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I Guess It's Half Timing (And The Other Half's Luck) Chapter Eight - October
down to the wire but we made it hehe. happy Halloween, everyone! I can’t believe there’s only one chapter left after this and then the epilogue 🥹🥹 see y'all back here same time next month hehe
✷✷✷✷✷ Cassian
After that first night of holding Nesta close, Cassian just… kept sleeping in her room. It wasn’t a routine thing until it was; she had so many nightmares during those initial two weeks of living together that Cassian found himself used to waking up in the middle of the night to go check on her, and eventually it was just easier for him to stay with her all night rather than pretend like he was just really thirsty at two in the morning.
Nesta was sleeping a lot better with him there the entire time, so at least that was something. Cassian was torn between being pleased that she wasn’t even more exhausted than she already was and terrified that she’d tell him she didn’t need him to keep the other side of the bed warm, but even as the nightmares went away, she didn’t ask him to go back to his own room.
Getting to fall asleep next to Nesta was almost as amazing as waking up next to her every morning. She was the last thing he thought before he drifted off and the first thing he thought about when his eyes opened in the morning light, and if he thought he’d been happy getting her to move in with him, it was nothing compared to having her so close for so many hours. Cassian was sleeping better than he had in years, even though Nesta’s toes were like icicles and sometimes he woke up cuddling one side of her special body pillow instead of the woman he so desperately wanted.
Because that was it, wasn’t it? He’d been falling in love with her for months, and it seemed sharing a bed had been the final nail in the coffin of his feelings for her.
He wanted to shout the truth of it from the rooftops. He wanted to keep his feelings safe and tucked away where nobody could change that warm rush of affection he felt every time Nesta so much as twitched in his direction.
Maybe he was a little confused about where to go from here, but he was absolutely certain about being in love with one Nesta Archeron. The only problem? She didn’t seem to have a clue in the fucking world.
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Scarred
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.
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I mean... now I'm thinking of the fact that if Nesta was never dipped in the cauldron she and Cassian would have still been mates... and then... what would have happened? I could go in a thousand different directions, and still have Nesta be powerful because she was already "othered" before the cauldron.
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Poly+ ACOTAR Week Day 4: Adventure
Nesta, Cassian, and Azriel feel their baby kick for the first time and feel all the emotions about their next big adventure.
Here is more Nessriel fluff for day 5 of @polyacotarweek because there CAN NEVER BE ENOUGH. I'm obsessed with these three. Read a snipped below, or find the full work on AO3 here!
Mornings at the House of Wind had taken on a quiet new routine since Nesta, Cassian, and Azriel had realized she was pregnant. Instead of rising to train with the sun, Nesta slept as much as she could. It didn't come easy for her, and she’d spent more time than she cared to admit to her mates in the bathroom instead of the bed. They knew of course, but agreed to give her space when she asked. Even if they hovered outside the door waiting to make sure she was okay. As Nesta slept in, Cassian and Azriel would wake early to get in a quick training session before they prepared her breakfast. On this day, Cassian and Azriel had just finished training and were getting started in the kitchen. Azriel had set the kettle on to boil and was preparing some fresh fruit while Cassian set about cooking some sausage and bacon. All of a sudden both males felt a sharp bolt of fear down the bond they shared with Nesta. They sprinted from the kitchen leaving the kettle on and the stove burning. Thankfully, the House of Wind quickly turned the heating elements off in their stead. When they reached their bedroom they found Nesta kneeling on the bed, cradling the small bump she’d grown over the past few months. She stared down at the bump, eyes wide with shock. Anxiety rolled off her in heavy waves that filled their large room. The uneasy feeling was so pervasive it moved through the space like a physical thing, and even the fresh breeze from the window they kept open at all times could not dissipate.
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MY GOD I LOVE THIS FIC TO PIECES. THE FLUFFY NESSIAN INTERACTION. RHYS AND NESTA BONDING! I REPEAT: RHYS AND NESTA BONDING!!!
In Search of Cassian
Summary: Whereby Nesta combs the Night Court searching for Cassian with Rhys in tow. Set 10 years after ACOSF. Fluffy oneshot.
A/N: Based on the prompt from @acourtofwhatthefuck “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
I wanted to give it a completely different vibe and context from the original scene in the book. I hope I managed it. Enjoy!
I am the rock against which the surf crashes.
With her eyes closed, Nesta inhales and exhales deeply, focusing on the one thought. She does a mental scan of her external surroundings, acknowledging the distant chirps of birds flying overhead and the gentle breeze caressing her skin. She acknowledges and lets them go. Turning inward, she starts her scan from the top, relaxing the slight tension in her jaw and shoulders. She moves downwards to her core where she feels the shallow pool of silver fire linger. She pauses her scan halfway, sensing the imperceptible difference. She isolates and focuses on it.
I am the rock against which the surf crashes.
She acknowledges and lets it go for the rest of her exercise.
Having completed her daily mind-stilling exercise, Nesta opens her eyes to the panoramic view of Velaris from the balcony of the House of Wind. She exhales and hoists herself off the floor. She needs to find Cassian.
She winnows to the training ring above the House where the females were training under Illana's watchful eyes, who nodded to her in deference. The Valkyries have come a long way in the ten years since Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie first sliced through the ribbon. Under Nesta's command, the Valkyries and the female Illyrian units charged alongside the Darkbringers and the main Illyrian force against the mortal queens and Koschei's forces. They came out bloodied and battered but victorious. Proving to the misogynistic males once and for all, the lethal warriors that they are.
Nesta overlooks the training for a good hour, giving pointers on their forms and techniques before bidding Illana good bye. Next, she winnows to the River House and almost instantly runs into Rhys. Rhys's nostrils flare slightly when he sees her but quickly schools his facial expression to an indifferent one.
"Nesta." He greets. Not one for small talk, she cuts to the chase,"Have you seen Cassian?"
