#cassian my baby

[unmotivated-artist164]

Scrolling through the cassian tags and ALL I SEE IS AZRIEL.

FOR THE FUCKING LOVE OF GOD, IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY 😭🙏

Now, I love Azriel, but not like that. Cassian is my baby. But y'all, please spare me, I need more Cassian content RIGHT NEOWWWWW.

Vibing to Chappell Roan though, I'm good 👍

[bloodbroox]

3/3 of fulcrum

prints🌙

[nestastits]

Rhys is so funny now that I think about it. Little him was bringing home tortured orphans like stray cats and telling his mama “this one good, I keep him?🥺” 😭😭😭

[daughter-of-lethe]

🎨: castleinthesky

It feels so real, this Nessian piece is my absolute favourite...

I love to picture them like this, their happy ending 🧡

[phantom-of-the-keurig]

Fanfiction isn’t enough I need my favorite much older and traumatized fictional man to literally break my pelvis

[azrielsbxtch]

Have I mentioned how much I truly love Cassian and Feyre’s friendship 🥹 Here are some of my favorite moments….

This adorable scene from ACOFAS during solstice

And then both of them got into Rhys’s wine collection😂

When they went to the theatre…

When Feyre came to check up on him in ACOSF because he was thinking too loudly…

Here we see just how close they are🥹that’s her bestie fr

They’re adorable honestly

I love reading their friendship moments I hope we get more in the next ACOTAR🥹

[lainalit]

My personal favorite nessian fix it fics

The Hike, Alternatively  | The Whole Truth  | Of Death and Resurrection  | Burning From the Inside Out  by @kale-theteaqueen (I recommend checking their masterlist out so many amazing fics🙏💙)

A Long Way Down | Falling by becauseofreading

A Court of Vice and Victors by @wishcamper

[jmoonjones]

Considering the magical abilities of Rhysand and Azriel, Cassian's at a huge disadvantage during games of hide and seek with Nyx

[nessiandefenseattorney]

a lot of people love to hate Cassian for telling Nesta that everyone hates her but I don’t like the fact that it gets taken out of context.

because in the book the day after he said that it was the first time they trained together and he says to her:

“I didn’t mean what I said last night- about everyone hating you”. She halted, her blue-gray eyes frosting “It’s true”. “It’s not”. He dared one step closer. “You are here because we don’t hate you”. He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair “I wanted you to know that. That we don’t - that I don’t hate you”

- Acosf, chapter 12 pg. 144

Cassian said stuff to her, yes but he always apologized and recognized that he stepped out of line. Because Cassian LOVES Nesta.

[romanticatheartt]

I hate it when people say Feyre, mated a high lord but Nesta was mated to a gym bro...

You mean Feyre Archeron? The savior of Prythian, the Cursebreaker, Defender of the Rainbow, Cauldron-blessed and the first high lady in the history?

And Cassain? Lord of Bloodshed, Warrior-heart, Lord in Good Deeds and the general of the biggest army and court in Prythian?

Put some respect in the name of High Lady of Night Court and her general!!!

[catastrophiccerealkiller]

In General-Rhysand the type of guy who when you’re not in the mood for sex doesn’t listen and says oh cmon you want it until you either give in or push him away forcefully at which point he pulls away and gives you silent treatment to emotionally manipulate you into having sex with him again.

ACOSF- Cassian the type of guy when you’re not in the mood to incredulously laugh and get angry and mildly aggressive to the furniture because his inferiority complex is screaming at him and he thinks you dont want him anymore and generally acts like a pathetic lump of coal until you pity fuck him.

[unmotivated-artist164]

ACOSF

Ok so I'm finally forcing my bitch ass to start 'A Court of Silver Flames', and I'll be updating my thoughts as I read.

