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y'all im working on A Court of Witchcraft and Wizardry (acowaw?) and I’m on a scene with some Nessian ayyyy

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Staying in Illyria... must be difficult for nesta...

A Court of Witches and Warriors

HELLO! I wrote a thing. I wrote a couple of things actually but this is the only sfw stuff that I’m not embarassed to share. This is one of my first times writing fics so..yeah. Anyways. I wanted to write a fic of basically all the random HCs I have of the plot of ACOSF. Feel free to read and leave comments-please! Yes I am aware the title is corny but it felt wrong leaving it title-less. Okay. I’ll stop now. Enjoy (hopefully)

Masterlist link here

Trigger warning: some suicidal thoughts

Tagging: @moe8

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Chapter 1-Nesta

The humidity- that was the first thing she noticed about Illyria. No matter how hot it got by midday or cold it got my nightfall, the incessant moisture in the air never let up. Nesta had grown up near the wall, in the northern region of the mortal lands. There it was mercilessly cold, but at least the air didn’t sit heavy on your head and lungs and make it difficult to breathe. She already found it difficult to breathe- she didn’t really need anymore of this added on. This being everything really. The camp. The exile. The queens. Him.

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ACOWAW Tag List!

Hey guys! So I recently received a comment from @bluephoenix222 about being tagged in my ACOTAR Hogwarts AU! If you would also like to be tagged in future chapters, please message me/comment on this post!!

ps. I will be updating soon, I promise!!! I’m currently working on Part Four.

[iamnesta]

Part Three of ACOWAW (that Hogwarts au) will be posted tomorrow!! There's some Elucien fluff in it, so.... get ready

[iamnesta]

To those of you wondering about part 4 of my acotar hogwarts au: don't worry, I am writing it. I've just been in this weird, depressive slump that I 100% blame on school. Sorry, but mental health comes first!! (But I hope to have the next chapter up by next week?? We'll see.)

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I'm currently revisiting this fic... at first I didn't leave comments so I'm adding them now better late than never I guess... Cassian , go f*ck those bastards up... make 'em pay

A Court of Witches and Warriors

It came to my brain in the middle of the night that I didn’t add any trigger warnings to chapter 1 so I will be fixing that- I’m so sorry about that. I know most people probably haven’t read this story anyways but it won’t be happening again. Also, all characters and plot from ACOTAR belong to SJM.

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Warnings: Implied sexual assault, Alcoholism, Addiction

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Chapter 2-Cassian

She looked so lost. So at odds with the female he had come to know after she had been turned High Fae. From the moment Cassian had met Nesta, even as a human woman, he had been enraptured. She was a mystery to say the least. He’d never seen so much anger and grace in each sharp movement she had made that day she’d kneed him in the balls. Never had he come across a female with such vicious words, simply to hide the bleeding heart underneath. She reminded him of Amren- vaguely-except Amren did not love and rage and hurt and suffer as Nesta did.

Where had she gone? Where was the woman who had stood her ground against the most powerful High Lords of Prythian, back ramrod straight, practically scolding them on their selfishness as a mother would to her mischievous toddlers? He hadn’t seen that fire in her, the same one that beckoned him closer from that first day- not in months. Hell, not in a year almost.

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Tag Game: Post the first line of your WIP

The rules are simple: Post the first line of your WIP (or a line you’re particularly proud of) without context, then tag as many people as there are words in the line - or until you run out of people to tag if it’s long! If you don’t have a WIP, share a line from your favorite book!

Thank you @lady-therion for tagging me! 💜 —————

I have already done this tag, buuuut I feel guilty about not updating A Court of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so here’s the first line of Part Three:

It was the first Hogsmeade trip of the year, and Lucien found himself sandwiched between Feyre and Elain in a booth at The Three Broomsticks.

(I am so sorry for not updating ACOWAW!! Hopefully Part Three will be posted soon?? I have major writer’s block so we’ll see.) —————

Also, I’m not gonna tag anyone, but feel free to do this tag if you want to!!

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A Court of Witches and Warriors

Notes: This took FOREVER. And for the 3 people that are still reading this fic, I'm so sorry it took so long. But I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: swearing, depictions of violence

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Chapter 18- Cassian

Cassian had been in dangerous situations many times in his life. Becoming the Commander of the Night Court’s armies for centuries had made that an innate part of the job description.