"He came by this morning to drop off the reports on last week's security incident at the Day Court borders and left. He mentioned heading to Windhaven for routine checks." His face morphs into one of concern, "Is everything ok?"
"Fine." Nesta replies curtly, she bites back a sigh. "Guess I'm off to Windhaven then."
Rhys follows her, "I'll winnow you."
Having finally picked up the skill herself a while back, Nesta raises an arched brow. "I'm perfectly capable of going myself."
Rhys shrugs noncommittally, “My paperwork can wait an hour.” Nesta narrows her eyes but says nothing. She takes the arm Rhys offers and the duo blink out of the River House.
Nesta and Rhys walk towards Devlon who promptly cuts them off before a single word is out, “What are you doing here?”
“Is Cassian here?” Nesta asks in return.
"There have been reports of beast attacks in the Steppes. The Bast-“ Devlon pauses and corrects himself at the frosty glare Nesta sends his way, “The General went to check it out.”
Nesta levels an even stare at him until the war lord looks away in discomfort. She smirks, “Thanks.”
Devlon’s jaw ticks in annoyance and he spits out, “Witch.”
Nesta bares a white grin and croons, “Lieutenant General Witch.” Without saying another word, she turns around and walks away, Rhys following close behind. Once out of the war lord’s earshot, Nesta demands “Are you intending to follow me around all day?”
Rhys shoots her an amused look, “Am I not allowed to enjoy spending time with my sister?”
Nesta narrows her eyes suspiciously, “What are you up to?”
“Nothing.” He says innocently, hands raised in surrender.
She shoves down a rude remark and asks instead, “Are we winnowing to the Steppes?” Rhys offers his arm in response. Once again, the duo vanishes out of sight and appears in the Illyrian Steppes. Nesta calls forth her magic and Ataraxia appears, clipped to the belt of her leathers.
The pair walks in comfortable silence for about half an hour when Nesta pipes up, “You’re awfully quiet for someone who wanted to spend time.”
The edges of Rhys’s mouth twitch. He drawls, “And how are you, dear sister?”
Nesta snorts. “I’m fi-” She stops as a sudden bout of dizziness hits her and sends her head spinning. She sways and is instantly supported by strong hands holding her upright. Rhys says gently, “Maybe we should just head back first. Cassian is bound to show back up by nightfall.”
She frowns, “I don’t want to wait until tonight.”
Rhys registers the familiar stubborn look he is so used to seeing in another pair of blue-gray eyes and sighs in resignation, “Let’s at least take a break.”
Nesta nods and promptly sets her ass on the ground. Rhys chuckles and settles next to her. He summons a flask and passes it to her. She takes it and nods in thanks before opening the flask, taking a long swig from it.
She blinks in surprise, not expecting the thick viscosity of the smoothie. “Do you usually make it a habit to have smoothies on hand?”
“Nyx loves them.” He shrugs.
“Better?” He asks after Nesta hands the empty flask back to him. She wordlessly nods but does not move from her spot, content to sit for a while more.
“Does it still scare you?” She asks softly. She offers no other explanation, knowing in her gut that he knows what she was asking.
“Yes, everyday” He admits, “It is so much worse now that he can winnow to wherever he wishes without me or Feyre.”
Nesta ponders the words quietly, unconsciously raising her arms to hug her abdomen. “How do you manage it?”
“By trusting Feyre or whoever is watching him to keep him safe. To trust that even at his age, he can defend himself." He says softly. "And to make it known the hell I'll bring to whoever who dares to harm him."
Nesta promises, "And I'll be right there with you." She smiles as she stands up.
After a little more walking, they stumbled upon a clearing with a mangled corpse of a winged beast. The pungent smell of blood and the beginnings of rot staining the air but beneath it was the unmistakable trace of Cassian's scent.
"Well, there's Cassian." Rhys remarks unhelpfully. Nesta shoots him a dirty look and groans in response, "But that also means he has left."
A loud screech suddenly interrupts them as a similar flying monstrosity which lies on the ground lunges for them from the sky. Nesta unsheathes her sword to strike but suddenly finds herself behind Rhys who raises a shield around them. Nesta bristles at the obstruction but has no time to rebut when the beast seemingly winnows out of sight and appears in front of her, talons striking out.
Nesta blocks with her sword and strikes back with her Made dagger that appears in her left hand but barely misses the beast. She swears when the beasts winnows towards Rhys who quickly dodges its attack and slices its leg. The creature screeches in pain but is undeterred.
"Nesta!" Rhys warns.
"I got it." She grounds out and is prepared the next time the beast winnows in front of her. She swings her sword, landing a shallow gash on the beast's chest. The beast once again shrieks in pain as it once again tries to winnow and fails. Its ability rendered useless by Ataraxia. Nesta's next blow cleanly removes the head from its body.
Nesta lets go of the sword and it vanishes before it hits the ground. She pants, feeling faint. Rhys is immediately next to her, his arm slightly supporting her back.
"C'mon. We should head back." He mutters. He snaps his fingers and the two corpses disappear. Nesta grimaces at her bloodied leathers and agrees. They winnow to the roof of the House of Wind. Nesta tilts her chin downwards in thanks and starts to make her way to her bedroom to wash up when Rhys offers, “Azriel is in Hewn City today. I could pop in to check with him if he knows where Cassian is.”
Nesta nocks her head sideways slightly in contemplation and concurs, her voice tinged with tiredness, “That would be helpful, thanks.”
Nesta pads her way out to the living room after her bath and asks for some soup and bread from the House. She does not think she can stomach anything heavier than that right now. Sending a grateful thanks to the house, she digs into the soup and is halfway through her lunch when Rhys enters the room.
“Lunch?” She offers and instantly, plates of stir fried vegetables and meat appear on the table. He sits down at the seat across her and helps himself to a serving.
