#az seems like the type to be content reading close by | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

theladyofdeath · 4 years

Text

The Ranch {6}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, Nesta x Cassian, Modern AU, fanfiction.

Collaboration: @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty x @tacmc

Summary: Nesta had spent years in Paris, living her dream and drowning in riches as a gourmet chef, capturing the hearts of the city and its people. But, after her father passes away unexpectedly and leaves his cozy, countryside B&B to his oldest daughter, Nesta is moving back home to the tiny town of Velaris, where the ranch, her sisters, and her father’s unfulfilled dream, awaits.

Sidenote: Being posted between two blogs, it is too chaotic to keep up with a tags list, so all chapters will be tagged with “#TheRanchNessian” & “#SharaCollab”.

A/N: The fact that you all love this so much makes me so happy - bc it’s my favorite thing shelb and i have EVER written. Let us know what you think! x

The Ranch Masterlist

When Nesta received Feyre’s texts to go out for drinks, rather than coffee, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t hesitate for a minute. But she and Feyre really had made progress during their family dinner, enough that she’d even hugged Nesta on the way out. So she’d replied that drinks sounded great, and Feyre sent her an address and a time.

Now, as Nesta got out of her car, she scanned the surroundings of the small dive bar she was at. She didn’t recognize a single vehicle, but knew that wasn’t likely. The air was thick, so close to the Sidra, but the breeze cooled whatever heat was present before it could settle on her skin.

She felt ridiculous for being nervous, but she couldn’t control herself. Those nerves crept into the pit of her stomach, making her rethink everything as she slowly stepped toward the entrance. The door creaked as she pulled it open, and music had been blaring before she’d even stepped inside.

Spotting Feyre, seated at the bar, right away, Nesta pushed through the small crowd of people. Planting herself on the barstool right next to her littlest sister, Nesta called for a drink.

Feyre grinned, then said above the music, “I’m glad you found it! I assume you’ve never been here.”

She was right, Nesta hadn’t, but it definitely had a certain charm to it. “It’s cute!”

Feyre gestured behind Nesta, to where the music was coming from. “I come for the entertainment!”

Nesta looked over her shoulder and found herself surprised, although she probably shouldn’t have been. Feyre had mentioned that Rhysand was a musician, which is who owned the soothing, melodic voice that filled the bar. What really surprised Nesta, though, was the guitar player behind Rhysand, strumming away.

Cassian had already spotted Nesta, and he was watching her with narrowed, amused hazel eyes.

“I didn’t know Cassian played guitar,” Nesta said, turning back to her sister.

“I think there’s a lot of things you don’t know about him that will surprise you,” Feyre said, a secret smile on her face.

Nesta wanted to turn back around to look at the man strumming the guitar on stage, but she wouldn’t let herself. She was in awe of him, every time she turned around he was doing something else extraordinary.

Nesta sipped the glass that the bartender set down in front of her and asked, “Is Az hiding somewhere up there, too?”

Feyre chuckled and said, “No, Azriel plays a different type of music.” When Nesta looked at her with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. “You’ll have to ask him.”

Nesta groaned. “What is up with you all and secrets?”

Feyre shrugged and put her bottle to her mouth, but it was so utterly obvious how amused she was - how amused they all were - with their little secrets.

“How have things been between you two?” Feyre asked. “Since the other night.”

Nesta didn’t have to ask who the other half of you two was. But, she had nothing to hide. Everything had been simple since Nesta apologized...and completely freaked out in front of Cassian the few nights before. They had been polite toward one another, had made conversation and joked around when they crossed paths. And, the morning before, Nesta had a mini lesson in ranching from the rancher himself. If she was going to be around for a while, she may as well pick up on a few basic things so she could help out when possible.

“It’s been good,” she answered, finally.

Feyre raised a perfectly sculpted brow as she set her bottle back on the bar top. “That’s all I get? It’s been good? Last time I was creeping on you two out of the kitchen window, you two idiots were grinning like fools.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Did you just call me an idiot?”