Never once had he hesitated to throw himself onto the path of danger. It wasn’t in him to do so.

The only time he’d ever felt fear like this was when he had been hurt, wings and bones broken, lying uselessly on a battlefield while death came for him. Not for himself, but for the female who’d lain her body across him like a shield.

He’d wanted her to go then. Run. But she had refused. He’d laid his heart out for her in that moment, a foolish, lovesick confession that he’d regretted every day since. Every rebuke and push that Nesta had given him afterwards had made him doubt if he ever should have admitted anything at all to her in those final, fateful seconds.

But in that moment…

It had been worth it.

Then Elain had saved them, and Nesta, to his relief, had survived. But that quick save would end up being useless in a matter of seconds yet again, because here he was, in a position of weakness all over again. And unless Nesta ran, they’d be repeating history with a more deadly outcome than the last time.

“Nesta,” he breathed out. Careful not to make any sudden movements that the martax would see, he slowly adjusted himself and her placement behind him. One hand was already outstretched in front of him, sword ready to fight. His spare, now resting on Nesta’s behind him. He gave her hand one final squeeze before letting go. It was all he was going to be able to give her before they parted.

The martax stopped in their movements, sniffing the air. Cassian had already scented it. Even before the monsters had appeared before them.

Children. Likely playing near their village boundary, completely unaware of how close they were to danger.

Nesta grabbed the hand he’d pulled from hers. “I’m going to spectrate us away Cassian. Hold on to-“

A sharp peal of laughter sounded from the east, met with equally loud chuckles and yells. Nesta gasped and it was all he could do to not mirror the movement in order to keep his eyes ahead.

“I can’t go. The younglings are playing too close. If we can hear them, they already have.”

Indeed, as if to confirm what he’d feared all along, one of the three martax broke off from the trio and began to make its way to the underbrush on the left. Another sound of laughter rebounded around them.

They were getting too close, Cassian realized, ice lining his gut. He’d do anything to save those children.

Save Nesta too. It was the only clear thought in Cassian’s mind amongst the near blinding panic.

“Cassian,” Nesta tried again.

“I can’t,” he whispered back, turning his head just a fraction to take in her fear-stricken face. She was pale enough that he worried she may faint. But he didn’t have time to worry about that anymore. “I need you to run. Spectrate to those children, get them far away. Then go back to Windhaven and tell the other warriors to come here. Do not come back here Nesta. You’re not trained enough to-“

“No!,” she breathed. “No, I won’t leave you here. They’ll kill you.”

“As opposed to you, me and those children dying together?,” he snapped.

He shouldn’t have raised his voice, because the middle martax, the leader Cassian assumed, narrowed his focus onto them again. It took a large step towards them, its maw already opening in anticipation for the meal it knew it would get soon. Cassian took a step back, Nesta moving in turn with him.

It didn’t matter. The martax took another step, growling a sound so horrific, Cassian’s very bones grew brittle. It wasn’t a sound that belonged on the land. Nor any waters or skies. It was the sound of Hell, true Hell, and it was headed straight for Cassian.

Cassian turned again to look at Nesta, staring back at him with horror mirroring his own. Horror and fear and something more. Something deeper. Something neither of them had bothered to say, or even acknowledge. Even with how far they’d come, how they had become friends, lovers, and on the brink of something more- they’d never said the words.

“I-“

He stopped her. Knew that if he heard the words, whatever she may or may not be admitting, he’d leave with her then and there, consequences be damned.

“I know,” he said. He lifted his hand to her face, stroking her cheekbone, hoping his expression would tell her everything he’d left unsaid between them. Everything he should have told her a long time ago.

“I know,” he reassured her again.

Tears began to form in Nesta’s waterline but they didn’t fall. She didn’t let them fall. Grasping the hand he’d left on her face, she pressed a kiss to the tips of his fingers in a silent goodbye. Cassian swore he felt something akin to devastation splinter through him as she took that first step away from him. But he wouldn’t stop her.

Not if it meant she survived.

Giving her one final look before he met his end, he committed her face to memory. The only female he’d ever loved. The only equal he’d found in five centuries of living. His love.

Cassian prayed silently to whatever Gods still existed, and turned to face the beasts again.

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Nesta was fast, to both his relief and fear. Relief because the children, he could hear, had been whooshed away in Nesta’s magic and taken far enough away from the danger. Fear because now that danger was solely focused on him.