“Cassian is in the library.” He informs her.
“Here?”
He nods, “He is researching the creature we encountered in the Steppes earlier. Its winnowing ability is…”
“Troubling” She finishes. He nods in agreement.
“Yeah, it is but that is a problem we can deal with later.” He reassures her. “I have told him we are up here so he should be back soon.”
Nesta swallows thickly, “Thank you. I know I gave you a rough time about it but I really appreciated the company.” She paused, “and the glamour.”
Rhys smiles softly, “Anytime, Nesta and congratulations. I am really, really happy for the both of you.”
The golden thread in Nesta’s chest brightens and warms just as they were done eating. Cassian bursts into the room and immediately rushes towards Nesta. “Are you alright?” He demands, scanning her for injuries.
“I’m fine. Rhys and I took care of it.” She quickly reassures him but lets him fuss all the same. Once satisfied that his mate is unharmed, Cassian turns to his High Lord to thank him but Rhys simply shrugs him off and quickly makes himself scarce. Nesta shoots him another appreciative glance before he leaves.
Nesta ushers Cassian to the sofa, her nerves building up. Cassian frowns at the apprehensiveness of his wife, “Sweetheart, is everything alright?” Lines of concern on his face deepens when Nesta says nothing. He cradles her face in his hands to look into her eyes and asks tenderly, “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”
To her mortification, she feels the tears well up in her eyes at the tender tone as the morning catches up with her. She frantically raises her hands to wipe away the tears but Cassian is one step ahead of her, pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks. He engulfs her in a tight hug, burying her face into his chest while pressing his face into her hair. “Whatever it is, it’ll be ok.”
Nesta breathes in the comforting scent of smoke and petrichor, of Cassian. The bond between them hums happily even as Nesta feels the worry from his end. She takes in another deep breath of her husband and looks up. "I-I've been looking for you all morning. I have something to tell you." She announces, somewhat lamely.
Cassian waits patiently for her to continue, giving her time to gather her thoughts. Deciding to just let Cassian find out for himself, she removes the glamour Rhys placed on her earlier and waits.
Cassian's nostrils flare almost immediately. Nesta watches as the emotions flit through his eyes.
Worry. Apprehension. Realisation. Joy. Utter and complete joy and happiness.
Silver lines his waterline. "Are you?" He breathes, "You are…"
"Pregnant" Nesta finishes the sentence, her voice full of emotion. Cassian sweeps her into another huge hug.
"My perfect mate, wife, love of my life." He sighs and presses kitten kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, her neck. "Mother of my child."
"You're happy?" Nesta asks, knowing in her heart that it was rhetorical but feeling the need to do so anyway.
"Yes. Completely. Absolutely. Totally. Impossibly." He accentuates every word with a kiss. "You make me so happy. Our child will make me so happy."
Nesta breaks out a watery smile. "You make me very happy too."
"Well then." He announced. "It just seems like we will just all have to be very happy together."
It seems like they will be very happy together indeed.
#we need more fics of rhys and nesta bonding#RHYS AND NESTA ARE MF BONDING#this is my type of fic#AND CASSIAN'S REACTION TO THE PREGNANCY#THEY'RE SO CUTE I'M GOING TO CRY#nessian#nesta archeron#cassian#rhysand#acotar#sjm
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my favourite ACOTAR fic by authors not on tumblr
I wanted to give some love to stories that aren't often mentioned on Tumblr and don't get reblogged over and over because their writers don't have accounts here. (I also just want more people to read some of my faves and scream about them with me.)
A Court of Ash and Sunlight by aturner1205 (Elucien; complete)
This Elucien fic had me on the edge of my seat and making up wild theories while it was posting. (I was incredibly wrong in said wild theories.) Elain and Lucien start to get to know each other better when they both are mourning her father on his birthday, and she confesses to him that she's never felt their bond. They're getting closer, and then Lucien is sent off on a dangerous mission, there's an accidental pregnancy, and Koschei after the Archerons. Tons of twists and turns here!
Fury and Siren by hurricane (next-gen; complete)
Next-gen fics where the kids are already adults are sometimes a hard sell, but these two interconnected stories get you deeply invested in Nyx and his cousins (their parents are all still around too). The first one is Nyx and an Illyrian shadowsinger (hmmm...) who's secretly been avenging abused and clipped Illyrian females, and the second is Nessian's son Caden and the only female Darkbringer who's been sent to assassinate him. These boys are definitely their fathers' sons, with their charm and flirting, but their partners do not let them rest on their privilege.
I Miss You (When the Lights Go Out), I Want to Taste the Way That You Bleed, and I Am Done With My Graceless Heart by greenvelvet_couture (Nessriel; ongoing series)
Soooo much Nessriel smut that kicks off when Azriel returns from a mission injured and Nessian want to take care of him (physically first, then sexually). Also a lot about Nesta training her post-ACOSF powers and the dangers that go along with that. But the author is VERY dedicated to the smut, bless her. Part 2 has just started and picks up with Bryce in the Night Court.
A Long Way Down by becauseofreading (Nessian; ongoing)
This one is a tough read, but it does a beautiful job of showing the recovery process from trauma and a suicide attempt. Nesta is suicidal and has deeply convinced herself of her unworthiness. Cassian is taken to task for his treatment of her and the words he's levelled at his mate, and the Valkyries, Azriel, and Elucien rally around her as she tries to heal and love herself with proper therapy. Cassian is ashamed of his treatment of her and is allowed in to help her heal if he doesn't upset her.
Where You Used to Lay Your Head by loveL (Gwynriel; complete)
This one is a bit of a time mindfuck, so you have to just accept that the Archerons and the Valkyries were born much earlier than they were in canon. Sixty years ago, Azriel and Gwyn were happy in their secret 20-year relationship (the IC knew he had a partner, but didn't know who she was) when suddenly Gwyn up and left him. Now she's back in the Night Court with Nesta and Emerie after creating the Valkyries in the Day Court, and Azriel is finally going to try to find out what happened that made Gwyn leave and stay away for so long.
