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anyoneseenadam · 4 years ago

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Home: Chapter eight

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing

word count: 1.6k

a/n: ahhh this is the last part and I’m kinda sad but at the same time I don’t want to drag it out, I also have a new idea for a dorian x reader so it’s a good thing to finsih one but am still sad. I hope you enjoy I made it extra fluffy (also had a cheeky wee hint back to the first part)

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You were sat in front of a large mirror, taking in your appearance as you listened to the noise downstairs, the hustle and sounds of people speaking as they rushed about in preparation a sharp contrast to the silence of your and Azriel’s shared room. The girl looking back at you in the mirror was beautiful. Her hair was pinned up, revealing a long neck adorned with a simple necklace your lover had gifted you. Your skin was clear as well, any blemishes you had, any scarring from acne you had picked at, was gone, replaced by dewy, glowing skin. In fact everything about you seemed to glow, your hair was shinier, your skin had a new ethereal sense about it, and you looked more like your mother than you ever had before.

You heard a clatter of plates downstairs and bit your lip with a slight smile, running your hands over you dress. It was baby pink, as you had commented that white may be a little on the nose, with a deep V-neck and white and pink flowers trailing down the heavy skirt, you had picked it out with the help of Feyre and Mor who had dragged you out shopping, giggling when you had stared in shock at the sheer number of dresses you only believed existed on Pinterest. You reached over the vanity and picked up the delicate gold dangling earrings that you had ‘bought’ (Azriel had technically bought them but you certainly paid him back) and put them on, gazing wistfully at your now pointed ears.

So much had changed so quickly. Azriel’s family were extremely welcoming, instantly treating you like they had known you forever. You became incredibly close with Cassian and Nesta, much to Azriel’s amusement, as you bonded over books with Nesta and a general love of Azriel with Cassian. Nesta was officially sold on you when she finished ‘Call Me by Your Name’ the day you gave it to her, the two of you discussing it all night as you made promises to find a way to show her the movie. Rhysand and Mor treated you like a sister, the three of you soon teasing each other, Amren genuinely laughing when you let loose your more creative insults. The only one who seemed reserved at first was Elain, but soon the two of you were spending hours in the garden as you taught her about the different needs that different plants had and how to grow them most effectively.

Azriel had never been more in love. He already knew you were mates but now that it was official, and possible, he felt like he was on cloud nine. He was in love with how quickly you feel asleep in his arms. The way you lit up when talking about your passions, hands moving widely. He was in love with the way your eyes sparkled constantly now, only rarely being overcome with shadows, ones that he had learned to help dispel, you were laughing more and had even started showing your back again. When you went to the House of Wind to train with Cassian and Azriel one summer afternoon you had removed your top, leaving you in a simple sports bra, not missing the mix of pride and desire in Azriel’s eyes as you continued your exercises.

“Can I ask what happened?” Nesta had asked late that day, Feyre looking up from her book, Nyx cradled in one arm. You had explained, and after, when you expected to be pushed away, Feyre had simply passed Nyx to Nesta and wrapped her arms around you, holding you for a long while, even when the Illyrians entered the room. When she pulled away you noticed the tears in her eyes and offered her a small smile, as she whispered to you.

“You’re with your family now, nothing like that will ever happen again.” And then you were crying too.

Now you were sat in your low-back dress with your hair up, scars on display for anyone to see. You had been woken at nine am by an excited chorus of fae women and all but shoved into a bath, your hair washed, and skin scrubbed until you felt new-born. You had been brought a strong, dark coffee and some honeyed toast as you sat soaking in the bath, your friends moving about outside tidying your room and fishing out everything you needed, before you were pulled from the bath and forced to dry. When you had walked back into the room, you found Mor wiggling her eyebrows as she passed you a bag which, on further inspection, you found contained an intricate set of baby blue lingerie making you laugh loudly as you thumbed the material. They had then crowded you, Nesta drying and styling your hair as Feyre did your face, treating it alike one of her beautiful paintings, Elain painting and filing your nails as Amren and Mor sat sipping on champagne, both donned in beautiful, dark silk dresses, as they discussed the day ahead. You felt alike a princess when they were done and had commented as much, gaining you a glass of champagne and a comment on how you looked like one too. However they soon left, claiming there was much to sort out downstairs and that they had no faith in the boys to get it sorted.

Now you were sat alone, your gaze had moved to outside your window where light snow had started falling. You stood and moved the open window, perching on the ledge, smiling when a robin landed next to you, flying to rest in your palm, it’s ruby coloured breast not making you flinch. You still had nightmares as you were still part god and probably always would have the dreams you had grown used to; however you were making progress.

“If you’re planning on running away that ledge is too high,” You smiled as you heard his voice, turning to see your beautiful mate smiling at you.

“Maybe Cassian can come and fly me out,” you challenged,

“Ha, ha.” He deadpanned and you giggled, standing to wrap yourself in his arms,

“In my world it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the service,” you whispered into his chest,

“This technically isn’t a wedding,”

“That’s a fair point,” you muttered, and he smiled down at you,

“It would be a shame to deprive me of this sight, you look beautiful princess,” he spun you out of his arms and you giggled, making his heart swell with love.

“It would, wouldn’t it?”

“C’mon, we should go soon, Cassian’s already crying,” you laughed and grabbed his hand as he pulled you along and down the stairs. You gasped when you reached the bottom, there were flowers everywhere, the whole room transformed into a fairy wonderland that made you feel giddy. You smiled when you saw that Cassian was in fact, already tearing up as he stood to greet you, complementing you and thanking you for making his brother so happy, you had laughed and shoved him away in your emotional state, not wanting to cry so early, as you moved to the sink in the room that was spraying a fine mist of water, creating a rainbow.

“Oh Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, show me Nico Di Angelo, Camp half blood.” You threw in a golden drachma, the image wavered before revealing your friends and family on the other side, waving, and sending greetings. The inner circle came over and you all conversed for a while before Azriel was rather impatiently tugging on your hand and you moved onto the ceremony, with just your found families present. Having been raised mortal you insisted on exchanging rings, and Azriel was completely happy to oblige, obsessed with the feeling of pushing the ring onto your finger and kissing you, having someone that was wholly his, and who he was completely devoted to.

The rest of the day was spent curled under Azriel’s arm, sipping cocktails, and laughing as you were told all the most embarrassing things the inner circle could dig up. You ate delicious food and laughed with your friends, you heart aching at how naturally this happiness came to you now as you gazed at the man you loved.

You stood outside, breathing in the fresh air, and enjoying the slight chill that came through the thin shawl you had wrapped around you shoulders. Soon you felt a familiar hand press into your hip, pulling you into his side tightly. You looked up at him, still in wonder of how you landed such a beautiful man.

He caught your gaze, brushing a snowflake of your cheek and grabbing your hand, pressing a light kiss into the palm. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, gaze so full of love that tears welled up in your eyes.

“I’m just so glad you got stabbed,” you muttered, and he laughed before you continued, “I’m serious, I don’t know where I’d be if we hadn’t met, but you are everything to me and I’m so glad we pushed through, I’m so glad we fought to be together.”

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair as he pulled you in tightly, his scarred hands moving over your scarred back as you sighed, content.

“I love you.” You replied, pulling away and watching as a red admiral butterfly landed on a nearby poppy.

#acofas #acomaf #acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #acowar #heroes of olympus #acosf #acofs #rhysand

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theladyofdeath · 5 years ago

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V O I D { F O U R T E E N }

Chapter 14. An ACOTAR fanfiction.

Nessian. Elriel. Feysand.

Previous chapters: Fanfic Masterlist

“I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.” ― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight (sure did)

Azriel couldn’t control his nerves which only made him more nervous.

The second he knocked on the door, his hands were shaking. He had to shove them into his pockets to keep from showing his embarrassment, his anxiety.

And when Elain opened the door? He was breathless.

He begged his mind to come up with something to say, but he came up short. He cursed, first in his head, then aloud, causing a bright, beautiful smile to capture Elain’s face.

Azriel was weak in the knees.

“Hi,” he said, at last.

“Hi,” Elain replied, cheeks pink.

“You look…” Azriel’s words trailed off, because anything he would have said would not have been good enough for the goddess standing in front of him.

“Thank you,” she said, anyways, stepping out of the doorframe and onto the front porch. “You, too.”

Nesta was in the hallway behind Elain, smiling mischievously, making Azriel feel even more uncomfortable than he felt.

Uncomfortable, but excited.

He had been out with a handful of girls in the last few years, but none of them made him feel the same way that Elain did. She was different. She was perfect.

Elain closed the front door softly behind her, Nesta disappearing behind it.

“So,” Azriel said, clearing his throat. “You ready?”

Elain chuckled, softly, looking down at her dress. “Yes, I am.”

Azriel, realizing it was a stupid question, nodded and held out his hand. She happily accepted it and he helped her down the front porch steps, refusing to let go of her hand until they reached his truck. He opened the door, helped her inside, and let out a long, loose breath on his walk back to the driver’s side.

They road in silence, although it remained fairly comfortable. Azriel had never been good at taking the lead in the conversation, although it had always been easy with Elain.

With the exception of now.