At the very least, he would hold the beasts off long enough for the other warriors to join him. He’d likely be dead by the time Nesta got the message to the patrols and they flew over, but still, the village nearby would be saved.

Cassian lunged as the first martax reached him, slashing his sword across it’s nose. The scent of acrid blood rose into the humid air and Cassian fought off a gag as he twisted to land another blow, this time across its chest. Black blood poured out from the wound but to his horror, it seemed to only enrage the beast further, not hamper it.

Cassian ran then, hoping to lead them away from the village’s edge in case more people were around. He could fly away. Nesta was safe. The children were safe. But he would be leaving the martax alive and able to kill anyone that came across them, which, was very likely in this area.

Centuries of battle training kicked in as his feet slammed against the ground, the world shaking underneath his feet as the martax took chase behind him. 

He knew what he needed to do. 

A brief glimmer of regret bolted through him, as he realized this was going to be his end. He hadn’t had his goodbye with Nesta-not a proper one. He’d wanted to tell her so much, confess so much. Now it was all ruined. Adrenaline pushed those thoughts away and Cassian pushed harder, veering abruptly east towards open plains, just to lead the beasts further away.

As he passed through the clearing of the underbrush, Cassian took in the sight before him, panic bringing his heart to a stuttering stop. The ground shook again and a shrill shriek filled the air. Cassian couldn’t process what he was looking at. 

A dead end. 

No possible way for him to push forwards into the forest and too thick a canopy overhead for him to even fly away now. He was stuck. Trapped. And with three martax on his tail, there was no chance left. He’d hoped to at least take out one before his grisly end, but with the cramped area of his new arena, the lack of sunlight or ability to maneuver around gnarled roots under his feet, Cassian was looking at slim odds.

But he had beaten worse odds before. Had survived some of the worst conditions life had to offer. Cassian unsheathed a set of daggers from his belt instead, strapping his sword away onto his back.

He would not go without a fight.

Steeling himself for whatever would meet him in a matter of seconds, Cassian thought about Nesta. Thought about the life they may have had. How much he loved her, had wanted her, and how ready he had been to die for her a little over a year ago. He was going to die for good this time. Was never going to see her smile, her laugh that she let only him and a few friends hear. He’d never hold her in his arms again. Kiss the smirk off of her face or make love to her for hours.

At least she’s safe, a small voice said in his head. Cassian nodded inwardly. At the very least, yes, he had that reassurance of her safety.

A strange clicking sound filled the air. One that made his hair stand on end. He couldn’t pinpoint in which direction it was coming from, and that realization hit him like a closed fist.

They were circling, using the clicking as an echolocation to find him. Hunt him. Definitely scare him. And battle hardened warrior or not, Cassian was afraid.

But fear was both a balm and a poison. He’d taught it to Nesta and he’d lived by the saying himself. Using the fear wisely would keep him alive. Letting it overpower him would weaken him and kill him faster.

Cassian listened. Waited. Closed his eyes for a few seconds, scenting the changes on the wind that were happening around him.

So faint, almost nonexistent, but it was there. Cassian could hear the slightest ruffle of leaves happening to his right. And the scent from that direction was just a hint more foul than anywhere else. Slowly, he repositioned his body, tilting his waist into place, readying his throwing hand.

The martax leapt out of the foliage to his right and Cassian let his dagger fly, hitting the target perfectly between the eyes. The beast howled its fury and Cassian took a few careful steps backwards. But there was no need, because it finally fell after a few minutes of pathetic roaring, black blood still pouring from the corpse’s mouth and nostrils.

“Great. One down, two to go,” he muttered to himself, desperately wishing it was still all just a bad dream that he could wake up from. 

There was a rush of movement behind Cassian and before he could react he was pinned to the ground, the martax’s heavy body atop him. The paws on either side of Cassian’s face had their claws retracting in and out, and as the martax lowered its terrifyingly large mouth, filled with sharply glinting teeth, it was all Cassian could do to not scream.

He had his hands up at it’s neck, pushing up with the last vestiges of strength he had left, which wasn’t very much anymore.

Fear and regret and foolish anger coursed through him all at once, knowing deep down that at this point, none of it mattered. Cassian swore as he felt his arms begin to give out and as the martax reared back before he pounded down, he could scent Nesta on the air. Could practically feel her presence nearby him. 