ACOSF SPOILERS

Current thoughts:

-Nesta, babes, you need to handle your trauma better. Racking up the Night Courts money on gambling and booze?? Darlin same, but no-

-AND STOP RUBBING IT INTO CASSIANS FACE HOW YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH RANDOM MEN, OMFG 💀

-Cassian is still my baby, OMG, I would treat him so right. Getting the Illyrians in line while training Nesta, AND being promoted to a courtier? Get that promotion, batty.

-Feyre is finally getting a bloody backbone against Nesta, I love it. She's High Lady now with her happy ending, perfect husband/mate, trying to have a baby, she's got it all. And now she has a true family after all the BULLSHIT you put her through, Nesta.

-RHYS PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, WE GET IT. YOU HAVE A PRETTY WIFE, QUIT RUBBING IT IN POOR CASS'S FACE 😭

-Nesta is gonna murder someone. That's it.

"On any other female those magnificent breasts might have been enough cause for him to begin courting her the moment he met her." -Cassian

-Cass, quit commenting on Nesta's tits, we get it. You like them.

-Amren being worried about Nesta???? Are we just gonna glaze past this???

-Istfg if Feyre gets knocked up when Rhys sends the servants away after addressing Nesta, I'm gonna scream.

"Incase you have a bad dream and needs someone to read you a story," he drawled, a half smile dancing on his face. "Maybe one of those smutty books you like so much." -Cassian

-Cassian calling Nesta out on her smutty books is my new roman empire.

Ok that should be all for now <333

[witheverynesta]

being a nesta lover = wanting to bang my head against a wall anytime I see someone excusing the ic's actions

[whatreallyhappenedinbudapest]

friendly reminder:

AZRIEL HICCUPS WHEN HE'S DRUNK

[gwandas]

worst nightmare for acotar 5 is definitely a nessian baby

[xxvalkyriesxx]

Labyrinth of the Night - Chapter One

She laid broken and bloody in the street one moment and the next she was whole again, but now her humanity was lost forever.

OR Rhys hits Feyre with her motorcycle and in order to save her, turns her into a vampire.

Next Chapter

Read below or on AO3

AN: Hi Everyone! Welcome to my first Feysand fic! I'm trying to complete this spooky fic before Halloween (which I know is under a week, so we'll how well this turns out)

Please be aware that this fic features Sapphic!Feysand. And some Tamlin slander.

CW: Blood, cheating (not main characters)

Mood board made by me :p

Snippet:

Little thoughts came to her mind as she felt everything slow down. Death was here, and it was going to sweep her away like Elain. Feyre expected Death to be the grim reaper with a ratted cloak and a scythe, not a woman with ink black hair braided in a fishtail and eyes like the twilight sky.

“Darling?”

Her voice was husky, maybe even flirtatious, but Feyre couldn’t tell anymore. She was dying. And this woman had to be an angel.

At least I’m not going to hell.

**

“Feyre, please. This is my fifth time apologizing. Can’t you just forgive me?” Tamlin asked as he watched the young woman stuffing a backpack filled with clothes, some snacks, a tablet, and chargers.

Blue gray eyes glared daggers into his sunlight green ones. She watched him cringe and look away. Feyre’s gaze glanced at a nearby photo frame of them last year around the holidays. Feyre’s smile was so dim while Tamlin’s was bright and big.

“Feyre, I didn’t mean to do this. But what could I have done? You haven’t been home much recently.”

“Do you hear yourself? You just admitted that you’ve been cheating on me with the owner of the gallery that I’ve been working for the last three years. And you’ve been sleeping with her for at least the last two months.”

Feyre continued. “Not only that, but she’s stolen two of my own collection themes in the last year. And when I finally get a spot in the gallery, you end up fucking her!”

“And on top of all of that, two of my painted canvases are missing.” Feyre pointed to the few pieces she had left from her gallery from last week that rested on her unorganized desk. Most of her pieces had been surprisingly bought by an art collector. But there were still some left when she uninstalled her show as it was only running for a short time. 

“Are you implying that Ianthe stole them?”

“They didn’t just walk off on their own!”

Tamlin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ianthe warned me about this.”