He wanted to impress her but didn’t know why. He had never worried about impressing her before. But now? He felt like he suddenly wasn’t good enough.

“So,” he began. “I hope you like Italian food.”

“Love it,” Elain assured him.

“Good,” Azriel said, nodding his head uncontrollably.

“Good,” Elain repeated.

Azriel felt the need to facepalm himself, but his hands only tightened on the steering wheel.

“Are you okay?” Elain asked, after a minute.

Was he? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t answer, making the silence even more uncomfortable. In his mind, he scolded himself.

But when he looked at Elain, he smiled. She was watching him, brow raised, amusement lighting up her deep, brown eyes.

“I just want to be with you, Az,” she said, quietly. “I want you for you.”

The nerves didn’t leave him, but he laughed. He actually laughed, for the first time in a long time, his heart felt light. He nodded, carefully, reaching over the middle seat and taking her hand.

Nesta and Cassian sat in Hale’s library, neither of them saying a word.

He was nervous.

She was nervous for him.

Hale had yet to arrive.

“You okay?” Nesta whispered.

Cassian shook his head, but said no more.

By the time Hale entered the room, Nesta and Cassian were thrumming with anxiety and anticipation.

He sat in a leather armchair, eyes on Cassian. “I’m glad you came. I was surprised. I thought my doorman was joking with me, honestly, when he said you were waiting in here.”

Nesta smiled, but Cassian’s expression didn’t change.

“I wasn’t sure I was going to come, to be honest with you,” Cassian whispered.

Hale nodded. “I understand.”

Nesta felt uncomfortable, as if she was intruding on something precious. She pretended to fade into the background as the two men stared at one another.

“I’m not sure what I wanted to tell you,” Cassian began. “But, I know that I wanted to see you again.”

Hale’s hard demeanor softened.

“I’m glad you came.”

Cassian nodded, and Nesta suddenly regretted her offer to join him in his meeting with Hale. Nesta loved Hale, and she had grown fond of Cassian, as well, but sitting between the two of them left her feeling more uncomfortable than she had in a long while. She wanted them to have a moment alone. But, she sat perfectly still.

“I want you to meet my sister,” Cassian said, after a minute of silence. “Cecily.”

Hale let out a long, loose breath. “I’d love to meet her.”

Cassian nodded, jaw locked. “I’ll bring her by tomorrow?”

“Maybe we can have lunch?” Hale suggested.

Cassian nodded, again, and that was it. The two men said no more. Nesta wasn’t sure what she expected to happen during this meeting, but she hadn’t expected it to be so short. Nonetheless, Nesta gave Hale a hug before walking out of the mansion with Cassian at her side.

The minute the door shut behind them, Cassian let out a high, manic laugh.

Nesta raised a brow. “You’re scaring me.”

Cassian shook his head, smile still spread wide on his lips. “That...was nothing like I expected it to be. I had a speech planned out in my head, that I arranged on the drive over here...and it went nothing like I had planned.”

“And how did it go in your mind?” Nesta asked as they strode further down the driveway.

“Far less…” Cassian paused, “awkward.”

Nesta barked a laugh, unable to control herself. She had to agree. It was awkward.

“Don’t laugh,” Cassian muttered, but he was smiling. “At least I went.”

Nesta’s smile softened. “Yes, at least you went.”

Cassian stopped and turned to Nesta. “I...want to thank you-”

“It’s not a big deal-”

“Yes, it is.”

Nesta’s eyes met his, and for once, her breath caught in her throat.

“Why do you want to help me?” Cassian asked, quietly. “You’ve been pestering me for months, but we hardly know one another.”

Nesta tilted her head to the side. “I have spent a long time wondering if anyone else feels the way I feel. When I met you...we feel the same. You understand me, and I understand you. We don’t have to know everything about one another...we understand each other. Our minds, yours and mine...they are the same.”

Cassian nodded, hazel eyes softening. “I have waited for someone to come along who understands the chaos that is my mind.”

“It seems we’re both a little crazy,” Nesta said.

Cassian chuckled. “It seems so.”

Nesta stopped in the driveway and faced him. “So, what now?”

Cassian met her gaze and smiled. Not a fake smile, not the cocky one he typically gave out, but a real, genuine smile. “Now we move forward.”

“And how do we do that?” Nesta asked.

Cassian’s grin widened. “Want to walk with me?”

Nesta pretended to weigh his question for a minute before answering, “Okay.”

Rhysand stood in the threshold of his old bedroom, heart heavy.

He hated it. He hated those four walls, the four walls that once seemed to close in on him so often. Yet, he was back, bags in hand, ready to sleep in the bed he had once slept in.

His dad hadn’t said a word when Rhys had told him that he was moving back in. He obviously couldn’t play basketball, which was the original agreement, thanks to the crash that left his body broken and bruised.

Reina was happy to have him back. She had greeted him with a big hug and a soft sob, helping with his bags back into his old bedroom, right across the hallway from hers.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Reina said from behind him.

Rhysand twirled around, eyeing his little sister as she meandered in her own doorway.

“I know it wasn’t an easy choice,” she continued, “but I like having you here.”

Rhysand nodded, and turned back to his room. He had only been gone for a few months, but it felt like a lifetime ago that he occupied that room. His childhood trophies sat on floating shelves beside his bed, posters covered his walls.

He had trouble entering. Not only because it was his father’s house, but because he was a different person the last time he had been in that room. “Rhys?” Reina asked, concerned from the doorway behind him.

Rhysand took a step inside his old bedroom. “I’m glad to be back too, Rein.”

Reina smiled. “You don’t have to be here, you know. Me and mom were getting along just fine. You deserve to live your own life.”

Rhysand turned, ever so slowly, and met his little sister’s gaze. “This is where I belong.”

“With dad?” she asked, arms crossed.

“No, with you,” Rhysand corrected. “And with mom.”

“And when you go to college next year?”

Rhysand frowned. He hadn’t thought that far. He would be going to college next year. At least, that was the plan. And then what? It would be him moving out all over again. Unless he went to a local community college. It wasn’t his dream, but Velaris Community College was nice. He could go there, if it meant staying with his family.

If it meant keeping Reina and his mother safe.

When Rhys said nothing in return, Reina sighed. “I love you, Rhys. But you were so miserable here-”

“I’ll be fine,” Rhysand said, forcing a smile. “It’s going to be great. I promise.”

Reina nodded, although she still seemed unsure. After giving him a gentle nudge in the arm, she left him alone to his thoughts.

Rhysand felt lost in the quiet. He had felt so certain coming back home, but now that he was there, the nerves were settling in.

He had yet to see his father. He and his mother were gone on a business trip. When Rhysand arrived and found Reina alone, he was half relieved. He hadn’t realized how intimidated he still was of his dad, after all these years.

But he was doing the right thing.

He knew he was.

Just, unfortunately, sometimes the right thing was the hard thing.

And this new situation of Rhys’ was difficult as hell.

Their date had gone better than Elain thought possible.

Azriel was the perfect gentleman. He treated her with the utmost respect from the time they got to the restaurant to the time that they left. He pulled out her chair, offered his jacket when she caught a chill from sitting on the patio, and grabbed for the check before she could even offer otherwise. He smiled at her constantly, ate with forced manners, and laughed at every lame joke that she attempted.

On the car ride home, their fingers danced against one another’s. Elain was in paradise. She had never had such a perfect first date.

Her heart felt lighter.

Her soul was just a little bit freer.

When he pulled into her driveway, she didn’t want it to end.

“When will I see you again?” Elain asked.

“Soon,” Azriel promised. “As soon as possible, I hope.”

Elain’s smile widened. “I would ask you to come in, but everyone’s home and…”

“I understand,” Azriel chuckled. “Can I call you?”

“Of course,” Elain smiled, fingers still brushing along his.

Azriel cleared his throat. “Good.”

“Good,” Elain repeated.

Before she could get anything else out, Azriel met her gaze. And before she could comprehend what she was doing, Elain leaned across the center of his truck and pressed her lips softly to his.

At first, he tensed beneath her touch, but his hands soon found comfort along her lower back.

Elain let all doubt fall out of her as she crawled across the bench and settled onto his lap.

She hadn’t realized that Azriel’s hands could be so comforting and lustful all at once. And yet, she did not push him away. Instead, she melted in his arms and fell apart.

#tacmc void #elriel #nessian #feysand #acotar #fanfic #fanfiction #sjm

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thebluemartini · 5 years ago

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Far From the Shallow - Chapter 10 [Nessian Fic]

TITLE: Far From the Shallow SYNOPSIS: Post-ACOFAS. As part of a deal with Feyre, Nesta has agreed to live with Cassian in the Illyrian Mountains. However, shortly after her arrival, she receives the startling news that she’s pregnant from one of her one-night stands. While she tries to quickly get a grip on her life, Cassian’s determined to make her see that she’s not facing this alone.

FIC LENGTH: Multi-chapter (Total Chapter Estimate: 14)

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9

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CHAPTER 10: March - Part III

“Go,” Cassian groaned. “Save yourself and the baby and go!”

Kneeled before him, she stared at him with his broken wings and leg and trails of blood smeared all over his body. Her own fingers were covered in his blood after trying to plead with him to get up. Her mouth was covered in her own blood from where the king of Hybern had hit her.