A faint memory of Rhys telling him once during the Great War, after they’d both bled copious amounts of blood, that hallucinations were common when death was near. 

He didn’t care if he was imagining Nesta near him in his final moments. After all, he’d almost died in her arms once before too. If it should happen that way again, Cassian would go happily.

The martax opened up its jaw wider, adjusting one of its paws to holding Cassian’s chest down, and Cassian swore more teeth began popping up out of its foul looking gums. The beast let out an earsplitting screech and Cassian shut his eyes tight before he met his end.

He heard a dull thud above him and something warm and wet dropped on his face. Cassian opened his eyes hesitantly, not truly wanting to see the drool of the martax falling on him before he was eaten alive.

Except it was blood. Black, hot, vile smelling blood falling on him in great fat droplets as the martax watched him from above in a frozen state.

In a dead state, Cassian realized, as he saw there was a large sword going through one end of its large head and the pointy end coming out the other. A few seconds of shocked silence was all he was granted before a scream echoed out to his right.

Nesta’s scream.

Pushing the dead body off of him, pulling out her sword that had been rammed deep in martax brains, Cassian stood up and ran towards where he’d heard her. She had come back for him. Even after he’d thoroughly instructed her not to, she’d completely disobeyed and saved his life. Relief or anger would have to wait.

As he rounded the bend of trees from where he’d heard Nesta, he was met with a sight more chilling than what he’d just lived through.

Nesta was facing off with a martax. A nastier looking one and the largest of the once full fledged trio. She was backing up slowly, arms out in front of her with white smoke curling around her fingers. But from a quick assessment Cassian saw no burns on the martax. 

She hadn’t been able to summon it in a fight, just as he’d feared. It was all well and good in practice scenarios and at targets in Windhaven’s training grounds but in an actual fight with stakes and a life in the balance, training could sometimes be completely useless. It didn’t help Cassian at the moment to know that the life in the balance at that moment was the one he lived for.

“Nesta!,” he screamed without thinking.

It worked. The martax turned its attention to Cassian and without warning began bounding for him.

Nesta screamed something unintelligible but he could scent her fear from where he was standing. Could feel it as a palpable thing inside of him as well. Soul-crushing fear, for him, it was almost enough to make him cry with triumph. She cared.

Cassian swung his entire body low, wings tucked in tight, and slashed at the underbelly of the gigantic monster as it leapt over him.

Blood went spraying over him and Cassian spit out the foul tasting liquid with contempt as the beast howled its fury. He had the advantage here- it was injured and Cassian needed one good blow to its head or through its eyes to get it down. Then one more through the heart would do the trick. Cassian spread his feet into battle stance, readying himself for the impact as the martax began running back towards him. He saw the tightening in its haunches and knew where it would lunge again for him. Cassian pivoted slightly and-

The breath was knocked out of him as the beast rammed him from the side he'd left open. The little shit had feigned an attack and Cassian had stupidly fallen for it.

It growled, it's fangs dripping with venom that he’d learned centuries ago, could paralyze a victim for life or kill instantly depending on how much tainted the body. Cassian would pray for a quick death if nothing else.

The pain of the bite felt like fire had scorched him from the inside out. Cassian screamed as it ripped through him, already feeling the venom begin to spread from his arm and into his chest. 

Cassian could not move. He felt his chest seizing up, screaming for air like someone had clamped a vice around his neck and would never let go. It was a relentless, invisible chokehold that Cassian knew would only grant him a slow, prolonged ending. The creature pulled back, fangs lengthening further, readying to rip out Cassian’s throat.

But before death could come for him a second time, a scream came from his right. 

No.

A battle cry was more like it.

Flames of burnished silver leapt through the air and hit the martax full on. The creature roared and tried to fight it, falling off of Cassian, who could not move much more than his neck to take in the horrific sight beside him.

Even as its screams began dying down, its skin peeling off the bones and any life left becoming completely eviscerated, the fire did not let up.

Nesta did not stop her magic’s flow well until there was nothing left but a charred mess that stank of rotten meat and frostbitten wind. The air held a certain chill to it from Nesta’s fire that was more like ice than anything else.

Black spots danced in front of Cassian’s eyes, his vision zeroing in and out on the sky above him. A faint thudding pounded through the ground and shook through his bones.

