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lady-of-tearshed · 6 months ago

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Nessian & OC!Nessian daughter Briana

Cassian Week 2024

@cassianappreciationweek

Day 5: Scars

Summary: Cassian's traumas comes back to haunt him when their daughter naively wishes for a real war, like the ones in her books.

Warnings: Angst, Pregnancy, PTSD/Panic attack description, Cassian raising his voice, flinching, mention of an explosion, mention of death, mention of war.

Word count: 1,687k words

A/N: Good luck with the angst. The lady of tearshed has striked again, hope your heart can bear this one! 💕 Love y'all! Xx

The pretty dividers are made by the very talented @tsunami-of-tears ❤️

The sun was starting to set, but the laughter and excited shrieks of children were still roaring at the River House. They were all playing with the wooden swords Rhysand had gifted Nyx for his tenth birthday.

Briana, despite being the youngest one of her cousins, was ferociously defending herself. But Cassian knew her bed time was coming, and that if he didn't put a stop to their game real soon, his little princess would be in a piss poor mood all day tomorrow morning. And with Nesta carrying their second child, he didn't want her to deal with Bri's grumpiness tomorrow. His pregnant mate didn't need that additional stress.

He whistled, loudly, and Briana's eyes immediately shot to his direction, a broad smile spread across her face as she ran into his direction. Cassian opened his arms for her and she jumped into them, nuzzling her little nose against his.

“Did my little princess have fun today?” Cassian said, kissing her forehead.

“Yeah! I want the same gift as Nyx's for my birthday!”

Cassian laughed. Typical Briana's answer, always wanting to be the same as her older cousin. “Your birthday is still ten months away, Bri. Don’t grow up too fast.” He chuckled.

Nesta approached them, and Cassian slid a protective hand around her hip. His fingers stroked the side of Nesta’s still small baby bump, and bent down. “Hi you two…” He whispered in Nesta’s ear, before kissing her cheek. “Ready to go?”

“Yes.”

“No!”

Nesta gave the pair of eyes that meant “Don't you dare throw a tantrum just now, please.” to her daughter, then sighed. “Princess… Baby and mommy are very tired. How about we invite Nyx at home tomorrow?”

Briana huffed, looked at Nesta’s belly, hesitated. “Okay… I'll go say bye to Nyxie, Bastian, Emett and Poppy…” She mumbled, then hopped off Cassian's arms to run to her cousins, aunts, and uncles to tell them goodbye. Lingering and taking her time, obviously.

Cassian held Nesta against her, watching their beautiful daughter chattering with their family, before turning his gaze to Nesta's. “How are you feeling?” He frowned, his Fae male instincts kicking in, telling him to check up on his pregnant mate.

Nesta rolled her eyes, a playful glint shining in her eyes. “Pregnant, sweaty, and full with your child… Not much different than six years ago.”

Nesta winked at him, and Cassian's hrin grew even wider. Before he could get another taste of his mate's delicious lips, Briana ran in their direction, wiggling in their embrace.

“I'm ready!” Briana proudly announced.

Cassian was drained, exhausted. The three of them were tightly squeezed into Briana's “big girl bed”. Nesta was reading out loud a bedtime story about princesses, princes and soldiers fighting against cruel Nagas.

His calloused fingers were brushing through his daughter's dark curls, careful not to get tangled in any knots. He was starting to wonder which one of them would fall asleep first.

Nesta closed the book shut when the story ended, and Cassian's eyes shot open. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and yawned. “Alright… It's time to sleep now princess…” He mumbled into Briana's hair, pampering her cheek with kisses.

Cassian helped Nesta roll out of the bed, then softly tucked in Briana, just how she liked it, he even placed her favorite plushies to watch over her.

“I wish there would be a real war going on…” Briana mumbled sleepily.

Cassian froze, he kneeled beside Briana's bed, and his jaw clenched. “We don't wish for things like that. Ever.” He growled.

Briana’s brown eyes fluttered open, and silver lined them when she took in Cassian’s furious expression. “B-But–”

“There are no buts,” He raised his voice slightly, panic surged through him, his stomach was churning.

“Cassian…” Nesta warned from the door frame.

“There are no buts!” He repeated, whirling his head to Nesta. “There are real people dying in wars. Faes, humans, male and females. Even innocent children suffer from the consequences of wars–”

Cassian snapped back to reality when he heard a muffled sob. He looked over his daughter, he stared into those tiny eyes that looked just like his. His heart broke.