She couldn’t stop the tears from falling as she stared at Cassian and shook her head. “I can’t,” she sobbed.

“Think of the baby,” Cassian begged her, and Nesta brought her hand to her protruding stomach, where the baby was actively kicking. Crying, she slowly nodded in agreement before standing up. She had to get away before the king of Hybern returned.

They were on the top of a muddy hill. The ground was slippery, but Nesta was able to start her descent to get to a safe spot.

But as she was making her way down the hill, she realized she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t leave Cassian to die alone. She had to go back to him.

She turned to go back up the hill. But just when she was about to reach the top, she slipped and fell hard on her pregnant stomach, sliding down the hill.

“No, no, no, no,” Nesta cried once her body came to a stop.

The baby’s kicking had ceased. She knew...she just knew the baby had passed. She could sense it. It was too hard of a fall. Tears streamed down her face.

But there was no time to mourn because there was still a chance - a very small chance - that she could at least save Cassian. She couldn’t lose both the baby and him…

Dying with him would be better than living without them both anyway.

Desperately, she went back up the hill, more carefully this time. But when she reached the top, she spotted the king of Hybern. Their eyes locked, then he raised his hand and a shot of power blasted out, hitting her in the leg and causing her to drop to the ground.

The jolt of pain in her leg...it felt so real…

Laying on her front, she turned toward Cassian who was still alive but taking labored breaths. His eyes were on her as he mouthed, “I love you.”

She crawled toward him, and once she was beside him, she reached for him.

But just before she could touch him, another jolt of power shot out of the king of Hybern’s hand, striking Nesta’s hand, followed by a killing blow to Cassian.

Nesta gasped as she opened her eyes and sat up in her bed. She looked down at her hand, which currently felt like it was burning with pain as she grasped her comforter.

But the pain only lasted for a moment. She let go of the blanket and held up her hand at eye-level, flexing it. Were her powers acting up again? Or was it all just her imagination? She knew she just had a nightmare, a distorted version of her encounter with the king of Hybern.

The pain just felt so real. Even in the dream, when the king of Hybern struck her leg, it felt real. Pulling back the covers, she looked down at her leg.

It looked perfectly normal.

Perhaps being without Cassian during this stressful time was driving her mad. She knew that was why the nightmares were triggered again. With him in the Rite, the thought of potentially losing him again had made her think of the day she almost lost him to the king of Hybern.

But now those dreams had evolved into something slightly different. Nesta placed her hand against her stomach, hoping to feel a kick.

But she didn’t.

Leaning back against the headboard, a few tears slipped out as she closed her eyes .

“Come back to me, Cassian,” she whispered into the night. “I won’t be able to survive this loss without you.”

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Cassian’s body materialized in front of his cabin. Face down in the snowy ground, he gingerly lifted up his head to look at the door all while fighting to keep his eyes open.

As he blinked multiple times, he noticed a shadowy figure stepping outside of his home, rushing to approach him.

“Brother,” the figure called out.

Could it be...Azriel? Cassian’s mind was slow to process everything. He didn’t even feel like he was truly back at Windhaven.

Azriel. It was Azriel.

But if...Azriel...was here...then, where was…

“Where,” Cassian paused to take another breath. “...is she?” he demanded to know.

If Azriel was here and saw Nesta, then that would mean...he would know about...

“Let’s get you inside, brother,” Azriel stated as he bent down to help lift Cassian up. It was then that Cassian heard Azriel take a sharp intake of breath. He must’ve noticed his injuries.

Slowly, Cassian pushed himself up off the ground and leaned on the uninjured leg while the injured one continued to bleed. His hand was dripping blood onto the snow. Pain throbbed through his leg and his hand and then there was this ache in his chest…

No, it hadn’t been a chest injury, he realized. It was a combination of an ache and an emptiness that signified…he wasn’t near his mate.

“WHERE IS SHE?” Cassian barked as Azriel wrapped his non-bleeding arm around his shoulders to assist him in his walk to the cabin.

“She’s in Velaris,” Azriel stately calmly as he nudged Cassian forward.

“V-Velaris?” Cassian sputtered. “What is she doing there? Why isn’t she here?”

Cassian couldn’t think nor process what he was hearing. Why would she leave him to go back to the place she didn’t care about?

Azriel heaved a sigh as they stepped up the platform together and walked past the threshold to his home, and that was when Cassian knew something was wrong.

“Azriel, tell me,” Cassian insisted.

“Cassian, we need to tend to your wounds first.”

“TELL ME.”

“She was attacked,” Emerie said solemnly as she appeared in the entryway. “I failed to protect her.”

Cassian may have been on the edge of exhaustion but his mind nearly exploded with anger and questions that were severely in need of answers.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE WAS ATTACKED? BY WHO? IS SHE ALL RIGHT?”

“She’s okay,” Azriel replied calmly.

“I’ll give you all the details after we’ve taken care of you first,” Emerie said while following Azriel and Cassian to the couch.

But Cassian was in no mood to be sitting down right now. He roughly gripped onto Azriel’s shoulder, preventing him from leaving his side until he got answers.

Because if Nesta was attacked, then…

Cassian’s heart skipped a beat. “Is the...is her…” he stumbled over his words as he looked at Emerie. Emerie of course knew about the baby. Surely ,Azriel must’ve known about it too now.

Emerie turned her gaze toward Azriel, looking for him to answer.

“They don’t know if the baby is still alive,” Azriel whispered before firmly removing Cassian’s hand from his shoulder and gently pushing Cassian to sit on the couch. Emerie picked up the glass of water that rested on the table in the middle of the room and held it out to Cassian.

But Cassian’s body stilled and sat in stunned silence. It felt as if his heart had shattered into a million little pieces. They didn’t know if the baby still lived? But the baby had to live. It had to.

If he hadn’t been so dehydrated, he surely would have felt tears form in his eyes. And if he was this shaken by the news, then Nesta…

Nesta.

There would always be time for revenge on whoever did this to her. But Nesta...he needed to get to her before she lost herself again. Before she drowned again and refused to let anyone help her again.

“I need to go to her. Right now,” Cassian announced as he looked back up at Azriel, disregarding the glass Emerie was holding.

“Rhys will be here soon to winnow you. But first, we need to take care of you, or else you won’t even be alive to see her.” There was a slight edge to Azriel’s voice now. He clearly was getting frustrated with him.

Emerie, who now had bandages in her hands, was approaching him to start wrapping his injuries.

But Cassian didn’t care about that right now. He needed to get to Nesta.

“But she needs me now!”

“And you need to rest!” Azriel exclaimed.

“You don’t understand! She -” Cassian had begun, but Azriel now held the glass of water and suddenly shoved it into his face, holding the back of Cassian’s head as he did so in order to force him to drink it.

Cassian nearly gagged as he was left with no choice but to chug the water...which had a slightly odd taste to it…

Within seconds, his eyes shut closed and he lost consciousness.

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“You’ll need to eat something and drink some water before I give you another dose,” he heard a familiar female voice say.

Slowly, Cassian opened up his eyes, squinting his eyes at the sunlight that shone through the bedroom.

A bedroom that wasn’t his, he realized. As he scanned the room, it appeared to be one of the bedrooms at Rhys and Feyre’s home.

Velaris. He was in Velaris then. That realization pushed him to sit up in bed immediately. Madja stood at the side of his bed, holding a tray with soup and water.

How long had he been asleep? His eyes still demanded to be shut, so he must’ve not gotten a whole lot of sleep.

“Where is Nesta?” he asked with a rough edge to his voice.

“I don’t know,” she answered firmly. “But I do know that you need to eat this soup, drink this water, take another dose of medicine for your pain and dehydration and go back to sleep.”

Cassian yanked the blanket off of his body and swung his legs to the side of the bed, preparing to stand up. As he did so, he noticed that his hand and his leg had both been wrapped in bandages. “I need to see Nesta,” he muttered.

“You’ve only had a few hours of sleep! You need to stay here to eat and rest,” Madja ordered.

Ignoring her and the aches he still felt in his body, Cassian stood and clumsily crossed the room. He didn’t move as swiftly as he would’ve liked, but he wasn’t capable. Groaning to himself as he left the room, he reached the bannister of the staircase and held onto it as he descended the staircase. “Nesta!” he cried out. “Nesta!”

But he heard nothing in response.

When he’d reached the bottom of the staircase, he didn’t know where to turn. His current headache from his exhaustion certainly didn’t help.

Then, Feyre appeared, walking in from the nearby kitchen. “Cassian?” she asked in surprise.

“Where is Nesta?” he demanded to know, desperate to find her.

There may have been much to talk about with Feyre. But right now, that didn’t matter. If Nesta was suffering, then he just prayed he wasn’t too late. He would not let her enter her downward spiral again. Never again.

“You need to -” Feyre began.

“I need to find Nesta!” he barked, feeling sick and tired of everyone trying to deter him from what he needed to do.

“She’s in the garden,” Feyre whispered. “But she keeps insisting she doesn’t want to be bothered by anyone. Saying she needs time to herself,” Feyre stated worriedly.

He prayed again that he wasn’t too late.