Forgive Me, A Court of Shadow and Smoke, and The High Lady, the Shadowsinger, and the Omega, Part 1 and Part 2 by darcyshandflex (Elucien, Azris, next-gen; ongoing)
This epic series starts with Elucien and explaining why Elain has avoided him for so long--but now she's ready to fight for him. In A Court of Shadow and Smoke, we have omegaverse!Azris finally getting together (Azriel's the alpha, Eris is the omega) and all of the emotional and political issues that causes. The final two parts span 30+ years with Azris raising their three girls. When the girls are adults, their future partners are discovered, and that has long-lasting impacts on multiple courts in Prythian. This one is still ongoing, and apparently the final part is going to be sad and I'm not ready for it.
And here are three writers I would have included on this list who have since gotten on Tumblr (I procrastinated on writing this post for THAT long, but they were on the original draft!):
A Little Bit of Light Reading by @infinitefolklore (Elucien; complete)
One of my all-time favourite ACOTAR stories that I have reread a bajillion times. Elain and Lucien are alone at the townhouse and start flirting, which leads to other things, including library sex, a sorta blood duel, a reconciliation, a solstice sex party in the Summer Court, PLUS a threesome near the end, as a little treat.
I Can Wait For You at the Bottom by MissFreakingFortune/ @missfckingfortune (Elucien; ongoing)
Listen, if you're not reading this super-sexy modern Elucien rockstar second-chance romance, I don't know what you're doing with your life. Elain and Lucien were high school sweethearts who had their lives together all planned out, until Lucien left to chase his rockstar dreams. Ten years later, he's returned home for Beron's funeral and once they're back in each other's orbit, they both can't stay away. Lucien is determined to win her back, but Elain is much more wary, even though the attraction is definitely still there. There's also a great big bro Eris, and Mama Vanserra finally has her freedom from Beron so she can maybe start something up again with hot French professor Helion...and also tell him about their child, who is also going to need to know about his true parentage.
Phoenix Rising by Vivienne1412/ @annaskareninas (Elucien; complete)
I need you to drop everything and go read this fic. Yes, NOW. No, I'll wait.
Beron has seized control over all of Prythian and has either killed or exiled all of High Lords and other powerful fae (Feysand and Nyx are in the Hewn City dosed with faebane everyday; Nessian escaped to Hybern). The humans have also gathered enough power that they're a dangerous threat to the fae. Elain has been working as a nurse for the fae resistance efforts, and her latest patient is the long-thought-dead Lucien, the only free heir of any of the High Lords. They go on the run to protect him, as there's a prophecy about him that makes him the last hope to defeat Beron and Autumn for good, and shore up support from the Continent to get a fighting force. This is an incredibly well-written fantasy story with crazy-high stakes and DRAGONS. Go read it.
#fic rec#elucien#gwynriel#nessian#nessriel#azris#next-gen acotar#reblog with your fave non-tumblr stories!#also if any of these writers are on tumblr lmk
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Day 7 Masterlist: Free Day
Fanfic
"Return to the Hewn City, Ch 1: Know Your Place" by @acourtofladydeath (Azris X Nessian)
"you come back with gravity, Ch 1" by @iftheshoef1tz (BOE Lucien X Jurian X Vassa, Elucien, Morlain)
"Rhys's death scene but if Rhys lost his powers, Part 5" by @lorcandidlucienwill (Feytamsand)
"Wicked Games" by @fieldofdaisiies (Nessriel)
"I Know What You Need" by @born-to-riot (Vamren X Nesta)
"Schedule Conflicts" by @readychilledwine (OC X Azriel X Feysand, OC X Azriel X Nessian)
"Lighthouse In The Woods" fic and playlist by @chunkypossum (OC X Eris X Azriel)
"The Ruining of Seraphina" by @readychilledwine (OC X Inner Circle)
"Pregnancy Roulette" by @littlestw01f (OC X Rhysand X Eris)
"Baby of Mine, A Spring Time Affairs Fic" by @nocasdatsgay (OC X Tamlin X Elucien)
"For the High Lady" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Bat Boys
"Ours to Keep" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Neris)
"Omega, Ours Part 2" by @mrs-illyrian-baby (Reader X Nessian)
Fanart
"Acoship Throuples" by @copypastus (Multiple Ships)
"Sellyn Drake good time" by @dustjacketdraws (Nessriel)
If your creation is missing or you see an issue with the masterlist, please reach out to the blog so we can rectify it!
#acotar#acotar fanfic#acotar x reader#nessriel#nessian X reader#poly+acotarweek2024#poly+acotarweek2024 d7#poly!acotar#acosf#azris x nessian#azris#nessian#oc x rhys x eris#oc x azris#oc x azriel x eris#oc x tamlin x elucien#elucien#poly!batboys#nerissian#feytamsand#nesta archeron#elain archeron#feyre archeron#valkyries#poly!valkyries#eluzriel#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#a court of frost and starlight
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okay but I feel like acosf was a joke. where was the love between nesta and cassian? they were just having sex 24/7. the only good thing about the book was nesta friendship with gwyn and emerie and the valkyries. nesta and cassian need more buildup. im also confused on how nesta, emerie, and gwyn won the blood rite against men who trained for decades and they trained for like 6 months??? cassian acted like he couldn't keep his D in his pants (and there's argument about azriel just lusting for elain???? where did that come from?? im confused. because from acosf I only saw a few moments from them that will probably be in the next book for their story. i have no idea about lucien, hes just there to me.) feyre's pregnancy should not have happened. im sorry but it was just out of the blue for me. we deserved to see her pov and her reaction from feyre and rhys pov, not nesta! then everyone lied to feyre???? what is this book??? help me understand.