Feyre sneered. “About what? That you think I’m crazy? That you dove in between her legs without a second thought?!”

“It didn’t start off like that. You were complaining about wanting to have your own collection, so I asked her to give you a spot in the gallery and she said she would think about it. When you finally got your space, you ended up staying so late in the studio.”

Tamlin laid a hand on his chest, over his heart. “I was lonely. And Ianthe was there, and she took care of what I needed.”

Her mouth dropped slightly. “You asked Ianthe to give me a spot in the gallery? The one woman I’ve been working my ass under for years? Did she let you fuck her before or after you asked?”

Feyre held up her hand as Tamlin went to explain. “Don’t fucking answer that.”

Tamlin approached Feyre as she took a step back, closer to the front door. 

“Feyre, this is all in the past now. Your collection finished last week. Now we can focus on our relationship.”

Feyre shook her head. “No. I’m tired of feeling this way, Tamlin! You’re draining everything out of me.” She grabbed her phone off the nearby table, the percentage in yellow as it read under 30%.

“I’m not going to hear you out. I’m not going to forgive you. This was the last straw. I should’ve listened to Nesta.”

Tamlin growled. “Your whore of a sister is a waste of life. You left your family because I provided a future for you. They couldn’t even take care of you.”

Feyre squeezed her eyes expecting more tears, but there was none left in that moment. None left for the man she was in love with. No, the man she thought she loved. When Feyre didn’t answer, Tamlin raised his voice. She hated how her knees buckled slightly in fear.

“So what, you’re going to leave me? Go to your sister? She’s all you have now since your other sister is dead. Do you even know where Nesta is? Is she even still in the state?”

“Fuck you, Tamlin.” 

Quick as she could, Feyre turned the door knob of the front door before bolting out of the townhouse into the rainy night of downtown Baltimore.

**

“Fuck, why won’t you pick up?!” Feyre yelled into her phone as the automatic voice said for a third time that the phone number had been disconnected.

She hadn’t spoken to Nesta in years, not since the morning she left her two sisters in their family home on the Eastern Shore of Maryland.

“Feyre, just think about this for one second. You’re barely nineteen. This guy is almost thirty. And you’ve known him for what? A month? Maybe two? Just because dad’s dead doesn’t mean you can just make any and all stupid decisions.”

“Oh shut up, Nesta. I want out of this awful house. I hate everything about this house!”

“No you don’t, Fey. You’re being a child.” Nesta stated as she went to reach for Feyre’s hand.

“No! I’m not staying in this house for one more second. I hate it! I hate you!” Feyre yelled.

Instantly Nesta stepped back and for a fraction of a second Feyre swore there were tears in Nesta’s eyes but in a flash, they were gone.

“Fine, go with your boyfriend. Do whatever the fuck you want. Why would I care?” Nesta sneered as she turned her back before heading back inside, slamming the front door.

“Fey, Nesta is right on this. Can’t you just stay for another month or two. You’re young,  and we haven’t even met this guy yet.” Her other sister, Elain said. 

Elain stood slightly timid from the heated exchange of her sisters. Her big doe eyes pleaded with Feyre.

“Please, Fey?”

“No. I’m not staying here. I need out, Elain. Go see Nesta or something. She needs to be comforted more than I do.”

Feyre watched as her second older sister shook her head in shame before she stepped back and went back into the house. This time the front door shut quietly, but the quietness was drowned out by the loud squeals of tires as a car stopped at the curb of the front yard.

“Ready to go, Thorns and All?” A man with long blonde hair said as he peered from the driver seat. He used Feyre’s username from reddit.

“Rose Court?” Feyre asked. She blushed slightly as the man stared a bit too long at her chest.

“The one and only. But like I said in our text, call me Tamlin, Felicity.”

“It’s Feyre.”

“Right, sorry. The trunk’s opened so put your bags in there. Hurry up too, I want to beat all of the traffic on 50 and 95.”