Closer.

Closer. Until...

“Cassian,” came a gasp above him. He couldn’t see much anymore, save for a piercing pair of blue eyes, riddled with worry.

He tried to move his lips. Tried. to speak and tell her it was okay. But he could not say “Nesta,” save for in spirit.

A voice joined Nesta’s incoherent crying a few moments later. Cassian could make out the sound of booming wings all around him. Then...

“Nesta you have to move. We’re taking him to a healer.” Taliq’s voice was a harsh command that Cassian knew would never be heeded by Nesta if they weren’t good friends.

Cassian felt a warmth in his hand, a faint sensation of someone squeezing it, and Cassian knew in his heart who it was.

It was the last thing he felt before darkness enveloped him greedily.

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[iamnesta]

@highkey-nerd hey m8 you commented on my acowaw post and seemed p excited about it, which makes me really happy!! unfortunately, the full chapter won’t get posted tonight (i’m really tired sorry :( ) BUT here are the first couple paragraphs, so i hope you like this little teaser!! 

Azriel gripped his fork and knife a little too tightly at dinner that night. He still couldn’t believe Rhys had been so stupid. And now because of this stupidity, Rhys was stuck in detention, shoulder to shoulder with Tamlin as they polished old Quidditch trophies. Az could only imagine what kind of tense silence the two would create, their polishing growing more aggressive the longer they were in each other’s presence.

“You alright, mate?” Cassian’s voice jostled Azriel back into reality.

“Yeah,” Azriel replied with an indifferent shrug, relaxing his grasp on the silverware.

Cassian sighed heavily, stabbing sullenly at his plate. Mouth stuffed full of food, he glanced back at the Gryffindor table to where Lucien sat alone. “I know you’re worried about Rhys,” Cassian stated bluntly.

“Maybe,” Az said evasively. He ran his finger around the rim of his golden goblet, his gaze refusing to meet Cassian’s.

Giving Azriel’s arm a gentle shove, Cassian said, “It’s not your fault that Rhys decided to charge that prick like an infuriated bull.”

Azriel took a swig of pumpkin juice, thoughtful. “Yeah, but I should have been with him. I could’ve landed a few punches on Tamlin myself.”

With an amused snort and a crooked grin, Cassian admitted, “That would’ve been nice.” Then his eyebrows furrowed as he recalled the afternoon, and he asked, “Where were you, anyway?”

Suddenly very interested in his food, Azriel lifted one shoulder in apathy. “I was talking to Mor,” he said simply.

“Really?” Cassian’s hazel eyes glittered roguishly. “And how’d that go? Was there even any talking or did she throw herself at you, desperate to--”

Azriel cut his friend off with an annoyed eye roll. “We talked, Cassian. That’s it.”

Cassian looked mildly disappointed by this. “Oh.”

“Now go back to your own table,” Azriel chided, shooing Cassian away with a flourish of his hands. “Nesta might put you in detention if she sees you sitting with the Ravenclaws again.”

again, i’m so sorry there won’t be an update tonight... but definitely this week!!!! in the meantime, this girl needs her beauty sleep :)

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I’m feeling so lovely by having TWO chapters of ACOWAW on top of all the one shots you’ve posted. Girl, you’re a writing machine.

“She did not ask Cassian what he planned to do for Solstice this year, and when exactly he would leave her to be with his family in Velaris.” — NO SHIT STUPID CASSIAN DO NOT LEAVE HER DAMNIT

“He bid her a quiet farewell as he had closed the door behind him and Nesta had never felt so cold, even with the fire blazing so close to her.” — HOLY FUCK I SAID NOT TO LEAVE HER *screams in stupid idiots in love*

“Nesta got a thwack on her shoulder for that comment, and she couldn’t help but laugh. Cilla joined her a moment afterwards with a small chuckle, before speaking again.” — Nesta laughing. Nesta joking with friends. I’m just going to live here forever.

“Cilla gasped in mock outrage and threw the coat at Nesta’s head, muttering about females with no morals. When Nesta finally untangled herself and hauled on her coat, Delani and Cilla were cuddled up next to each other, basking in each other’s warmth. Nesta suddenly craved the intimacy they were showcasing. Even though she had never had such a thing with anyone in her life, she knew she wanted it with a certain General who was nowhere to be found.” — NESTA HAVING FRIENDS AND JOKING DOES THINGS TO MY HEART *screams in happy and healed Nesta* She wants Cassian, I’m going to cry.