“I’ll talk to her,” Cassian said as he pushed past Feyre, heading straight for the door that led to the backyard.

Evidently, there had been many changes to Rhys and Feyre’s garden since he last went into their backyard. It now looked like a jungle out there, with various trees, shrubs, and foliage covering the expansive yard. No doubt it was courtesy of Elain.

But Cassian couldn’t help but let out a sigh of frustration over the fact that this was yet another obstacle to finding Nesta quickly. Seeing a pathway through the garden, he decided to follow it and continued to disregard the discomfort he felt with his injuries.

Unsteadily, he made his way along the path, stepping on the flat, circular stones until they led to an open green area that had been lined with flowers that were just beginning to bloom.

Then he saw her.

Her back was toward him and the sunlight illuminated her golden brown hair as she sat on a blanket on the grass.

“Nesta,” he breathed. Her back seemed to stiffen at the mention of her name, but she didn’t turn around.

Rushing as quickly as he could, Cassian ended up behind her and collapsed to the ground on his knees. “Nesta,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her so his hands were wound tightly against her chest above her stomach.

At first, she did not react. She only sat there and didn’t move any part of her body at all.

No, I can’t be too late. I can’t be.

But then, in a movement that left him breathless, she relaxed in his arms and turned her head to the side to look up at him. “Cassian?” she said quietly in disbelief.

Her eyes were red from crying, and the dark circles beneath her eyes revealed how little sleep she had been getting lately.

“I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here,” he said as he bent his head to place a kiss on her temple.

“Cassian,” she repeated, this time out of relief. She twisted her body so she could wrap her arms around him and bury her face into his chest.

He couldn’t help but let out a grunt of pain as she did so, considering how sore he felt. Based upon hearing her gasp, she must have noticed and so she had begun to pull away.

But Cassian was quick to hug her to him. “Don’t you dare let go,” he requested softly as he placed a kiss to the top of her head.

“But you’re hurt,” she protested.

“And I need you to heal me,” he explained with a small smile, but Nesta still seemed hesitant to grab hold of him again. “If we lie down, it won’t hurt as much,” he suggested.

Nesta immediately shifted herself so Cassian could readjust his position to lay down across the length of the blanket. Nesta followed suit, laying her head on top of his chest and draping her hand across his abdomen. “Is this okay?” she asked.

“Perfect,” he remarked as he began running his fingers through her hair, toying with her braid in the hopes of untangling it. Lying beside her had brought him such ease and reminded him of all the times he laid beside her before.

Before she was attacked.

“Tell me what happened,” he asked rather gruffly, unable to keep the anger out of his voice.

He felt her tears leak out of her eyes and onto his chest before she replied. “The first night after you left, I was sleeping in your bed.”

Cassian’s eyes lit up in surprise at her statement, but he couldn’t playfully tease her for saying such a thing as he normally would have. Not now. Not when they were just about to discuss her attack.

“And I heard a noise. I thought it was Emerie, so I left the room. But it was an Illyrian I didn’t recognize. He called me a whore and said something like ‘Cassian’s child will never…’ and then that...power came out of my hands again which slowed his breathing, but he sent us both falling down the staircase.”

Cassian’s hand paused in stroking her hair. “They wanted to kill your child only because they thought it was mine,” he realized solemnly. “I should have never said…”

“No matter what you said, they would have assumed you were the father since I lived with you,” Nesta interrupted him. “And of course, I happened to be sleeping in your bed that night,” she added bitterly. “If only I hadn’t gone up there…” she trailed off.

“What happened next?” he asked sadly.

“I was knocked out from the fall. When I woke up, Emerie helped write a note to Rhys. He came immediately and brought me here,” she explained. “Cassian, Madja doesn’t...she doesn’t know if the baby is still alive. She said if I don’t feel her kick in the next few days, then we can assume…”

Cassian felt another burst of tears drip onto his chest. She didn’t finish her sentence, but she didn’t need to. He understood what she was trying to say.

If he weren’t still dehydrated, he knew he would have cried with her. “And what about you? Are you hurt physically?”

“My back was badly injured, but the medicine has taken care of that. Then, there’s just been some slight aches and pains in the past few days.”

The back injury...that was what he must have felt through the bond when he fell down the monolith…

“Whichever camp did this to you...will pay for this,” he stated angrily. “But it is also my fault,” he added woefully as he started rubbing her shoulder and upper arm.. “I’m sorry I failed to protect you again. I wasn’t there for you.”

“I’m the one who told you to do the Rite.”

“And I listened.”

“This isn’t your fault,” she insisted.

“I should have never let Feyre force you to come to the mountains with me,” he muttered.

“And then you would have never loved me,” she noted bitterly.

Cassian was almost angry that she made such an assumption and that was the conclusion she drew from him making such a remark. “Sweetheart, look at me,” he requested.

Nesta lifted her head up off of his chest to look back at him. Her cheeks were stained with tears.

Placing his palm against her cheek, he stared into her eyes. “It is because I love you that I wish you would have never felt this pain. I do not regret loving you at all. If you hadn’t come to the Illyrian Mountains, I would have fallen in love with you some other way. I know it.”

He started rubbing his thumb on her cheek, wiping away the stray tears that fell. “I’m so thankful you’re still alive,” he added in a whisper.

When he first found her in the garden, he hadn’t noticed how at peace he felt through the bond. He also hadn’t observed until now the slight edge he felt in regards to scenting the child within her. If he could still pick up the father’s scent from the baby, then surely that meant the baby still lived?

But how was he supposed to tell her that without revealing the mating bond? He so badly wanted to eliminate her worries. But he didn’t want to get her hopes up if he ended up being wrong about this either...

Nesta laid her chin down on Cassian’s chest and still looked at him. “I’m so glad you’re here and alive,” she revealed softly. She reached her hand out to run her fingers across his face, probably noticing all the scrapes and bruises on him. “What happened during the Rite?”

“It’s not important,” he remarked tiredly, brushing it off. Compared to what happened to Nesta and what may have happened to the baby, he didn’t feel the need to go into it.

“Tell me,” she ordered.

“It was a lot of climbing, a lot of fighting, and a lot of almost dying from lack of food and drink,” he explained before a yawn escaped his mouth.

Nesta frowned. “You should be sleeping.”

“I need to be with you,” he insisted, right before his body growled with hunger.

“And you should be eating,” Nesta added.

But Cassian didn’t care, so he placed both of his hands within her hair. He finished untangling her braid and ran his fingers through the strands.

Nesta sighed. “You need to eat and rest so I don’t lose you too,” she said seriously, and fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

“You won’t lose me.”

“Cassian, please go eat and sleep.”

“Only if you come with me.”

“Fine,” she said, as she moved herself to get up off the ground.

“Wait,” Cassian halted her, moving to get up himself. Once he stood, he bent over to hold out his hands, ignoring the way his body protested such movement. Nesta grabbed them as she slowly got up off the ground.

As he steadied her, Nesta gave him a peculiar look as she looked at his bandage wrappings on his hand, then saw her eyes drift down to his leg.

One she was upright, Cassian let go of her hands to pick up her blanket and started folding it.

“How did they hurt your leg and your hand?” she asked.

“One Illyrian staked my leg with a wooden stick when I had reached the top of the monolith,” he explained. “Then, when I was about to touch the stone to complete the Rite, another Illyrian staked my hand.”

“When did this happen?”

Cassian struggled to think through his exhaustion as he finished folding the blanket into a small rectangle. “The last night of the Rite...so last night?” he guessed as he looked back over at Nesta, who was staring at the palm of her hand.

“Last night, I woke up during the night because I was in pain,” she began seriously. “I had felt the pain in my leg first, and then my hand.” She looked back up at him with a very solemn look upon her face. “Cassian, are we... mates?”

Cassian froze and felt the color drain from his face. “We’re…” he began but didn’t finish.

“Are we or aren’t we?” she demanded impatiently.

“Yes,” he answered quietly. “We are.”

Her mouth dropped open in shock. At first it looked like no words could come out of her. She kept staring at him, and he could see the rage ignite in her eyes.

“How long have you known?” she asked coldly when she was able to find the words.

“Since the baby first kicked,” he answered with a deep breath.

Now she looked livid. “That was nearly two months ago! Were you ever planning to tell me?”

“I just...I wanted to wait and...and,” he sputtered. “And see if you loved me first so you wouldn’t feel forced into this!”

Nesta shook her head back and forth. “None of this was real,” she said in disbelief. “This whole time, I was thinking I - ”

“This is real!” Cassian piped in, dropping the blanket and placing his arms on her shoulders. “The bond doesn’t mean anything!”

“Yes, it does!” she shouted back. “This means I’ve had no control or choice in this.”

“Being mates has no control over how we feel about each other!” he said as moved his hands to her cheeks. “Nesta, I love you,” he declared desperately, imploring her to believe him.

Nesta shook her head back and forth as the tears streamed down her face. “Don’t touch me!” she exclaimed and Cassian reluctantly removed his hands out of respect to her wishes. “Now, get out of my sight!” she yelled as she crossed her arms. “I never want to see you again!”

“Nesta, please,” he begged.

“Get. Out,” she stated in a deadly calm voice.