Hey anon 🫶 (buckle up this is long)
Acosf was…something. In terms of healing and friendship, I loved the message it sent, that everyone can heal - but you have to work hard for it. Similar to how hard you have to work when climbing a mountain but when you get to the top - all the efforts you’ve made are worth it, you’ve conquered your trauma and past, are now looking ahead to an endless future.
That being said - wtf was acosf? It just felt like an easy way out.
Cassian and Nesta had the set up, the potential angst, longing - it was all there. Mass just couldn’t do them justice and I can’t wrap my head around why. Aside from fics, im not an author or a writer. I can be ignorant and say the book should have been easy to write & Mass flopped big time bcs she didn’t know what she was doing - but it’s easy to critique. So take whatever I say with a grain of salt, especially as its been 4 years since I read the book (thats how bad it was. I mentally just can’t reread that book)
Everything from acosf fell flat. I can’t tell you why Cassian loved Nesta. I can comfirm he was attracted to her, but love? I don’t know. You could feel Rhysand’s feelings towards Feyre. His admiration, adoration and determination to make her happy & give her everything she wants. With Nessian I couldn’t feel that. Yes, Cassian has been there for Nesta during her toughest times but it never felt enough. I think it’s because they lacked tender moments between them, most of their moments always came back to them doing each other. I just needed more pure scenes. Imagine Nesta having a nightmare and Cass comes, soothes her - they talk a little of Nesta’s childhood, maybe a good memory between the sisters - and eventually Nesta falls asleep on his shoulder and he just stares and admires her. We needed to see more of these vulnerable, soft moments. I also feel as though Sjm didn’t know how to get Nesta and Cass in forced proximity. So she lumps them - through problematic means - at the house of wind together. I also think Mass wanted to get straight into writing their intimate scenes - either to please herself or her Cassian fans that wanted to see what he’d be like - the issue however…was Nesta ready to get into a physical relationship? I don’t think so. We needed to see more yearning and angst before they got together. Cass at times acted like a dog that needed to be watered. He had 0 growth & didn’t feel fleshed out. Also the way he talks about Mor? Are we sure he isn’t the obsessed one and it’s Azriel? All I know is by the end of acosf - I was not rooting for Nesta and Cass. Nesta needed time & adjustment. They needed to become friends who can rely & trust each other first before becoming romantic or accepting their bond. All that being said, I don’t hate Nessian. More development can always come in future books. They’re definitely endgame even if some stans are in denial and think Sjm will pull a wild card, have Nessian break up. Only for Nesta to end up with Eris following her mother’s desires.
The valkryies winning the rite felt too much like a perfect fairytale ending - I think we need to accept the fact these books will be the definition of Cliche. Cliche romances, tropes & friendships. Sjm isn’t going for realism (aside from the characters’ healing aspect) these are her perfect stories. So whilst the valkryies winning may make no sense realistically- if we look at it from a fairytale view: you have 3 friends who worked together, helping each other through trust and perseverance to win. They did it through the bond of friendship- which is the cliche message. You can’t always climb a mountain by yourself. It will get hard. You will want to give up. You need friends who you can trust to help pick you back up - you don’t have to go through the healing process alone. Everyone will have someone that will be the Gwyn/Emerie to their Nesta.
The only way Sjm can redeem herself from that pregnancy plotline is by giving a novella of feysand dealing w the pregnancy during acosf. I think Mass needed to “redeem” Nesta in a huge way- feyre’s life and family being in danger was the way She came up with. Sucks bcs it could have been dealt with better. I also think if we got Feyre’s pregnancy from Rhysands pov - a lot more people will sympathise with him & lay off in harshly judging his character. Everyone lying to Feyre- just goes to show how everyone in her life failed her once more. Other then Rhys: She isn’t anyones first choice. Her friends not telling the truth- imo undermined their friendship in acomaf/acowar making it now seem fake.
Anyone that says Az *just* lusts for Elain, read acosf & is now scared that future couples will be reduced as characters who only want to do each other. The claim comes from Azriel’s bonus - idk if you’ve read it - but everyone’s clutching their pearls bcs “oooh the absolute horror of Az wanting Elain! How dare he!” Its an NA explicit novel. Idk what the fuss is about. Denial ig. I think Luciens in the background bcs he isn’t important to the current subplots. Personally I think he will get his novella but that is a long way away so for now he’s in the background- not forgotten just not integral.
In the end, I feel like Sjm struggled with getting everything - from Nessians relationship, too “redeeming” Nesta and the little plot SF had - going. She struggled w catalysing it all. Lets all just pray future books go better.
#Hope this makes senss anon#SF is hard to understand#acosf#a court of silver flames#sarah j mass#nessian#nesta archeron#rhysand acotar#feyre archeron#azriel shadowsinger#lucien vandaddy#valkryies acosf
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I’m soooooo excited 🤩🤩🤩
There’s just TWO WEEKS to go until Nessian Week 2023 🔥🔥🔥 How do you plan on participating?
#I’m trying to do as many fics as possible#so far I have 2 finished#I’m close to being done with the next chapter of evil Nessian#I also need to write 2 chapters for pregnancy Nessian in the next 2 weeks pray for me
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****Nessian Fluff****
A Mountain to Climb Together
Summary: This is a Nessian fic set a few weeks post-ACOSF. Nesta reveals her pregnancy. This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a series about Cassian and Nesta starting their own family. Let me know what you think!
Nesta knew she had to tell someone. She just didn’t know how. It was the guilt that was driving her into a self-imposed isolation. She knew it was her fault for sleeping with Cassian without drinking her contraceptive tonic. She had told herself it was only once. And the low likelihood of Fae pregnancies provided further consolation. Now, the cost of her mistake dawned on her and fear took over her mind and left her paralysed on the bathroom floor.