Feyre’s eyes rolled. “I’m just saying, you two were actually being friendly.”

Friendly.

Nesta guessed that was the best way to describe what she and Cassian had been the past couple of days. She glanced over her shoulder, back to the stage, only to find those hazel still on her.

“We’ve got a table down front,” Feyre said, flagging down the bartender. “Let’s get another drink and move down there.”

Nesta ordered her drink and as Feyre ordered two beers for her and Rhys, she had an idea. “Excuse me,” she said, catching the bartender before he moved to make their drinks. “But you wouldn’t happen to have a maple bourbon back there, would you?”

By the time Rhysand had finished his set list, Cassian was sweaty, tipsy, and wound up tighter than a rattlesnake ready to strike. Rhys hadn’t told him Feyre was bringing a guest. He definitely didn’t mention Nesta was coming, so he was pretty sure Feyre had set this one up without telling him. And from the look on Nesta’s face when she turned and saw him, he’d have guessed she didn’t know he’d be here either.

He wasn’t disappointed, just caught off guard.

He had watched her as he played, while Rhysand sang, and every time their eyes connected, she had quickly looked away and found the contents in her glass overly interesting.

Now, as they both meandered off the stage, he decided he could definitely use another drink.

The last time he and Nesta had been in a bar, with alcohol, the night hadn’t turned out all that well.

Rhys had gone straight to Feyre, as he always did, lifting her into the air and kissing her. He did it for a few reasons, the most obvious because he loved her and the two of them could be barely be apart for more than ten minutes before one of them began whining about missing the other. But the other reason was the group of ogling women who always seemed to show up for Rhys’ set. He wanted them to know that he belonged to someone else.

It didn’t stop them from trying.

Cass’ boots thumped down the wooden steps and made his way to the bar. He didn’t even have to ask for anything, the bartender already knowing his go to drinks, depending on his mood. A cold bottle of beer and a shot of whiskey appeared in front of him. He gave the bartender a wink and tossed back the shot. After grabbing the bottle off the bar, he began to make his way, begrudgingly, to the others.

He reminded himself to think before he spoke, reminded himself not to admire how sexy Nesta looked in her jeans and tank top, reminded himself to keep his distance. Things had only just become okay between the two of them, he wouldn’t mess it up.

Feyre was sitting on Rhysand’s lap and whispering something into his ear when Cassian got back to the table. Nesta was already watching him as he took a seat next to her.

“Are they always like this?” she muttered.

Cassian grinned, putting his bottle to his lips. “Annoyingly so, yes.”

The silence between them wasn’t a true silence, not with the music and chatter and laughter around them. But the space between them was…awkward.

Nesta cleared her throat. “I didn’t know you played guitar.”

There were about a hundred and one ways he’d like to answer her question, but instead, he gave her a polite smile, and said, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

He couldn’t read the look in her eyes as she took a sip of her drink and said, “You’re really good.”

“Thanks,” he muttered, nodding, and he continued to nod as the silence came, once again, because he had no idea what else to say.

Feyre was sticking her tongue down Rhysand’s throat.

Nesta, following his gaze, scrunched her nose, and Cassian couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you dance?”

Nesta hesitated.

“I’ll keep my hands in appropriate places,” he promised.

Nesta’s hesitation turned into a small smile as she said, “Alright. Why the hell not?”

Anything was better, Cassian assumed, than watching Feyre and Rhysand makeout for the next ten minutes. Cassian pushed his chair back and held out his hand. After another second of hesitation, she put her hand into his.

He led her out into the small dance floor, the song that was playing through the jukebox ending up and a slower song began. He once again held out his hand and she moved in closer, placing her hand in his and letting the other rest on his shoulder. His arm snaked around to the small of her back and at her sudden intake of breath, he moved it up slightly.

“Sorry,” he said, as they began to move in small circles.

Nesta huffed a laugh. “It’s okay. I don’t- I haven’t- it’s...been a while since I’ve danced. With a man.”

Cassian came to the ultimate conclusion that it had been a while since she’d done anything with a man.