“Princess… I'm sorry for raising my voice,” He reached out to stroke Briana's wet cheek, “I'm so–”

Briana flinched under Cassian's touch. His wings dropped to the ground, and tears rolled down his own cheeks. He rose to his feet, stumbling back from the bed. He brushed past Nesta, and stormed out of the room.

He headed to the bathroom, his breathing ragged. He closed the door, leaned over the sink and turned on the faucet with trembling hands. The walls felt like they were moving towards him, trapping him. The air became hard to breathe, Cassian felt surrounded by darkness.

He had scared Briana, his princess, his daughter.

“I wish there would be a real war going on…”

No, of course Briana didn't mean what she said. She probably didn't have a clue of what a war would occur, what ravages it would make. Cassian had overreacted, he had crossed the line by raising his voice at her.

The way his touch had made his little girl flinch… Cassian would never forgive himself for that.

“I wish there would be a real war going on…”

A war… Cassian had fought countless wars before Briana’s birth. He had devoted his whole life to assure the protection of the Court he was born in. He had served and led Rhysand’s armies for centuries before partially retiring once he became a dad.

Cassian’s wings shivered at the thought of what would happen if another war would rise. He had too much to lose now to even think about it, he would do anything in his power for this to never happen.

This stupid wish was the only thing he would ever deny his daughter. Anything but this. No one wants to live with the visible and invisible scars that a war can cause.

“Cassian?”

“Cassian!”

Cassian had almost collapsed to the ground when he had heard Nesta's desperate cries as if she was standing right beside him. His face had snapped to her direction instinctively, and for the first time in his life, he had dropped the plan and shot through her direction.

Cassian still vividly remembered the death-white light hurled towards him and his soldiers. How the earth shatyered from ghe explosion. Some of the most skilled Illyrian warriors had been turned to ash within a matter of seconds. The memory still haunted him. Cassian would've stood in the middle of the explosion with the rest of his soldiers if Nesta's desperate calls hadn't pulled him away.

“Cassian, open your damn eyes,” Cassian eyes shot open at the urgency in Nesta's voice. The intrusive memory switched to the familiar decor of their bathroom. He hadn't realized how he had stumbled down the floor and crawled until his back had bumped against the side of the large tub.

Nesta's hands were gripping his cheeks tightly, forcing his head to stop moving so his eyes could concentrate on hers. “Look at me,” She growled. Her eyes chased his and when they locked, she grinned softly. “Hi, Cas,”

Cassian was breathless, his chest heaving rapidly. His lungs burned as they struggled to fill themselves with oxygen. He pressed his sweaty brows to Nesta's, putting his hands over hers.

“Hello, Nes,” He whispered, swallowing the tight knot in his throat.

He closed his eyes, and when Nesta cradled his head to her chest, he wept. His wings drooped and his whole body shook as tears escaped his eyes.

Cassian hadn't lost control like that for decades now. He had naively thought that maybe this was it, that he was cured. That the invisible damages that his years as the Lord of Bloodshed had left were now healed. That the nightmares, the flashbacks, the anxiety had disappeared forever.

Cassian clenched his teeth, overwhelmed by the guilt of letting himself get into this state by a simple mention of war.

“Hey… it's okay to be scared,” Nesta gently ran her fingers through Cassian's hair. His hands were still tightly wrapped around her wrists, holding onto her as if she would slip away if he let go. “I'm right here,” She slowly removed one of Cassian’s hands from her wrist, and lowered it to her stomach. “We’re right here,”

Cassian grip instantly eased away from her wrists. He slid his hands underneath the fabric of Nesta’s dress, resting his hands flat against her warm skin.

He moved his head from her breast, rubbing his nose against the column of her neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in Nesta’s sweet scent. She was here, pregnant with their second babe, both alive and incredibly strong.

“I thought I was getting better,” Cassian mumbled against the skin of her neck, his hands rubbing circles atop her stomach.

“You are, Cas. Everyday you're getting better. But these wounds…” She placed a kiss on his forehead. “These kinds of wounds… they stay. Like scars, they'll become paler with time, but they'll never completely go away,”

Cassian hummed, knowing she was right. But accepting this reality was hard, that he'll have to live with these mental scars forever were a massive blow to his male pride. He frowned. “I scared Briana…”

“She would never be scared of you, my mate. I explained it to her,” Cassian lifted his face to meet hers. “She understands now,”

“I still feel bad… I need to apologize-”

Nesta held him down firmly, keeping him from standing up. “She's asleep. Appologize to her tomorrow. For now, rest. You need it,”

Cassian nodded, and pulled Nesta up onto his lap. “Thank you…” He whispered against the shell of her beautiful pointy ear.