At a loss for words, he began to turn around to follow the path out of the garden. Right before he vanished from her view, he turned back. “I honestly love you, Nesta. And whatever your feelings are, they are real,” he stated before turning back around and continuing his way out of the garden.

“Right now, I feel like murdering you!” she shouted at his back.

Cassian cringed at her words, hating himself for how everything spiraled out of control.

He wasn’t sure what to do. But for now, he would demand Madja knock him unconscious so he could at least escape this heartbreak for a little while.

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When she had first heard Cassian calling her name in the garden, she had thought her mind was playing tricks on her.

Even though she had been told that Cassian had arrived at Rhys and Feyre’s home early that morning, he’d been unconscious and was being treated for his injuries and dehydration. She couldn’t celebrate his return just yet.

But then when he had come up behind her and wrapped his arms around as he said her name, it had finally felt real that he was there, and her heart had never felt such a joy before.

But it was all a lie.

Everything she had felt within her heart toward Cassian...everything he claimed to feel for her...they were all lies. It was only a product of some silly, animalistic instinct that brought them together.

She had no choice in the matter.

Just like everything else in this new life of hers. Whatever made her think that she could even have a choice in something? She was such a fool.

“If you hadn’t come to the Illyrian Mountains, I would have fallen in love with you some other way. I know it.”

Well, of course he knew it because he knew that they were mates.

And he chose to keep this information from her. After all they had shared with each other during their time in the mountains, he chose to keep this a secret from her.

When she fully noticed Cassian’s injuries, memories of her nightmare and the pain she felt last night came back to her and it all clicked. She had been familiar with how Feyre and Rhys felt each other’s pain.

At least the bond explained how in the world Cassian could “love” someone like her. He had to be pulled to her and forced by instinct in order to do so. Otherwise, she was an unloveable monster. It all made much more sense now.

And for her...well now it made sense how she could love a foolish, pompous bastard like him.

And yet, why did it feel like she was being stabbed in the heart over and over again from this revelation of them being mates?

She wanted so badly to hate him, but found she couldn’t do so. Not when she thought of how he would prepare her meals, eat with her, shop for maternity clothes with her, seek her opinions, always think of her needs before she did, give her that infamous look that brought butterflies to her stomach…

But that was the mating bond’s doing, wasn’t it? You couldn’t hate your mate because the damn fae magic had put you together.

She wished she could scream, but she felt like she was being submerged in that tub of water again, being robbed of her life.

When she lived with Cassian and let go of her life of sleeping with random males and drowning herself in alcohol, she instead had been gradually growing accustomed to the idea of raising a child with Cassian’s help. In fact, she had been looking forward to such a life.

But now, it appeared that both the baby and Cassian were being taken from her, leaving her alone once more.

She remained in the garden and cried, mourning the loss of that potential new life she almost had.

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Hours later, as the sun was setting, she heard someone approach her in the garden from behind.

She clenched her fists, ready to fire at whoever dared to speak to her. If it was Cassian again, she was sure she would explode with fury.

“Nesta? You’re still out here?” Feyre asked curiously.

At least it wasn’t Cassian, but the realization that it was her youngest sister made her sigh. Here would come more questions, more prodding.

“Obviously,” Nesta answered without turning to look back at her.

“Did you see Cassian? He had been looking for you earlier.”

“Unfortunately,” she replied glumly.

“Did something...happen?” Feyre seemed to hesitantly say.

Nesta wasn’t exactly sure what Feyre was implying with that question, but if she wasn’t going to specify, then a vague answer is what she would get.

“Just losing control of my life as usual,” she said emotionlessly. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

At that, Nesta finally turned her head to look at Feyre standing over her. “You of all people should know,” she began calmly. “You’re the one who became part of the fae realm, which led me to being a part of your war and being forced to become a fae with powers connected to the Cauldron. Then after the war, you sent me away to the Illyrian Mountains.”

“But you needed help,” Feyre tried to quietly explain as she bent down and sat beside Nesta. “I was trying to help you.”

Nesta shook her head and looked down at the blanket she was sitting on, absentmindedly playing with the fringe at the edge of it with her fingers. “I’m a problem you don’t want to deal with. You sent me away from you, giving me to Cassian handle.”

“Only because I felt I had already tried so hard to help. I had invited you to our home, to celebrations - ”

“Yes, to places where everyone was going about with their perfect, happy little lives while I was dying inside,” Nesta explained quietly, managing to hold back from raising her voice. “It made me feel worse. I felt so alone.”

Nesta looked back up at Feyre to find tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t realize…”

“Feyre? Nesta? Are you ready for dinner?” Elain called out as she approached where the two of them were sitting. “Oh Nesta, you’re sitting right in front of the flowers I planted for you!”

Elain ran up to them and plopped down beside Nesta. She pointed to the stems which had not yet bloomed. “They haven’t bloomed yet, but they’ll be a fiery red...bold like you,” Elain added with a smile.

Nesta didn’t smile back. The day’s events and conversations had left her exhausted and upset.

Upon no reaction from Nesta, Elain pressed on. “Dinner is ready. Rhys and Azriel are waiting.”

Just as she had done the past few days, Nesta planned to eat alone in the bedroom she slept in. There was no way she was going to be able to sit at a dinner with all of them. They weren’t suffering like she was, with the potential loss of a baby and the loss of her free will...She wouldn’t be able to handle hearing about their happy lives.

“Perhaps…” Feyre reached out and grabbed Nesta’s hand. “Perhaps just the three of us could eat together?”

Feyre looked at Nesta expectantly. After the words they had just exchanged between each other, maybe Feyre realized how uncomfortable a group dinner for her would be.

Nesta wasn’t sure if she was ready for just a dinner with her sisters. While she had begun talking to Feyre about how she had felt, she didn’t know if she could talk much more. But she wouldn’t be able to handle light chatter either. Not with Cassian’s betrayal looming over her along with the anxiety of hoping her baby would kick soon.

“Maybe another time,” Nesta answered.

Feyre slowly nodded in understanding and released her hand.

But as soon as she let go, Nesta felt something strange.

There was a brief tap within her stomach. Was she imagining things?

But then, she felt a kick.

A kick!

Nesta gasped and brought her hands to her stomach. The baby was kicking, and Nesta couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face and the tears of joy that filled her eyes.

“The baby’s kicking!” she exclaimed as she brought Feyre’s and Elain’s hands to her stomach to feel it too.

Once they felt it, the two of them were beaming and giggling with Nesta over the sensation. “Oh Nesta, I’m so happy for you,” Feyre said, leaning against Nesta to wrap her free hand around her shoulder. Elain followed suit.

Tears continued to fall down Nesta’s face, unable to contain her joy.

“We’re going to be aunts, Feyre! Can you believe it?” Elain gushed. “And Nesta...you’re going to be a mother!”

She was still going to be a mother...and she was overjoyed by that revelation.

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After days that largely consisted of sleeping with only brief moments of waking up to eat and take medicine to heal his body, Cassian woke up with the intention of actually spending the day being awake to get back to normal.

As well as make amends with Nesta.

His body felt so much better. When he swung his legs over the side of the bed, he no longer felt it protest. Now, he felt energized and ready to move about. Lifting up his hand, he unwrapped the bandages to discover there were no scars or scratches on it. Looking down at his thigh, he found no bandages wrapped around it. It looked as if it had never been injured.

Now, he only needed his relationship with Nesta to be healed. Perhaps she had simmered down a bit. Maybe now she would be in the mood to talk.

During his days of sleep, he often dreamed of her. Of simple moments of just being with her. Of her teasing him playfully. Of walking along the streets of Velaris together. Of them strolling along the bridge and looking up at the night sky. Of him teaching her how to fight and defend herself. Of him raising her child with her.

All the things he longed to do with her.

And he desperately hoped that her child was fine. In the brief moments he was awake the past few days, he stayed in his room and didn’t talk to anyone. Madja had always left him his food and medicine on the bedside table.

He left his room and just like a few days ago, he rushed down the stairs with the intent of finding Nesta.

He happened upon Elain first, who had been drinking some tea in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Cassian,” she said. “Are you feeling better?”

“I am,” he replied. “Do you know where Nesta is?”

“I think she’s in her room,” Elain answered. “It’s upstairs in the room next to mine.”

That meant it was in a different wing of the house from where he had been sleeping.

“I’ll go see if she’s awake,” Cassian explained before darting off in the direction of her room. If she stuck to her routine that she had while in the mountains, then she would most likely be awake already.

After eagerly climbing up the stairs, he went to the closed door that was beside the entry to Elain’s room. Taking a deep breath, he knocked upon the door. He debated calling out her name, but if he did...there was a chance she wouldn’t open it if she knew it was him.

Slowly, the door opened. Nesta appeared startled to see him and moved to close the door. But Cassian stuck his hand out to stop the door from shutting.

“Nesta, can we please talk?”

“Shouldn’t you be showering? Your stench is awful.”

Cassian sighed. “Nesta - ”

“I told you that I never want to see you again,” she interjected. “Now please leave before I get upset. I can’t risk hurting the baby.”

Cassian’s heart stopped. “Is the baby…?”

“The baby has been kicking the past few days,” she explained.

