Happy Holidays! Here is my special holiday story for @hlizr50! I was so stoked to write this because, like my bestie, I believe Nestaq is criminally underrated as a ToG couple, and it's been so fun exploring their dynamic and relationship post-KOA.
Join Nesryn and Sartaq as they embark on a heartfelt journey to create a holiday like no other—a holiday that whispers of joy, tradition, and the unbreakable bonds of family.
Please note, that the story will be 5-6 chapters. The first two chapters are posted and the rest will be posted throughout next week. But, due to holiday obligations, there's no promise of a schedule.
You can read the first two chapters on Ao3:
Back on my BS- I like Lucien like I like Sartaq. They both give off handsome without having to try, Courtly maneuvering rake who knows how to please, but simp for only the one woman they want, gentlemen who make sure the lady is taken care of without ever making a pass at them despite how deeply they've fallen for said lady already. Sigh, I'm a sucker for them I'm afraid.
"Elain and Lucien will mutually reject each other just like Chaol and Nesryn did."
Do yall hear yourselves?!! Chaol and Nesryn's bonus chapter has the exact same vibe as Azriel and Elain! They kiss and they want to fuck. Nesryn wants him but he's dealing with self-worth issues due to his injury, just like Azriel. Yrene didn't want to be with Chaol at first just like Elain with Lucien!
The antis are always so close to the point and they still don't get it in the end.
I read ur Nestaq fanfic. IT IS SO GOOD!! HAD ME SQUEALING, HOPE U CONTINUE!
Hi, Anon! HOORAY! I'm so glad you're enjoying it! Nestaq is one of my favorite ships. I have *ONE* more chapter to go! I know @hlizr50 is excited for it too.
it is so evident that janet had moriel planned when acomaf was published before retconning it in acowar with quite possibly one of the worst coming-outs ever written. it’s no mistake that elain and lucien are revealed to be mates in acomaf as well. at that point endgame couples were very clearly feysand, elucien, nessian, and moriel. she retcons moriel in acowar with mor coming out and she toys with elain and az, but at the same time nukes her relationship with graysen. it’s no mistake that as she gears up to tell nessian’s story in acofas we meet emerie, who then returns in acosf, where we officially meet gwyn. emerie knows mor and blushes at her name, which is basically peak romance buildup for queer characters by sjm. gwyn and azriel banter, we get “you’re the new ribbon az,” his bc ends with her, sjm hints at a deleted 3-way between nesta, cassian, and azriel (woah. would she write this if she was really planning that he would end up with nesta’s younger sister? the one she’s gone nuclear protecting before?). by acosf she’s made it clear what endgames are replacing moriel since retconning (she just needed time to introduce new characters): emorie (emerie/morrigan) and gwynriel. our final endgame line up for acotar: feysand, nessian, elucien, emorie, and gwynriel
July Prompt: Watermelon
Pairing: Nestaq (Nesryn x Sartaq)
a/n: idk. just wanted to write them. took an embarrassing amount of time to spit this out.
warnings: none, except being very poorly edited, 556 words
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Watermelon
“What are you doing?”
Nesryn did her best to hide her flinch as she looked up with as much innocence as she could muster. Standing next to her in the dwindling line of the picnic line-up, Sartaq didn’t even bother hiding his amusement.
The sun beat down overhead at just the right angle to where he remained in shadow and she was left to the sunglare. The mid-July heat left the entire party desperate for refreshment, but the Whitethorn-Galathynius household always knew how to throw a party. There were lounge chairs beside the pool and shade umbrellas already in place. Mostly everyone else had gone through the line which made Nesryn feel all the more confident in her food choices. At least she would have if Sartaq could learn to keep his trap shut.
She squared her shoulders and fixed him with as dignified a glare as she could. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She even planted a hand on her hip for emphasis.
“Do you really need all that watermelon?” He pressed.
Nesryn forces herself not to look down. Because she knew just how loaded that plate was with all that watermelon.
“I like watermelon,” she said. Which was true. “A lot.”
Sartaq’s grin broadened. “Sure.”
“And it’s hot,” she added.
“Okay.”
“No one else took any one their trip through, their loss.”
Alright, so maybe that wasn’t the best etiquette in picnic-barbeque goings on. But she really was more of a if you snooze you lose mentality type person.
What she didn’t like though was Sartaq teasing her. Not with his stupid grin or that gleam in his eyes. Didn’t help that he was shirtless having just got out of the pool half an hour ago. Did he really have to be as attractive as he was?
Eye’s up Faliq, she told herself.
“Right,” Sartaq murmured, obviously not buying anything she was saying. And, most unfortunately, noticing the way she was ogling him. That smile of his ticked just a little higher.
“There’s plenty of watermelon left,” she continued.
She didn’t know what it was about Sartaq that made her heart rate pick up and her breath hitch. They’d known each other for two years now after a messed up series of awkward experiences (her fault) and accidental strip tease post thunderstorm last November (her fault too). Despite her faux paus and many, many, mistakes, he still hadn’t written her off. Which she supposed was good. Or even more awkward. Hell he probably pitied her. She pitied her.
Sartaq reached out and plucked a piece of watermelon from her plate before he headed back to the seating area where most of their friends had taken up.
Nesryn watched him go, not checking him out, and grabbed a napkin from the pile. It wasn’t her fault she preferred watermelon and there really was plenty. She’d have a dozen watermelons delivered to his house, see what he thought about that.
“Why are you checking out Sartag?”
Nesryn nearly dropped her plate as her friend, Yrene, stepped up beside her. She wore a yellow sundress, her thick curls spiraling down her back. She looked absolutely stunning even at eight and a half months pregnant.
“I’m not checking out Sartaq.” Lie.
Yrene only raised a single brow before grabbing her own plate of food.
“Mmm-hmm.”
Hell.
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