“She would be missing it this year. She didn’t particularly care that she wouldn’t have to be subjected to the Inner Circle for an entire evening...but still. It was her baby sister’s birthday and she wasn’t there to even give her kind wishes. It stung more than Nesta wanted it to but she threw those thoughts to the back of her mind.” — Nesta cares so much about her family, why can’t nobody see it? *sobs*

“Too handsome, bordering on pretty. Just the type she would have bedded were she in Velaris. A far cry from the rugged beauty of Cassian’s features- wild and unencumbered. Cassian’s beauty was freeing, like a breath of fresh air. But Nesta did not bed the ones that were like fresh air and freedom. No, she preferred the males to scent of cloying fragrances and be done up in pretty silks- reeking of money, arrogance, and a hint of paranoia at the rules they may be breaking by rutting with the Commander’s supposed female.” — She does not bed the ones that remind her of Cassian, that will never stop hurting me because the LONGING

“She felt a fire grow within her as boldness took over. At doing something she knew wasn't wrong- and yet, so very wrong too.” — oh no, shit don’t do it Nesta, please don’t do it.

“She had needed this she realized as she began unbuttoning his shirt and then trousers. Cassian could go and enjoy his night with her sister’s new family. He could do whatever he wanted to on the one or two days he got to be away from her. Spend some time with his precious Morrigan. He had left her here and she owed him nothing.” — NO GOD NO PLEASE NO HE HAS NOTHING WITH MORRIGAN! HE LOVES YOU NESTA, FUCKING HELL

“Forget his scent, his name, every fiber of being within her the sang at his touches. She was going to fuck this male and forget all about the one that had left her alone in his too big house, breaking her heart time and time again. Altin lifted his chin to meet her lips and she gripped his jaw as she pulled him closer. She smelled a faint trace of whiskey on his breath and it was all she needed to freeze.” — She remembered Cassian oh shit *prepares for angst train*

“The door to the barracks slammed open and at the entrance stood an Illyrian warrior, wings flared wide behind him.” — HE CAME BACK?! And did a very dramatic entrance. Typical.

“He took a step back then, as if she had slapped him across the face. Hurt was evident in his expression but Nesta couldn’t let up now. She had to settle this today.” — Oh boy, oh no this is going to HURT. Here comes the angst train, Choo Choo!!

“I’m tired of being treated like I’m yours by everyone but you.” — Talk. Why won’t they talk. Don’t they know how to talk?

“He gave a terse nod and she looked away for a moment, not wanting to see the guilt reflect in her own eyes. A small voice in her head told her to stay angry. That she was allowed to take whoever she wanted to bed, regardless of whether Cassian had come back to be with her or not. She had no reason to feel bad about wanting what she wanted. And yet...it wasn’t what she had wanted was it? She hadn’t really wanted to sleep with Altin. She had wanted to forget about Cassian. And here Cassian was, having done everything except forget about her.” — HE LOVES YOU! WHEN WILL YOU REALISE THAT HE BURNS FOR NO ONE BUT YOU?! THAT HE DESIRES YOU AND THIRSTS FOR YOU?! *screams in slow burn*

“You. All of you. Every inch, every facet, every part. I want you.” — Don’t only think about it damn it. TELL HIM. OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND SPEAK.

“All you had to do was ask witchling,” his response rumbled from deep in his throat, vibrating in his chest and into hers. — WHAT IS HAPPENING?! OMG THIS IS MADNESS

“I...mmm...yes it’s good. I’d ride you better though.” — HOLY SHIT NIN I’M RUNNING A FEVER HERE. And yes, ride him Nesta, please. We’re all asking for it.

“But Cassian left her on that cold stone counter without so much as a word with Nesta catching only a glimpse of the emotion in his eyes that she was sure went beyond being just upset.” — No no no no. Cassian wants to worship Nesta as she deserves but she only wants a distraction because she thinks he does not likes her and she does not want to delude herself thinking otherwise. It’s Feysand’ scene at the tavern in ACOMAF all over again. I love/hate slow burn, damn it.

What was this hollercoaster of emotions? We went from nice laughing Nesta, to heart attack, to smut and finally to angst and back to pining. Somebody call the ambulance because my feelings are all over the place.