A wave of relief and delight came over him. “Oh, thank the gods!” Cassian exclaimed as he felt tears sting his eyes. Out of instinct, he moved as if he were going to embrace Nesta, but she quickly stepped back so she was out of his reach.

Reluctantly, Cassian brought his hands back to his sides. “I’m so glad,” he whispered.

Nesta just gave a nod in response, then proceeded to start closing the door again.

“Nesta,” he whispered. “Please know that I love you.”

“So you’ve said.”

“Please...just talk to your sisters about the bond,” he said. “Then maybe you’ll better understand.”

Nesta said nothing as she shut the door.

Cassian took a deep breath, then leaned his forehead against the door and pressed his palm against it. “Nesta...I just don’t want us to waste anymore time, like you said before.”

“Well, spending time with you may have been a waste of my time,” she noted snobbily.

Cassian heaved a heavy sigh before walking away.

How foolish of him to think Nesta may have calmed down after only a few days.

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Nesta leaned her head against the door as a few tears escaped her eyes

It still hurt too much to know that he had lied to her and the feelings between them might not even be real. She had to cut him down by claiming he’d been wasting her time...which could have very well been true.

And yet, her heart still leapt when she opened the door to find Cassian awake and healed... and the fact that she had such a feeling infuriated her. The stupid bond.

And when he cried after hearing that the baby was alive, she had wanted to feel him wrap his arms around her and have him feel the baby’s kicking for himself. But she forced herself to step out of his reach.

Because of course the baby had been kicking when he was with her. Before the attack, the baby always seemed to have a habit of kicking when Cassian was around. She hoped the baby wouldn’t be disappointed about not hearing his voice anymore.

When her feet started aching, she finally pulled her head away from the door and waddled over to her bed. As she plopped down, she couldn’t help but wonder where she could live to raise her child now that Cassian’s cabin was no longer an option.

And Cassian’s help in raising the child was no longer an option. The thought pierced her heart. She would have to handle this alone.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” she asked, lacking the energy to get up.

Earlier, when she had first heard knocking, she assumed it would be Elain and Feyre at the door, considering they had stopped by to bring her breakfast and eat with her the past few mornings. Finding Cassian there this morning had been unexpected and now she knew she always needed to ask before opening the door.

“Your sisters!” she heard Elain exclaim.

“Come in,” she answered, and her sisters promptly opened the door and came over to her bed, carrying a breakfast tray table that they placed in the middle of the mattress. Nesta sat up in the bed.

Upon the tray were multiple stacks of pancakes topped with syrup and butter. The sight of them made Nesta frown since they reminded her of the times Cassian would make her pancakes whenever she craved them.

“What’s wrong?” Elain asked.

Nesta shook her head. “Nothing,” she replied before grabbing a plate of pancakes and a fork from the tray. Her sisters followed suit.

“Was it Cassian? He was looking for you this morning,” Elain asked.

“I don’t want to talk about Cassian,” Nesta sternly said as she stabbed at a piece of pancake rather forcefully.

“So it is about Cassian then?” Feyre wondered.

“I do not waste my worries or thoughts on a foolish bastard like him,” Nesta insisted, not wanting her sisters to know about what her relationship with Cassian had been like when they were in the mountains. “I just...don’t know where I’m going to live with the baby.”

“But Nesta, you are welcome to live here,” Feyre stated earnestly, putting down her fork and moving to grab Nesta’s hand, but Nesta moved it out of reach.

“Really? Because the lack of photographs of me in your estate says otherwise,” Nesta noted as she scowled.

It looked as if the words burned Feyre based on the facial expression she made. “Nesta,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize...we just hadn’t taken pictures recently. I didn’t mean to make you feel excluded.”

Nesta snorted in disbelief.

“I’m serious,” Feyre added. “You are of course welcome to stay here and live here.”

“And let you control the way I raise my child? I don’t think so.”

Feyre frowned. “Is that why you didn’t tell us about the baby? You thought we’d take control?”

“As I’ve already pointed out to you, all you’ve done is lead me into a life where I’ve been left with no control.”

“Well, maybe if you’d actually helped to provide for our family, I wouldn’t have had to hunt for food and I would have never killed that wolf that led me meeting Tamlin and knowing about this fae realm,” Feyre fired back.

Nesta stared at her for a moment. “Well, I’m sorry we can’t recover from our sufferings as quickly as you,” she stated snobbishly.

The anger vanished from Feyre’s face, and she looked down at her plate. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Please know that I haven’t been holding that against you.”

After a pause, Nesta spoke again. “Know that I regret not helping to feed you both,” she said softly as she looked down at her plate.

Elain put down her plate and fork and reached out to grab Nesta’s hand and Feyre’s hand. “It’s all in the past,” she stated.

“Nesta,” Feyre began calmly. “Live with us here at the estate. We can help you raise the baby. Me and Rhys have been trying to have a child, so we’re ready to have a baby in our home. Yours could help us prepare for a baby of our own.”

Nesta wanted to to turn down the idea. Who’s to say that Feyre wouldn’t start controlling the way Nesta handled raising her baby? But...but she’d have help in raising the baby. And it would be a safe place to live. She had to put her baby’s needs ahead of her own.

“Do you promise not to control me and the way I raise my baby?” Nesta asked seriously.

Feyre nodded. “I promise,” she said as she put down her fork and offered her free hand to Nesta.

Slowly, Nesta put down her fork and grabbed Feyre’s hand. “Okay,” she said.

Elain smiled brightly at her sisters and squeezed her sisters’ hands. “I can’t wait to help decorate the baby’s room!”

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“It’s good to see you, brother,” Rhys greeted as he embraced Cassian when he walked into the living room.

“Likewise,” Cassian stated, trying to keep a smile on his face as he did. But he couldn’t stop replaying that morning’s conversation with Nesta in his head, making it difficult to be happy about anything else.

Rhys opened his mouth to speak as the two of them pulled away, but Cassian was quick to cut in. “Who attacked Nesta?”

He had to know. He didn’t care that his question came off as abrupt. He had to find out which camp was responsible for nearly killing Nesta and her child. He needed his revenge.

Rhys eyed him curiously before turning around to go to the drink cart and began searching for a specific bottle.

Cassian was getting more impatient as the seconds ticked by. “Tell me, please.”

“It was Warrick from camp Erwood,” Rhys calmly revealed as he poured two drinks. Cassian felt his blood begin to boil in rage. “I visited Vitus the other day. We got into a bit of a fight, but he insists that Warrick acted alone, that he did not plan this.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m not convinced either,” Rhys explained as he went over to Cassian and held out a glass of whisky for him to take.

Cassian was pretty sure he hadn’t had an alcoholic drink since Solstice, and he hadn’t been in want of one. Not when Nesta couldn’t drink. It didn’t seem right to do so.

Cassian shook his head, causing Rhys’ eyebrow to rise in confusion, but he said nothing. Rhys took a seat on the couch across from Cassian and looked up at him. Cassian, still standing and infuriated, couldn’t be bothered to sit down. He was ready to go right now to talk to Vitus and give him hell for what had happened. He started pacing about the room hurriedly in anxious frustration.

All the while, Rhys watched him in confusion as he sipped from his drink.

“Then we should go to Erwood right now and punish him,” Cassian demanded.

Maybe even kill him, Cassian thought.

Rhys put his drink down on the table. “There’s something I need to know first,” Rhys said with an edge to his voice.

Cassian couldn’t handle this. They were taking too long. Didn’t Rhys understand that he needed to go right now? Someone had hurt the woman and child he loved and…

But, then again...of course Rhys didn’t know that he needed to go right now. No one else knew what had developed between him and Nesta over the past five months.

“Why didn’t you tell me and Feyre about Nesta’s pregnancy?” Rhys finally asked in a hurt voice.

Cassian paused his pacing and looked over at Rhys. “It wasn’t my place to tell,” Cassian whispered.

“Wasn’t your place to tell?” Rhys’ voice rose in anger. “Considering she’s my mate’s sister, I think we had every right to know!”

“Well, my mate wasn’t ready to tell her!” Cassian shouted back, and Rhys’ mouth dropped open in shock.

“Nesta is your…?” he asked more calmly, his voice trailing off.

Cassian nodded. “She’s my mate,” he stated confidently.

“I’m...sorry,” Rhys said awkwardly.

“I’m not,” Cassian was quick to say. “You just don’t understand her or what she’s been through. But we’ve come to understand each other...at least somewhat,” Cassian added upon thinking about how he didn’t comprehend how she could deny her feelings for him at the moment over the bond. “And I...love her.”

Rhys seemed to be at a loss for what he should say. It looked like he was unable to wrap his head around this information. “Does she...love you?”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.

“Has she...has she accepted the bond?” Rhys asked.

“No. She only just found out about it a few days ago,” Cassian said. “I had known for about two months,” he admitted quietly.

“Ah, so now she’s mad of course,” Rhys commented knowingly. “She is an Archeron after all.”

Cassian nodded. “Well, I hope she’ll forgive me like Feyre forgave you.”

Rhys nodded and took another sip of his drink.

“You’re fighting the urge to say you don’t think she will, aren’t you?” Cassian questioned him, with a slight grin on his face.