“What for?” She laughed silently.

Cassian looked down at her, at their babe growing beneath her skin. He had not enough words to describe everything he was grateful for. He didn't have a fancy way to declare his deep gratitude for how Nesta's presence in his life made it extremely better.

“Everything,” He whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Acotar taglist: @mybestfriendmademe @lilah-asteria

Cassian taglist: @ladybookstan @acotar-lover

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viajandopelomar · 1 month ago

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I get SO pissed off whenever I see a video on tkk about characters who achieved everything vs characters who are just there for a keychain, like Taryn. Then on Taryn's side is NESTA, then on the other side is Aelin, Jude... FEYRE. Like, what would Feyre be in the fairy world without Rhysand "saving" her ass in UTM? What would become of her if he didn't give her an exorbitant salary without her even raising it because she was his partner (and yes, she would be as dependent on him as she was on Tamlin, it's the same shit), because she didn't even have an attitude as an emissary. The one who negotiated the most was Rhysand, her sisters gave up the house and Feyre was even practically humiliated for being an EMISSARY with a crown twin to the male whose reputation is summed up as being a mind destroyer 🙂.

Is this salary really fair or did she only get it because he won her over by showing that he was a good man?? But Nesta, who went to the meeting, didn't get a damn thing. Oh, these people saw it. Take Rhysand's dick away from Feyre and what's left? She doesn't even have the ability to speak on behalf of humans. Nesta would have done better in the fairy world than she did (if Sarah hadn't ruined Nesta to create more books). I affirm and sign below!

Feyre's intelligence is SURVIVAL, other than that, she's stupid. She doesn't do anything on her own, and she hasn't achieved anything on her own that involved anything other than survival instinct. I'm not belittling her, obviously, Feyre from ACOTAR was awesome, but the one in the other books is shit. What did she achieve? If she didn't even get her own power, she received it, and it's such a LARGE amount that Helion compared it to a missing fish scale, that her sisters didn't even notice she was a fairy until she showed it. Does she really have that much power? Get better, Tkk, get better, I hate getting angry. I don't know why this shit comes to me if I don't like any of it 🫠

🇧🇷 Eu fico MUITO puta sempre que vejo algum vídeo no tkk sobre personagens que conquistaram tudo vs personagens que tão lá só de chaveirinho, tipo a Taryn. Ai no lado da Taryn ta a NESTA, ai no outro está Aelin, Jude... FEYRE. Tipo, o que seria de Feyre no mundo das fadas sem Rhysand "salvando" o rabo dela em UTM? O que seria dela se ele não desse um salário exorbitante a ela sem que ela sequer soubesse que era porque era parceira dele (e sim ela seria tão dependente dele quanto foi de Tamlin, é a mesma porra), porque atitude mesmo como emissária ela não teve. Quem mais mais negociou foi o Rhysand, as irmãs dela cederam a casa e Feyre foi inclusive praticamente humilhada por ser uma EMISSÁRIA com uma coroa gêmea a do macho cuja reputação se resume a ser um destruidor de mentes🙂.

Esse salário é mesmo justo ou ela só recebeu porque ele conquistou ela mostrando que era um bom macho?? Mas Nesta que foi pra reunião não recebeu porra nenhuma. aiai, esse povo viu. Tira o pau do Rhysand da Feyre e sobra o quê? Nem capacidade pra falar em nome dos humanos ela tem, Nesta teria se dado melhor no mundo das fadas do que ela (se Sarah não tivesse estragado Nesta pra criar mais livro) afirmo e assino em baixo!

A inteligência da Feyre é a SOBREVIVÊNCIA, fora isso, ela é burra. Não faz nada sozinha, e não conquistou nada sozinha que envolvesse algo além de instinto de sobrevivência. Não é desmerecendo, óbvio, a Feyre de ACOTAR era foda, mas a dos outros livros é uma bosta. Conquistou o quê? Se nem o poder dela ela pegou, recebeu, e é uma quantia TÃO GRANDE, que Helion comparou a uma escama de peixe faltando, que as irmãs dela sequer notatam que ela era fada até ela mostrar. Será se ela tem tanto poder assim?melhore, Tkk, melhore, detesto passar raiva. Não sei porque essas merdas aparecem pra mim se eu não curto nada disso 🫠

#Pro nesta #pro nesta archeron #nesta archeron #Archeron #Feyre critical #anti acotar fandom

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