“Too busy being a badass boss the last few years?” he asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Something like that,” she said, eyes bright. “What about you? Do you ask women to dance often?”

Cassian liked to think there was a little bit of jealousy in her voice, when, in reality, it was most likely nothing more than a curious question. “No, not really. Usually, by now, I’m drunk off my ass, sitting next to Rhysand and Feyre while they make a public love scene. Unless Azriel and Elain are here, of course. Then, I’m sitting in the middle of both couples while one makes out, and the other stares into each other’s eyes with such adoration that I literally am tempted to set myself on fire.”

Nesta’s laugh was bright and beautiful as she shook her head. The sound of her laughter alone made Cassian want to grab her face into his hands and press his mouth against hers. Shaking the thought away, he cleared his throat and continued to spin her in slow, gentle circles.

“I’ve never seen two people that are so…” Nesta let the sentence fall away, and Cassian tried to help her finish it.

“In love?” He asked.

Her eyes fell back on him as she said, “Happy.”

He didn’t know why that made his heart ache as badly as it did. “You haven’t told me what it was like when you were younger. Why exactly you wanted to leave.” When she looked down, when he felt her tense up, he added, “You don’t have to tell me now. You don’t have to tell me ever. I just…” He sighed. “I want you to know that I’m not just a pretty face, with a ripped body, and a badass bond with animals. You can talk to me, about anything you need to.”

She started laughing again, which was his main goal. But there was also a light shining in her eyes, and he decided right then that he would do anything to keep it there.

————

The next morning, Nesta was in the kitchen of the main house just after sunrise. She couldn’t sleep, especially once she had planned out her agenda before she went to bed the night before. She would work on landscaping, planting flowers and cleaning off the B&B sign out front. She also wanted to put in a front porch swing. She was hoping Cassian would help her with that part, although he had been working on the new stables lately.

First thing first, though, was breakfast. Nesta loved any excuse to try out the new kitchen, even if it was technically meant to be for preparing food for guests. Although, until the grand opening and guests began to come again, Nesta would take full advantage of it, cooking for herself. And, maybe, the ranch hand.

She hadn’t seen him yet that morning, even having awoken so early.

It occurred to her that she didn’t know what he liked, whether he was a fan of sweet or savory, how he liked his eggs. Then she remembered that he could loosely be described as a human garbage disposal and would probably eat anything that was put in front of him.

She threw together a few breakfast sandwiches, poured a fresh cup of coffee in her travel mug, and set out for the front yard.

The sun had been up for nearly a full hour and Nesta had a pile of weeds in the grass and dirt caked under her nails when she finally heard footsteps through the pasture. But they weren’t the heavy steps she was used to hearing from Cassian. No, these footsteps were light and quick.

And they were coming right for her.

She turned just in time for Beau to barrel into her and knock her from where she was perched on her knees.

She laughed as the over-excitable puppy licked her and nuzzled into her neck. She scratched behind his ears.

“Good morning, boy.”

He licked her face in response, tail wagging wildly.

“Alright, alright,” a deep voice said, coming up beside them, “Down, boy.”

Beau did as he was instructed, hurrying to Cassian’s feet and sitting. Cassian held out a hand, which Nesta humbly accepted. After she was pulled to her feet, she chuckled. “No offense, but you look like shit.”

He did, too. Cassian looked completely exhausted, eyes heavy, skin pale. “Oh, I’m offended.”

“How many times did you puke this morning?” Nesta asked, trying not to grin.

Cassian groaned, then yawned. “Serves me right. I know better than to drink that much before an early morning.”

“Isn’t every morning an early morning for you?” Nesta asked, and it was obvious how amused she was. “And I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you highly intoxicated on more than one occasion.”

Cassian reached out and shoved her gently in the shoulder. “Be nice.”

Nesta laughed, shaking her head as she picked her travel mug off the ground. “Here, coffee.”

He sniffed it before putting it to his mouth as if he didn’t quite believe her. He took a drink and sighed. “How did you know I like my coffee black?”