Rhys swallowed. “You’re right. But...apparently, I don’t really know her. It sounds like...you do though.”

“It’s still hard to say...but I will do all I can to get her forgiveness and prove to her that I love her,” Cassian stated. “Starting with dealing with camp Erwood.”

“Well…” Rhys said as he stood up off the couch. “I guess we better get going to Illyria then.”

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A/N: Eeeeeeeeeeeep. Hope you all don't hate me for this chapter either! (but hey, the baby lives, so that's a win!)

Thank you for all the support as always!

---> CHAPTER 11

#nesta cassian #nesta #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #a court of mist and fury #acomaf #a court of wings and ruin #acowar #a court of frost and starlight #acofas #fanfiction #far from the shallow #wings and embers

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itsagirlwithglasses · 2 years ago

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✨ B O O K R E V I E W ✨

[ To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered ]

> swipe for synopsis

📖 A Court Of Mist and Fury (ACOTAR #2)

✍️ Sarah J. Maas

5/5 ⭐️

5/5 🌶

💭📝 REVIEW:

I’m still processing this book and in the best way possible. Wow wow wow.

Warning ⚠️ SPOILERS

I was hooked — beginning to end! This story just keeps getting better and better honestly! I thought I was going to be disappointed for the amount of hype it got but I was wrong! It was a delicious, finger-licking story! Sexy, dangerous and drama! Unlike the first book this one was more fast paced! A lot happened in a little over 600 pages, and it just kept getting better and better!

Character development was absolutely gobsmacking! Feyre learning her powers as fae and being absolutely badass. **water wolves**

Rhysand just proving that the darkness (himself included) is not bad, and actually being the most amazing person in this book! Chapter 54 showed this and I think I shed a tear or two after he told his story.

Tamlin — I don’t want to talk about him.

Lucien, I really hope he finds the heart to do the right thing in the next book because I absolutely love his character and it would break my heart to see him get lost!

Cassian and Azriel… the funniest brothers in history, they made me so happy and I’m so glad they exist as the rest of the court of dreams, which to be honest I want to be part of that family too!

The Archeron sisters, which I’m so glad that they played a bigger part on this book and the plot with them had me completely gooped!

There’s so much to unpack in this book and I don’t know how to say what I’m feeling right now. I’m still processing honestly. It was THAT good!

The final plot in book 2 has me going through the motions. I was shocked, then I was sad, then I was shocked again and then happy… I have to say that I’m definitely obsessed with these series and I do not regret a bit reading them! So far, this is my favorite book!

#booktok #bookstagram #ACOTAR #ACOMAF #rhysand #Rhys #Feyre #feyre darling #high lady feyre #feyre archeron #Sarah j Maas #books #review #book review #cassian #azriel #mor #amren

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merozov · 3 years ago

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⋆ percy jackson.

⋆ ⟢ interactions. › reyna de arellano. praetor of camp jupiter. ⋆ ⟢ documented. › reyna de arellano. daughter of bellona. ⋆ ⟢ reyna de arellano. › bellona has answered my prayer. ⋆ ⟢ ft. jason grace. › you say jason is aboard. i hope it's true. i've missed him. ⋆ ⟢ ft. nico di angelo. › we had one home. now we have two.

⋆ ⟢ v. main. › personally‚ i'm trying to avoid lots of death. ⋆ ⟢ v. hoo. › forget the chicken nugget smoke screen. ⋆ ⟢ v. pre. › harry cleese. heracles? whatever. anyways! ⋆ ⟢ priv. death court. › take her from me & i will end us all. ⋆ ⟢ au. acotar. › how he arrived in their lives like a fallen star.

⋆ ⟢ interactions. › percy jackson. seaweed brain. ⋆ ⟢ documented. › percy jackson. son of poseidon. ⋆ ⟢ percy jackson. › to save a friend you'd sacrifice the world. ⋆ ⟢ ft. annabeth chase. › the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

⋆ ⟢ interactions. › kazheir asghar. prince of nothing. ⋆ ⟢ documented. › kazheir asghar. son of nox. ⋆ ⟢ kazheir asghar. › with a knife in my teeth‚ i'll be the star. ⋆ ⟢ ft. logan slater. › even if it’s just in your wildest dreams. ⋆ ⟢ ft. freya. › pull & put pomegranate seeds in my mouth.

⋆ ⟢ theresa katsaros. › she’s down where the seafolk live. ⋆ ⟢ interactions. › theresa katsaros. accidental mermaid.

#⋆ ⟢ interactions. › reyna de arellano. praetor of camp jupiter.#⋆ ⟢ tessa katsaros. › i’m laughing nervously. what the fuck?

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dorianthekinkymf · 8 years ago

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A-Z TAG - by Krish

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs.

Thank you to the amazing @court-of-wildfire and @catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks for tagging us <3 <3 Since there’s two of us running the blog, we both decided to do this separately hehe xx

A - Age: 20

B - Birthplace: Melbourne, Australia

C - Current Time: 10:33 pm

D - Drink You Had Last: water or coffee because i need them both to exist haha

E - Easiest Person To Talk to: my bestie, who i run this blog with, Bridge <3

F - Favourite Song: right now I am obsessed with Despacito (Remix) [feat. Justin Bieber]

G - Grossest Memory: okay so one day i decided to be healthy and instead of eating chips or something, i was like, you know what lets eat some grapes. And i opened the bag of grapes and was picking some off to wash and then there was something black in the bag and then it started moving and it was a FREAKIN BEETLE. I am yet to recover from the horror.

H - Horror Yes Or No: HELL NO. A friend once forced me to watch The Ring and it still haunts me

I - In Love? With Rhys, YES.

J - Jealous Of People? Not really.

K - Killed Someone? No. LOL. Like i would be sarcastic but what if the Police use this as evidence against me one day hahahahah

L - Love at First Sight or Should I Walk Past Again? Attraction at First Sight, yes. But love, no.

M - Middle Name: I actually don’t have one and have always wanted one

N - Number of Siblings: 2

O - One Wish: to be able to travel the world and just see everything

P - Person I Called Last: My mum

Q - Question You’re Always Asked: ‘How are you’. I mean i probably ask the question like 100 times in a day when i’m at work

R - Reason to Smile: SJM is writing 5 more ACOTAR books!!

S - Song You Last Sang: can’t remember haha but it was probably Ed Sheeran, and probably Galway Girl?

T - Time You Woke Up: 8:30 heheh and had a really nice and relaxing sleep for once

U - Underwear Colour: I mean if you told me i had to answer this might have gone fancier ;) but just plain black

V - Vacation: ENGLAND

W - Worst Habit: procrastination

X - Xrays: I’ve had quite a few dental X-rays

Y - Your Favourite Food: strawberries/raspberries with nutella is my current obsession

Z - Zodiac Sign: Cancer

So a lot people have already been tagged and i hope i’m not doubling up, but i tag the beautiful: @highladyofidris ; @ignite-my-love ; @a-song-of-stars-and-dreams ; @myhighlordrhysand ; @dancing-at-starfall ; @illyrian-queen

#tag games #krish #answered

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theladyofdeath · 6 years ago

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V O I D { S E V E N }

Chapter 7. An ACOTAR fanfiction.

Nessian. Elriel. Feysand.

Previous chapters: Fanfic Masterlist

“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.” ― John Green, Looking for Alaska

Feyre strode up to the looming mansion and pounded on the door. When three seconds passed and no one answered, she did it again.

It was just after sunrise, but Feyre hadn’t slept. She’s spent her night at the hospital, watching Rhysand’s chest slowly rise and fall.

It hadn’t been too difficult finding out where Rhysand’s family lived just outside of the city. She had hounded Azriel until he spilled just enough of Rhys’ backstory so that she could Google the details, only to find out that Rhysand’s father was one of the wealthiest businessmen in all of Velaris’ history.

From there, his address was easy to locate. He was practically royalty.

Feyre pounded on the door, once more.

A tall, slender man opened the door, dressed in black. “Good morning. May I help you?”

“I need to talk to Alastair Lunasa,” Feyre said, wasting no time.

“Mr. Lunasa has a number for his office you may call. Let me write it down-”

“No,” Feyre interrupted, wondering if the poor man in front of her knew how cruel his master was. “I need to see him now. It involves his son.”

“Rhys?” A quiet voice came from behind the butler.

The butler’s thin, bony shoulders stiffened as the woman moved around him.

She looked just like him. She had the same tanned skin, the same sculpted cheeks and jawbone. Her pink lips were just as luscious. Her long, black hair was braided. Dark circles rested beneath her hazel eyes.

“You’re his mother,” Feyre said.

She nodded. “Where is he? Has he come with you? Has he finally come home?”

Even her robe was made of the finest silk.

Feyre blinked. “I- no, he hasn’t come home. He hasn’t woken up yet.”

The woman’s lips twisted into a small smile. “He never was an early riser.”

Feyre’s anger lessened as the realization hit her.

She had no idea.

“Where is Rhysand’s father?” Feyre asked, with a little less hostility.

“Readying for the day,” she answered, softly. “Who are you? Are you a friend of my son’s?”

