’s for centuries,” you responded, only the barest traces of a smile on your face.

“That’s nice, Y/N,” Elain said. “Does your family help you run it?”

A pain hit your heart at the question, rarely did you have people ask after your family anymore. “No, they… They were killed in the attack,” you answered quietly.

Sympathetic eyes hit you from every angle, and you wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground beneath you as memories of that day flashed in your mind. Nesta’s fingers gripped yours gently, bringing you back to the present.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Rhys said softly.

“Dinner is ready,” a shadow-wraith announced from the archway, disappearing too quickly for you to ask for her name.

Slowly, the ten of you migrated over to the dining room, and thankfully there were enough seats for all of you. You sat at one corner of the table, Nesta next to you, and her other side taken by Azriel. At one end of the table, Rhys and Feyre had crammed their chairs close enough to sit next to each other, the other end taken by Amren. Opposite you was Mor, who gave you a reassuring smile. Across from Nesta was Cassian, who Nesta seemed to be doing everything to avoid looking at, and next to him was Elain, then Lucien.

Conversation was slow to start again as you all dished up your plates, the roast already carved into perfect, tender slices.

Which would be wonderful, if you ate meat…

But as it was, you only ate fish and occasionally eggs, meat and poultry having never agreed with your stomach properly.

Nesta shooed your hands away from the salad tongs, covering half of your plate in a blend of leafy greens and chopped bell peppers for you before taking some for herself, a knowing smile aimed at you. She plated all of your food for you, only the roast not making its way onto your plate, none of the other dishes containing meat of any kind. You smiled softly at her before you began eating, squeezing her hand below the table in thanks.

“So, where are the two of you planning to live?” Rhys asked after a while, breaking the relative silence of chewing and cutlery scraping against plates. “I’d imagine in Nesta’s apartment.”

Ah.

“No, we’ve already moved Nesta’s things into my apartment above the shop, and yesterday the landlord nullified her lease,” you said plainly before taking another bite of your salad, hoping that your answer settled any questions in his mind about you using Nesta to get to his money.

As though you would ever be so cruel, as to use someone like that. Especially someone who had been through as much as Nesta had been.

No, you would be happy to provide for Nesta for the rest of your life, if it meant she would be happy and healthy.

Even if she weren’t with you, a tiny part of your mind whispered, but you shut it down quickly.

Because she is with you, and very happily.

“I’m sure that’s a dream for you, Nesta,” Mor chirped, grinning at her. “Not only are you married to an owner of a bookstore, you live above the bookstore! Do you ever go downstairs in the middle of the night to grab a new book?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Nesta’s cheeks colored ever so slightly, and your eyes widened a bit. “I knew those books weren’t there the night before!” you giggled, playfully hitting Nesta’s arm.

A low growl shocked the smile off of your face, and you looked to the source.

Cassian.

He was glaring at you, his hazel eyes flicking between yours and where your hand had hit Nesta.

You looked at him questioningly. What the fuck?

Mor cleared her throat awkwardly. “So, will the two of you be hosting a wedding party? I know you already did the ceremony and all, but I would love to celebra-”

“Oh, come on!” Cassian yelled, stopping the blonde mid-sentence, who turned to gape at him. “Are you all really going to act like this is normal?! Nesta barely knows this… This…” He waved his hands at you furiously. “Female,” he hissed. “How could she even be happy with her?! There is no world in which you, Y/N, can satisfy my Nesta, my MATE!” Cassian roared, his chair on the ground and his wings spread wide as he towered over the dining table.

Your heart dropped into your stomach at his confession, and one glance at Nesta told you that she was just as horrified at the revelation as you were, her eyes pleading as they looked in yours. You gave a tiny nod of understanding, then turned your head back to the threat, your arm reaching out to protect Nesta.

But you had forgotten; Nesta didn’t always need your protection.

She stood from her own chair the instant after your arm darted out, her hand grasping yours firmly, reassuringly. “Cassian,” she growled, so much rage in one word. “You asked me to go out to dinner with you, and I rejected you. You asked me again, and I rejected you again. A third time, you asked me on a date, which I clearly turned down. I would think that by now, you would understand that I do not like you. I do not want to be your mate,” Nesta spat at him coldly. “And if you cared for me beyond an animalistic level, you would respect my choices. But I can see that I was wrong, about all of you except for Mor. I love Y/N, and she loves me. And that’s more than I can say for the rest of you.”

Nesta tugged you from your chair without wasting another second and began leading you to the door, so many sets of footsteps following the two of you to the exit.