An hour later, Nesta had composed herself and was rejecting the house’s offer of tea.
“Thank You. But I will be fine. I survived the Blood Rite. I will survive this too.” It was a comforting gesture. And although she appreciated the house’s company, she knew she needed someone else’s support.
As she picked herself up again and headed towards the dining hall, Nesta focused on her breathing and repeated the same reassuring words that soothed her nerves earlier, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.”
Cassian would be back any time now for dinner. Nesta sighed and rolled her eyes at the dinner laid out on table. The house had gone to great lengths to put together a grand feast fit for a celebration.
“Well, it’s not exactly subtle, is it?” Nesta muttered under her breath. At least the house was excited. She focused on breathing through her mouth and hurried towards the nearest window to push it open. The mixture of overwhelming smells of food only made her feel more nauseous.
Nesta swivelled her head towards the door as the sound of Cassian’s heavy landing made its way through the house.
The doors flung open. Cassian's hair and flight leathers were lightly splattered with rain and Nesta noticed a fresh wound under his eye that stretched all the way to his jaw. He was seemingly oblivious to the cut on his face as he turned towards her with a wide grin.
“Hello Nes.”
Instantly, she forgot about her own worries and rushed towards him. He chuckled as she held his face in her hands and inspected the wound. It was shallow and already healing. However, a cut like that meant something had gone wrong during Cassian’s usual meetings in Illyria.
“I contemplated going down to the River House first to clean this up. I knew the mother hen in you would worry.” He placed his hands carefully on her hips and pulled her tightly against himself.
“I missed you,” he murmured softly against her lips.
Nesta tried - and failed – to pull back to have another look at his face. “Of course I’m worried! You were meant to be in a harmless meeting. What happened?”
“No meeting set in Illyria is ever going to be harmless, my love. I’ll be fine.” He brushed a quick kiss over her head and intertwined his hand with hers as he led them to the dining table. “But if you’re still worried about me, I could suggest a few things that will speed up the healing process. For a start, it’s been proven that letting your mate eat his dinner off your naked body is a sure remedy for any injury.”
Nesta laughed as she took her seat.
“Last time we did that you dropped most of our dinner onto the floor. Unfortunately for your injury, I think it’s best that we try to eat our food tonight instead of wasting it. And stop avoiding my question. What happened today?”
Cassian feigned an exasperated sigh as he began eating, “Pity. I spent the whole flight here dwelling on that fantasy.”
“Cassian.” Nesta crossed her arms and levelled a stern look directly at him.
“It’s nothing serious, Nes. I promise. You already know about the dissent within Illyria following the latest Blood Rite. I’m meeting with Rhys and Az tomorrow to speak about it. We’ve seen this sort of thing many times before. I can handle it.” Before he took his next bite, Cassian glanced at Nesta’s plate and worry immediately lined his face. He walked over to her and began pouring food onto her plate. Nesta relaxed into her chair and looked up at her mate with complete adoration when she saw the way he acted out of concern for her. He kissed her lightly before placing a full plate of dinner in front of her and taking his seat on the other side of the table.
“Is the interrogation over? Now who’s the one wasting food?” Cassian said as he gave her a taunting smile.
Nesta returned his smile and began eating. “Fine. The interrogation will be put on hold until further notice.”
“I can live with that. Now it’s my turn to ask questions. What’s the occasion for this feast?”
Nesta nearly dropped her glass. She looked away from his gaze and cursed the house silently.
“The feast wasn’t my idea. You know how the house is prone to theatrics. But I do have some serious news I need to share with you. As well as a confession.” Her voice came out shaky and she looked down at her plate. It was too difficult to watch how he would react. Once again, the fear rushed over her.
Nesta hung her head low. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.
Cassian immediately stopped eating and strode quickly to her. He knelt before her on the floor and lifted her chin up so that he could look into her eyes while his other hand clasped hers tightly.
Nesta let the tears fall as she saw the worry and fear etched into his face. How was she meant to tell him? This was meant to be a decision they would make together. She feared how quickly this was all happening.
Cassian caressed her face and one by one, he kissed her tears away. Nesta leaned into her mate and steadied herself.
“I forgot to take my contraceptive tea. I thought it wouldn’t matter. But now…” she trailed off and finally let go of the weak shield she had placed over her body to conceal her scent.
Cassian’s eyes widened with realisation.
“You’re pregnant” he whispered in disbelief.
Nesta nodded once slowly.
Cassian began to laugh and pulled Nesta out of the chair before he spun her around in the air.
“I can’t believe this!” He pulled her into a tight embrace. “We’re going to be parents.” He whispered into her hair.
“You’re not upset? Or frightened?” Nesta could barely speak from shock.
“It’s my dream to have a family with you, Nesta. How could I be upset?" Cassian pulled back slightly to look at her. “I don’t care that you forgot about the tea, I know it was an honest mistake. I’ve done it too.”
For the first time in hours, Nesta took a long and steady breath. Relief washed over her. “I want to have a family with you too. I just thought I’d have a lot more time to prepare. I don’t know if I can do this. Raising a family is a long and difficult journey.”
Cassian kissed her deeply. “You’re right. It’s another mountain to climb. But it’s one we will climb together.”
#nessian fluff is the best fluff#nessian#cassian#nesta archeron#nesta x cassian#nesta acotar#acosf#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#nesta#sarah j maas#bat brothers#bat boys#cassian acotar#acofas#acomaf#acotar fanfiction#a court of silver flames#nessian fanfiction#nessian fic#nessian smut#fluff#acotar fic#fanfic#fanfiction
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ACOTAR MASTERLIST
sayosdreams masterlist
Guide
💌 : Completed fics
🌙 : Incomplete fics
🌸 : I'm open to writing more in the future but don't have plans to do so at the moment.
Thanks for reading!