“I just came from the hospital.” Feyre wanted to yell, but her voice was nothing more than a whisper. “Where they contacted your husband days ago to tell him that his son was in an accident and has a serious injury. He hasn’t woken up yet. He’s in critical condition.”

The worlds fell out of her mouth without a breath, each one leaving a heavier impact on Rhys’ mother.

Her face had grown pale, but her eyes were ablaze. They shot from Feyre, to Elain’s little car where it was parked behind her.

“Can you drive us?” she whispered.

The butler had begun to pretend like he wasn’t listening. Feyre had a feeling he did that often.

Feyre nodded, unsure of how else to react.

Rhysand’s mother gave her a quick, curt nod before softly shutting the door.

She hadn’t known.

The nurse said that they had talked to Alastair, but he had never told his wife.

It wasn’t even five minutes that had passed before Rhysand’s mother, and a teenage girl who was her mother’s spitting image, hurried out the front door.

The ride was quiet, at first.

Feyre had so many questions that she wasn’t sure which to ask, in what order.

She decided to begin with the simple ones.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh,” his mother breathed. “I’m so sorry. How rude of me. My name is Meira. And this is my daughter, Reina.”

Feyre glanced in the review mirror. Reina wasn’t paying attention. She was watching the buildings pass them by in a blur, her violet eyes red and puffy.

They must have gotten their eyes from their father.

Feyre tried her best to smile. “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Feyre. A friend from school.”

“Thank you,” Meira said, hurriedly. “For...coming. I-We...had no idea. As much as I appreciate you coming, however, it would best if you stayed away. For your safety. Alastair can be….”

“A dick,” Reina supplied, quietly. The first word she had spoken. “An asshole, a monster.”

The words were quiet, but Feyre felt them like a knife in the heart.

She assumed they would not be so open if they were not so terrified, so anxious.

Feyre nodded, swallowing her building questions.

To fill the silence, she gave them both the morbid details. She told them about the accident, about how Azriel and Cassian were holding up and healing. And by the time Feyre pulled into the hospital’s parking lot, her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Their silence continued, as did Reina’s tears, as Feyre led them up to the fifth floor and down the hallway to where Rhysand’s heart monitor still steadily beeped.

Meira gasped, taking in her son’s appearance.

Silent tears began to stream down her cheeks as she strode to his bedside and knelt, taking his limp hand in hers and kissing it softly. “I didn’t know,” she wept. “I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I didn’t know.”

“They talked to my father? They told him that Rhys was here and what had happened?”

Feyre jumped at the sound of Reina’s voice. When Feyre glanced beside her, Reina was watching her mother and brother with an empty expression.

“Yes,” Feyre replied, quietly.

Reina said nothing more, didn’t move. She simply stood in the doorway, watching lifelessly.

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“You should really eat something, dear. It’s on me, so eat and get whatever you’d like.”

Nesta sat perfectly still on the other side of the diner’s booth. “I’m not hungry.”

“Are you ever hungry?” He asked. It was not a judgmental question, but his eyes were lit with mere curiosity.

Since he had found Nesta in the parking garage the night before, Hale had not let Nesta out of his sight.

He’d taken her to his home, which was massive on the other side of Velaris. She’d slept in his guest room, one of many, and was woken bright and early for breakfast.

She probably should have turned down his offer. He could’ve been a murderer for all she knew, although the elderly man looked completely harmless in his cardigan sweater and pressed khaki pants.

“Why do you live alone?” Nesta asked, instead. “Your house is huge but you’re the only one in it.”

Hale’s brown eyes softened. “My wife died about five years ago. It was her dream home, and I stay because of her. Although, personally, I could deal with something much less grand.”

Nesta couldn’t help but give him a slight smile. “No children?”

Hale took a deep breath before replying, “Just one. But, we fell out of touch about twenty years ago.”

Twenty years without seeing his child?

As if seeing Nesta’s questions brewing, Hale gently sat down his fork. “It’s a choice I made with a lot of thought and a lot of heartbreak. My son had a very horrible drug problem. I did everything I could to try and help him, but he didn’t want to be helped. He was abusive and cruel, and he used me often. For money, mostly. Stole a lot of what we had to buy drugs.”

Nesta nodded. “Had?”

Hale raised a dark brow. “Pardon?”

“You said that he had a drug problem.”

“Ah,” Hale said. “He passed away recently.”

Nesta nodded, once more. She picked up her fork and picked at her scrambled eggs. “Is he why you’re helping me?”

Hale tilted his head to the side, watching her. “When I saw you, you reminded me of him, yes, and also of myself. I, too, have battled with depression for my entire life. My worst years were in my early twenties. I remember that pain, that hell. You seem like a very nice girl, Nesta. A smart girl, with a bright future. I just want you to see that, too.”

Nesta met his kind gaze. “I could hurt you. I could be crazy.”

He shrugged, taking another bite of his French toast. “If that’s the case, I’m almost eighty years old. I lived a good, long life.”

Nesta laughed, breathily. “Fair enough.”

They ate in a comfortable silence, Hale asking Nesta questions every now and then about her life, her interests. Nesta returned his questions with those of her own.

And she actually began to enjoy herself.

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Azriel sat in his apartment, alone.

Cassian was still in the hospital.

Rhys hadn’t even woken up yet.

But Azriel had to leave the hospital, at least for a little while. He hated seeing Cassian beat himself up over something that was all of their faults. He hated seeing Rhys, too, lying there like a beaten rag doll.

Being home wasn’t any better, though.

Cassian’s room was empty. Cece stayed with him at the hospital. Rhys’ bag was still sitting open, his clothes strung throughout the living room.

Untouched.

He could’ve turned on the tv, or at least the radio, but Azriel sat in complete silence.

He should’ve been the designated driver that night. Should’ve stopped after one. He was usually so good about those kind of things, and the one time he wasn’t, it had cost him.

He felt like screaming.

He felt like reaching into his head to try and remove his racing thoughts.

Cassian.

Rhys.

He had gotten out almost untouched and he felt guilty.

Guilty that he was okay when his two best friends, his brothers, weren’t.

Guilt.

Azriel stood up from the kitchen chair in which he sat and began to pace.

Maybe he should pray.

He used to pray when he was young, not that it made much of a difference. At least it made him feel hopeful.

But he wouldn’t even know how to pray anymore, wouldn’t know how to start.

Maybe he should try and distract himself.

But with what? Alcohol?

No.

He was starting to sweat, his heart nearly pounding out of his chest as his hands began to shake.

He cursed, inside of his mind, those voices that controlled his thoughts becoming louder.

His phone began to ring.

Elain.

He knew it was Elain, she was the only one that had called him in recent days.

Sweet, innocent Elain.

Azriel had liked her, had wanted to get to know her, but then the accident happened and now Azriel wanted nothing but to be alone.

Completely and utterly alone.

It was better that way.

That way, he couldn’t hurt anyone else, wouldn’t be responsible for anyone else, for their pain, their misery, their lives.

Alone.

That was what he was meant to be.

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Meira and Reina had gone to the cafeteria with Feyre, allowing Cassian to be alone with Rhysand.

It had been good to see Rhys’ mom and sister. They had always been kind to Cassian. He wasn’t surprised that Alastair wasn’t there.

Bastard.

Cassian glanced at Rhys’ heart monitor, beeping steadily, then at the clock, ticking slowly.

He met Rhysand’s blank face, dark eyelashes still against his tanned skin.

“I’m so sorry,” Cassian began, no more than a whisper. “I will never forgive myself for this. I need you to wake up, man. I need you to wake up, and make some stupid, cocky joke about all this, okay? I need you to do that for me.”

Nothing happened.

Cassian hated himself more as his eyes began to water. He wiped at them, angrily.

“I have a problem, okay? But I’m gonna get help. The alcohol, the anger… I’m gonna get help, alright?”

It was a promise, but Cassian didn’t know how much power it held if Rhysand never woke.

“Wake up,” he pleased, his forehead falling into Rhysand’s limp hand. “Wake up, Rhys, please, wake up. Wake up!”

His tears slid from his cheeks onto Rhys’ skin. He didn’t care. He didn’t care that he looked like a pathetic fool, that he was talking, yelling, at someone who probably couldn’t even hear him.

“Wake up,” he sobbed. “Wake up, Rhys, Wake up. Please. Please.”

He wanted to reach up, shake Rhys’ shoulders until his eyes opened and all was okay.

He couldn’t live with himself if this was it, if this was Rhys’ fate.

Beneath Cassian’s forehead, a finger twitched.

Cassian's gaze shot up and met a pair of tired, violet eyes.

The sound that left Cassian was something between agony and joy. He reached for a cup of water off the bedside table and held it to Rhys’ lips.

He drank and drank until the cup was empty. He looked to Cassian and blinked once, twice, then asked, “Who the hell are you?”

His voice was raspy, weak.

Another tear fell from Cassian's hazel eyes as he stuttered, “I- I, you don’t….”

Rhysand’s pale, chapped lips twisted into a smile as he whispered, “Kidding, jackass. This is one hell of a hangover, yeah?”

Cassian didn’t laugh, though.

Instead, his lip began to wobble and he laid his head against Rhysand’s chest and wept.

#tacmc void #void #7 #nessian #feysand #elriel #fanfic #fanfiction

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