The thought of Elain painted Feyre in pain. Her sister had died in a freak accident with her car falling off the Bay Bridge into the shallow waters of the Chesapeake. Her body was never found, and Feyre never went to the funeral.

“It’s tragic, but your sister didn’t help take care of you, right?” Tamlin asked, knowing the answer.

“Ellie is my sister, and she’s dead.” Feyre sobbed into his chest.

“I know, Thorns. But listen, she never took care of you, so why waste your breath on her? Let her soul rest. Maybe we can visit her gravestone when the commotion has died down.”

She died over two years ago, just a year after Feyre moved out. No matter how hard Feyre tried, Tamlin wouldn’t let her go visit. Elain’s graves was in their hometown of Berlin. He always mentioned the bridge was dangerous and that they’ll go together at some point but they would have to take the long route of cutting through Delaware to get there.

But they never did.

Feyre also never got her licenses and from Baltimore city, that trip was at least two hours one way by bus and standard traffic. Tamlin would notice if she was gone too long. And if he didn’t know where she was at all times, he would freak. He would accuse her of cheating on him. Ironic.

The rain was only pouring harder as Feyre reached the Inner Harbor. It was late enough that some of the stores had closed, but a few restaurants and bars were still opened. Feyre glanced at her phone again seeing the battery at 15% now.

“Shit.” I need to get to a bar fast to charge my phone.

Feyre thanked every star that she ended up buying a waterproof backpack a few months ago. She was caught in the rain one night as she went from the studio to the townhouse.

I don’t even know if the house is still there in Berlin. I don't even know how to get a hold of Nesta.

Feyre didn’t want to think of the reality that she literally had no one in her corner. For the last three years it’s only been Tamlin.

Don’t cry! Crying makes everything worse. Focus, Fey! I can cry later. 

Not far from her, a nearby bar’s lights shone brightly in the darkness of the city sky. Feyre felt hope flutter in her chest. She picked up the pace wanting to get there as fast as possible. It was reckless to ignore the red stop light for pedestrians, but the sooner she was out of the rain, the sooner she could come up with a plan.

But then a bright light engulfed her before she felt her body leave the ground. Dazed by the rain clouds as her body smacked into the asphalt of the road, broken and bloody.

Little thoughts came to her mind as she felt everything slow down. Death was here, and it was going to sweep her away like Elain. Feyre expected Death to be the grim reaper with a ratted cloak and a scythe, not a woman with ink black hair braided in a fishtail and eyes like the twilight sky.

“Darling?”

Her voice was husky, maybe even flirtatious, but Feyre couldn’t tell anymore. She was dying. And this woman had to be an angel.

At least I’m not going to hell.

**

Rhys knew better than to be speeding down the streets of Baltimore, but to be fair she needed to be back in Frederick before the morning and still had to make a few stops in Catonsville and Ellicott City before she could venture home.

Driving the motorcycle seemed pointless to her cousin. She always asked her why ride it when they were just as fast, if not faster.

Rhys didn’t want her cousin to be peering too closely into her thoughts so she mentioned technology had evolved over the centuries, so should they. But what Rhys withheld from her cousin was that riding was one of the closest things she felt to being human again.

And now that feeling was stripped away as an almost dead woman laid feet from the crosswalk.

“Fuck, fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Rhys ran over to the woman and her eyes widened just a bit. “Darling, are you hurt anywhere?”

The rain poured over their bodies but Rhys saw the familiar blue gray eyes that she’s seen every day for the last two years, only these eyes didn’t glare at her, but stared in wonder as they took in their final sights.

“Nesta is going to kill me” Rhys mumbled underneath her breath.

She pulled the woman into her arms. The rain had diluted some of the spilled blood already. Rhys held her breath for a moment, trying to soothe the ache of her hunger clawing at her throat and mind.

“I’m not letting you die today, Feyre darling.” 

Then Rhys leant down to Feyre’s neck and sunk her fangs right near the fading pulse.