“Nesta,” Cassian growled as her hand landed on the doorknob. “Do not make me chase you.”

Nesta looked back at him, nothing but cold, hard hatred in her eyes. “There’s nothing to chase, you imbecile. If I felt the bond that you claim, I would shatter it this instant. I am married, and I love Y/N.” She flung the door open, letting it hit the wall behind it as she pulled you outside and out of that now-suffocating house, the weight of her family’s disappointment lifting off you the moment you were in the fresh air of Velaris.

You felt Nesta’s boiling temper the entire walk home, but you let it rest for the moment. She would talk to you, when she was ready.

Which happened to be immediately after entering your shared apartment.

“I cannot believe them!” Nesta yelled into the air, taking a few deep, deep breaths to calm herself down before focusing on more measured breaths for a few minutes. You busied yourself with making tea for the two of you, watching as Nesta paced in the living room. “I just…” she sighed heavily, taking a seat on the couch. “I cannot believe how rude they were. I know I told them that you don’t eat meat. And fucking Cassian,” she sobbed. “I thought he understood that I am not interested.”

You went to her, tea cups in hand, and sat next to her on the couch, cups placed on the table. “I know, love, I’m so sorry,” you said, offering a hand to her. Nesta took it with a watery smile, her stormy, steel-blue eyes tinged with red around the edges. “And springing that news on you, in front of everyone…”

Tears leaked from Nesta’s eyes as she held your hand tighter. “I swear, I had no idea, I would have rejected hi-”

“Hey,” you shushed her, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I know you didn’t, Nessie, you looked just as shocked as I felt. Though if… If you wanted to explore the bond-”

“Gods, no,” Nesta chuckled wetly, wiping more tears from her face. “I don’t even want to be in the same building as him now, with how he treated me and you tonight.”

You let out a breath of relief that you hadn’t even realized you were holding. “I’m so glad to hear that, Nes.” You brought her hand to your lips, pressing them gently to the back of it. “I love you, you know that, right?” Nesta nodded. “And you know that your family being… Less than pretty up close won’t change that, right?” Nesta hesitated, but nodded after a minute of you staring pointedly at her. “And you’re not… Reconsidering us, are you?”

“Never,” Nesta breathed, her free hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I will never reconsider loving you, Y/N.”

“We’re in agreement, then,” you said softly, slowly leaning in for a kiss, if she wanted. Her lips pressed gently to yours in the next moment, soft and tender, and full of love. “Now… Would you like to take a bath? I could draw one for you, or we could take one together,” you offered, eyes cataloging her reaction.

Her face relaxed at the suggestion, her lips tilting up slightly at the edges. “Together, please,” she answered quietly, and you could hear the exhaustion in her voice, now that some of the anger had drained out of her.

"Alright, Nessie, you stay here and drink your tea until I come to get you.” You waited to leave until she picked up her cup and took a sip, rolling her eyes at you.

But you knew she appreciated how much you insisted on her taking care of herself, even when she didn’t feel like it.

The bath water was drawn quickly, a lovely gingerbread scented soap added to the water and covering the top with a thick layer of bubbles. Next you lit a few candles and turned off the faelights before going to fetch Nesta, who had finished her tea in the time you had been gone.

“Let’s go, love,” you said as you gently pulled her off of the couch, though she grabbed your cup of tea before she let you lead you into the bedroom, and you knew without her having to say that she expected you to drink your tea before getting in the bath.

You took the cup from her, taking a large gulp of the still warm tea as Nesta began tying your hair up, her own having already been secured for dinner.

“Are you okay, baby?” Nesta asked you softly when she was done, her hands resting on your waist.

“I can’t say… That their treatment didn’t sting, but I am fine, Nes. I promise,” you reassured her as you spun in her grip. She raised her brow at you, her eyes serious. “I promise. Besides, at least we know that Mor likes me,” you giggled.

Nesta’s face softened at the mention of her friend. “That is the bright spot of tonight, I suppose,” she sighed. “Well, besides the bath I’m about to have with my beautiful, amazing, understanding, wife.”

You smiled wide at her before reaching for the ties of her dress. “Let me just speed that part of the night along,” you said, pressing a kiss to Nesta’s lips when she blushed lightly. “I happen to need a dose of my lovely wife Nesta, with a side of warm bubble bath.”

Nesta snorted at your words before starting to take your own dress off with gentle hands. “We’re in agreement, then.”

You nodded up at her, once again amazed that she, Nesta, loved you, and chose you. “Yes, we are.”

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