Loved the chapter, thanks for coming to my TedTalk part Two and for being such an awesome writer.

A Court of Witches and Warriors

Hehe! Enjoy! I am exhausted and too tired to leave my analysis/rant/explanation for this chapter. May do it tomorrow. Peace ;) 

Warnings: References to depression, sexual assault, NSFW 

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Chapter 13- Nesta

Nesta didn’t say a word to him that day. She was feeling too raw, too open at the memories of the previous year’s Solstice. She figured the smartest course of action would be to avoid all talk of the holiday. Cassian, it seemed, had the same idea. The day before Solstice he did not tell her about why the different colored lights were being propped up in all the shops and homes around Windhaven. He did not explain the reason behind the small figurines being placed in windowsills by children, both inside and outside their homes. Nesta did not ask what the wet markings on the doors meant, still dripping drops of red from the crushed berries onto the snow as they dried. She did not ask Cassian what he planned to do for Solstice this year, and when exactly he would leave her to be with his family in Velaris. 

She did not want to know. 

He silently told her over breakfast that he would be leaving for Velaris at noon and asked if there was anything she wanted him to take from her for her sisters. Nesta had not responded, simply shaking her head in denial and returning back to her book. He bid her a quiet farewell as he had closed the door behind him and Nesta had never felt so cold, even with the fire blazing so close to her. 

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[bookstantrash]

I mean, I really like the idea of a new ACOWAW chapter but aham nessian smut? Would it be possible me for me proof read that scene? Just a friendly help 😇 *wiggles eyebrows and slides a five dollar bill*

Me: I’m going to finish the next Chapter of A Court of Witches and Warriors. Really get Nesta into the healing. Really delve into her powers and training.

Me actually: No. Actually you’re going to write smut that in no way is going to be in the story until a couple more chapters.

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“My room. Five minutes. Don’t bother putting on clothes.”

-from a random chapter I wrote that isn’t even incorporated into the story yet

@bookstantrash

[bookstantrash]

Please Nin, don’t feel guilty of not updating. I’m loving your mass release of one shots, and perfection takes times. So don’t worry about ACOWAW’s next chapter.

“She’d confused it for an attack and the training he’d given her had kicked in without hesitation, giving him a swell of pride at her progress. But that emotion was short-lived as they tangled and went down, hitting the ground hard as Cassian lunged to make sure he didn’t crush her under him.” — Cassian being proud of Nesta having incorporated the training and jumping straight to the moves makes my day. We all love an awestruck Cassian over Nesta kicking his ass.

“He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that the image of her riding him, hands splayed over his markings and nails almost digging in as pleasure overtook her, wasn’t a recurrent fantasy in his dreams. A complete liar if he didn’t admit that it was the best things he had to look forward to while sleeping when nightmares thankfully left him alone.” — OMGOMGOMG it’s the “fell in a compromising position while we were training” trope and I’m here for it! And yes, Nesta riding Cassian also lives on my mind rent free, I totally understand him using that image to send his demons away.

Thank you so much for the snippet 🥰

Because I keep writing one-shots instead of updating a new chapter of A Court of Witches and Warriors. A snippet. I’m so sorry for literally not updating in three weeks.

Some people have just been thrown onto this tag list because I do not remember who was originally here for the story, and who was here for only one-shots. Let me know if you want to be removed from this one- I apologize in advance.

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A few weeks ago he had been showing her a defense tactic to get her opponent onto the ground, and with enough force that they would stay there while she could run away. 

It hadn’t taken much. 

The lack of sunlight from practicing so early, a tree root that he hadn’t seen, and the sharp look in Nesta’s eyes had been the deadly combination that had caused him to trip mid demonstration. She’d confused it for an attack and the training he’d given her had kicked in without hesitation, giving him a swell of pride at her progress. But that emotion was short-lived as they tangled and went down, hitting the ground hard as Cassian lunged to make sure he didn’t crush her under him.

Which had left Nesta straddling his hips and her hands grappled into the leathers on his chest for purchase. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that the image of her riding him, hands splayed over his markings and nails almost digging in as pleasure overtook her, wasn’t a recurrent fantasy in his dreams. A complete liar if he didn’t admit that it was the best things he had to look forward to while sleeping when nightmares thankfully left him alone.

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