Nessian
Sand and Stardust - multichapter Nessian pregnancy fic 🌙
** In progress **
POETRY: Painfully Overt Expressions of Trauma, Regret, and Yearning - AU oneshot 💌
Nesta and Cassian are in the same writing class in college
Of Bookshelves, Popcorn & Texts • Of Cell phones, Couches & Cafés - AU 💌
Angsty two-shot where Cassian and Nesta are in a good relationship until Cassian’s phone lights up with a notification: a text from Mor...
To rob thee of a kiss - AU oneshot 🌸
Nes and Cas steal a kiss from each other in front of a busy train station — but is that all they steal?
Drops of Sapphire - AU oneshot 💌
Nesta hasn’t told Cassian her secret. Angst.
Aquaphobia - AU oneshot 💌
A day at the pool with her sisters. Seems harmless enough, right? Nevermind the fact that she’s afraid of deep water...
Melted Dreams (Part 1, Part 2 ) - AU 🌙
Nesta finally landed her dream job — becoming a professional writer. Why was it, then, that she was sobbing outside of her favorite café?
Too - oneshot 💌
Maybe Nesta is too much for this world. Maybe this world is too much for Nesta.
Before the Dust Settles (Part 1) 🌙
Nesta had a miscarriage. Cassian didn’t even know she was pregnant. Angst.
Étude des senses: an incomplete collection of sketches & paintings - AU 🌸
Cassian is an artist. The beautiful, mysterious woman working in the bookshop is his muse.
Strange, Beautiful Unknown - oneshot 💌
Nesta stands on a balcony at night and ponders. Canon-verse, set around or after ACOWAR.
Picture Us (Together Forever) - AU oneshot 💌
Cassian and Nesta revisit their favorite memories from the past five years of their relationship.
>> Craving more Nessian? Here’s a list of Nessian fic writers! (Part 2)
Elriel
Stop and smell the roses - AU oneshot 💌
Elriel modern day fic where Elain owns a flower shop and is pregnant with her ex-husband’s baby.
Elain-centric
Love, Elain - oneshot 💌
Welcome to life in the display case, the sidelines, the background. Welcome to life being polite, pretty, and perfect. Welcome to life as Elain Archeron.
Pulling Weeds, Pushing Daisies - oneshot 💌
They’d all dismissed her, because how much harm could a cherry-cheeked little girl really cause? - Elain, revisited.
Other
Summer Nights and Faerie Lights - AU 🌸
Summers in Velaris mean sunny days filled with fun and drama. Join the ACOTAR crew as they navigate friendships, relationships, and the complexities of being a teenager.
#acotar#sayosdreams#sayosdreams masterlist#sayosdreams fics#nessian#elain archeron#nessian fics#nesta archeron#sayosdreams fic
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I Guess It's Half Timing (And The Other Half's Luck) Chapter Six: August
down to the wire yet again, but somehow I managed to finish in the nick of time (as per usual). I hope everyone's been enjoying their summers and are looking forward to @nessianweek 2023! I'm hoping to have September's update done for that, so fingers crossed I can get it done<3
✷✷✷✷✷ Cassian
Cassian was mid-lesson prep when his phone buzzed a few times where he’d left it on his desk. From the vibration pattern he knew it was only one person it could be, so he made sure to save his progress before reaching for his phone with a grin.
Nesta Archeron, 4:32 PM
Jesus Christ why am I so hungry all the time
I think I could eat a horse right now.
And ask for seconds.
The two of them had taken to texting each other throughout the day, with Cassian mostly sending things that he hoped would make Nesta laugh while she sent plenty of eye-rolling emojis in return. Lately, she’d taken to complaining about her stomach — her cravings, how hungry she was all the time, how little energy she had to cook for herself by the time she made it home.
Cassian Valladares, 4:33 PM
hmm idk just a guess but might be because of the literal bun in the oven
Cassian laughed at his own joke as he hit send, knowing it might get a chuckle out of Nesta even though she’d never admit to it.
Nesta Archeron, 4:37 PM
Ha.
Thank you so much captain obvious.
I never would’ve figured that out without you.
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why is pre-acofas nessian compelling
this is just a rant so okay
Something that's been interesting about nessian from the very beginning is that these are two people whose bodies are their weapons. And they're sort of foils in that way, because how they both do that is very much gendered.
We know Nesta has been taught (groomed) to use the promise of her sexuality and capability for pregnancy as a means to achieve security for herself and her family. She performs a certain version of femininity to keep herself safe, regardless of how she actually feels.
Cassian’s genetics, training, culture make his body a traditionally masculine instrument of violence through physical domination, and Mor has weaponized his sexual presence, both toward her family/Eris and in a way toward Azriel as well. This echoes the violence enacted against his mother during his conception and as a result of his birth/having to provide for him.
In this way their relationship, and their sexual relationship in particular, has the potential to be so dense. And I think as much as Nesta finds healing through being intimate, like she does in ACOSF in the loosest of ways (?), to me there’s also enormous potential for Cassian to find meaning in being a safe person for someone else, especially a woman, because of the trauma of being a male product of rape in a patriarchal society. And I imagine part of his relationship with his sexuality exists at that intersection of that privilege and violence.
There is another factor at play in regards to race and racial stereotyping. Interracial relationships do not seem that common in Prythian. And the Illyrians might be the most ‘High Fae-like’ of the lesser fae (a bad name), but they are still indigenous people colonized by the Night Court. Doesn’t Eris say some rude shit to them? Even Amren calls them dogs. Mor's whole thing is bordering on fetishization. Prythian is racist.
So it’s very possible there are experiences Cassian has had with mixed race relationships that are at play as well. Their relationship is very dense and has a lot to explore in regards to what happens to regular people when their bodies become political battlegrounds. Like, glad SJM didn't try to tackle that one but also what a compelling story! I want to read that!
Also I don’t want to be a Cassian apologist, canon Cassian is kind of dead to me. I’m just at a part in the fic I’m writing where they’re starting to get physical and so I’m thinking a lot about the politics of sex. There was such an interesting story in here that I wish we’d been able to explore.
okay ttyl no tags end rant
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thank you for the tag @dustjacketmusings!
tagging: @talkfantasytome @arinbelle @vidalinav @melphss @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk
Trope Tiers Meme
Thanks for the tag, @nirikeehan!
So I found a lot of these difficult to place, because I will read virtually anything that my faves write, even if it isn’t generally my cup of tea. And some of my favorite tropes can still be done, y’know, badly. But this feels approximately right?
Anywho, tagging @dreadfutures @serial-chillr @a-song-in-the-stillness @truebluedreamer @kiastirling @about2dance @anneapocalypse @santkazoya @velidewrites @ultadverb @thesistersarcheron @soopsiesdaisies @nightcourtseer and whomever else would like to participate, feel free to tag me I’m curious about your answers!
#I know I know it's hilarious that I put MCD in the bottom tier when I've written it myself LMAOOOOO#I just tend to read fics that make me happy#especially stucky and nessian cause they deserve the WORLD#why would I want one of them to be permanently gone. insanity.#also I love a good pregnancy fic but only when you know up front that it's happening#nothing makes me DNF faster than a pregnancy NOBODY SIGNED UP FOR!#and you know the exact trope i'm talking about#miscommunication also makes me want to fight like. just talk???? wtf is the PROBLEM#also i know amnesia in the bottom tier is funny as a stuck fan but I just prefer to read the bucky remembers kinds of fics anyway#tag games
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It's just for tonight
A/N: A Mother's Day drabble! Happy Mother's Day to any mums who sees this🥰
This may or may not be my husband and I. Except I'm the sucker irl😂. This drabble could also be considered a part two to my Nessian pregnancy fic here.
Nesta winnows into the balcony of the House of Wind, walking into the room with a wide smile on her face. She loves her family, she truly does. But there is nothing like a girls night with Emerie and Gwyn. Just the three of them catching up on life and the latest collection of romance novels.
She walks past the growing mess in the corridor to crack open the door of her daughter's room, poking her head in. Only to find the room empty. The bedsheet is rumpled and the blanket lies on the floor, casually tossed aside.
Oh no, he didn't.
She moves on to their room with suspicion brewing in her belly. She enters the room and closes the door with a quiet thud behind her.
And there they are
Their daughter is hidden from sight, safely cocooned under her father's large wing. Cassian's face is adorned with a soft affectionate smile as he watches over his precious daughter.
"Cassian!" Nesta hisses quietly, "We were supposed to get her used to sleeping in her own bed!"
Her mate reluctantly takes his eyes off his baby and gives her a helpless shrug, "She was crying papa!"
She huffs, looking away from the wide innocent hazel eyes and crosses her arms, "Put her back in her room."
Cassian has already turned his back to her and is once again facing his little angel, the soft look returning to his face, "But she's so cute. I'll move her in five minutes."
Nesta is not surprised to come back to the room after washing up to find her daughter curled up against her sleeping father. She takes a moment to take in the sight, letting it fill her heart and spill out of her chest. She slides in under the covers. Her lips curl into a smile as the wing covering her daughter lifts to envelope around her, bringing her into the fold.
Nesta breathes her family's presence in and feels herself drifting off. She can sleep in her own bed tomorrow. She can sleep with them just for tonight.
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The Girl (Nessian fanfic)
Notes: I needed angst and raw Nessian so... here we are. I have no idea if this is a prologue or a one-shot at this moment in time ( I think it's a prologue...) But here you are, a gift to you all because I am so shit at posting / writing these days...
And because it's not my jam writing-wise, now is the time to highlight that this will not be a pregnancy fic.
Prologue Cassian
It’s winter when he meets The Girl. Solstice lights are strung around the city and the music playing in the cramped bar is essentially a questionable mix of eighties, garage music and festive bangers that people scream along to until they’re hoarse.
Amongst the writhing bodies, Cassian spots her. Scarlet cami, hair like honey. He watches her for too long, the way her hips move to a rhythm nobody else quite seems to get like she does, the length of her ponytail as it swings to and fro.
When she turns and meets his eyes, he’s a goner. And at the end of night, when he backs her into his apartment, he realises quickly that whoever this girl is, she takes what she wants and he’ll take what he can get.
None of it takes long.
It’s electric. It’s fire. It’s as if alone, they are both embers - but together they are the wind that ignites the spark, burning up a frenzy. His mouth on hers, the length of her hair wrapped around his palm whilst her fingers bite at his scalp. Her legs clamped around his hips as she unzips him and sinks down.
It’s obscene that Cassian doesn’t think about protection. It’s there in the back of his mind, this small niggle. But he bats it away, marvelling instead at the pull and push of this primal attraction he’s never had before, relentless as the tide as it rushes back only to curl over inside of him again and hook him right back in.
When it’s over, Cassian has the distinct impression that he’s lost something, so he keeps his head buried in the crook of her neck a little too long. She smells like jasmine and vanilla and salt. Cassian feels as if he’s been shattered from some great height.
And then she’s untangling herself from him and tugging up her leather-look leggings over her hips, tucking her breasts back into her bra and pulling the scarlet satin cami back over her head.
Cassian is still not quite back in the room when she grabs for her bag. Her voice is scratchy and thick with what they’ve just done. “It’s been fun.”
The words have him scrambling up from the couch but his jeans are caught around his ankles.
“Hey,” he says as he manages to stand. The zipper jams in his shirt and he mutters a series of curses under his breath.
By the time he’s turned, the front door is shutting.
She’s let herself out.
In all Cassian’s time sleeping around, he’s never seen such a quick exit.
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