Nesta shrugged. “Lucky guess. Are you hungry?”

He glanced at his watch. “No, but I know I need to eat, or I’ll be puking all over the western pasture later. But I need to head into town and pick up a few things. I don’t have time to cook. I’ve wasted enough time this morning with my head in the toilet.”

“Bacon or sausage?” Nesta asked, walking to the picnic basket beneath the tree. “Or both?”

“Both?” Cassian asked, not trying to hide the suspicion in his voice.

She reached into the basket and pulled out two sandwiches. “I hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t feel like waiting to eat.”

Cassian took the two sandwiches she held in her outstretched hand. “You...made me breakfast?”

Nesta nodded, not expecting the soft tone of his voice, the sincere surprise he felt at having someone do something for him. “You said you’re going into town? Any chance you need to stop at the hardware store? I was hoping to pick out some paint colors and maybe even start on the flower beds since it’s so nice out.”

“I can,” Cassian said, opening the wrapped sandwich and taking a bite. He looked impressed. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Nesta snorted. “Why is everyone so surprised after they take the first bite of something I make? Feyre nearly kissed me after I cooked her a simple pasta dish.”

Cassian grinned, taking another bite. “Maybe we’re just surprised something so delicious could come from someone so…”

“Perfect and polite?” Nesta implied.

He laughed, quietly, as he swallowed. “Yeah, sure, perfect and polite. My words, exactly.”

Now it was his turn to be shoved.

“I’ll pull the truck around,” Cassian said, walking away, backwards as he grinned at Nesta. “Come on, Beau.”

The pup jumped up from the spot where he was sprawled out on top of the soft green grass and followed Cassian around the side of the house. Nesta brushed away the sweat that was glistening on her forehead with the back of her hand. She suddenly wondered what she looked like. She rolled out of bed, brushed her teeth, put her hair in a pony-tail before slipping on shorts and a tank-top, and hauled ass out of the little house out back. But then, she felt ridiculous. She wasn’t trying to impress him, anyway.

She remembered the makeup and hair products she’d left in the master bath when she was getting ready to go out. The same night she’d seen Cassian in nothing more than a little blue towel. The same night she and Cassian had nearly…

She shook her head and ran up the porch stairs and into the house, wondering how long she had before he made his way back up to the main house.

———

Cassian stopped the old truck in front of the house, cutting the engine and silencing the deafening roar of the idle.

Nesta was nowhere to be seen. The picnic basket was still under the tree and her cup of coffee was on the porch rail where it’d been when he walked up.

“Nesta?” He called, looking towards her house, down the dirt road.

When there was no answer, he climbed the porch steps two at a time and opened the front door. He said her name again and waited. “Nesta?”

No answer, but there was a creak from the second story.

With a sigh, he took to the stairs. “If you’re upstairs, please be decent, because I don’t need you yelling at me again for being inappropriate!”

Nothing.

On the second floor landing, Cassian thumped down the hallway, glancing into her old bedroom as he passed. She wasn’t there, so he continued on, where the light was coming out of the master bedroom.

He knocked on the door, even though it was wide open. “Nesta?”

“Sorry!” she called, from the bathroom. The door was cracked, and he could see her shadow moving across the tile. “I’ll be right out!”

“You okay?” He asked, not quite moving away from the door to give her privacy, but still half worried about her. She sounded...frantic.

“Yeah, I just...need a minute.” She didn’t offer any other information.

He gave a couple of light raps on the door. “Alright, well, I’ll be in the truck. Lock up on your way out, yeah?”

She poked her head out and he could see that a chunky braid held most of her hair off her face. “I can handle it,” she laughed.

He looked at the makeup covering her freckles. “Are you putting makeup on to work in the yard?

A look of guilt crossed her face. “Maybe.” He tried not to smile, but clearly, he failed as she said, “I’m liable to run into people I haven’t seen in ten years! I can’t go out looking like this.”

“Like what?” He chuckled. “Beautiful?”

The words hung in the air around them.

Cass mumbled, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- Fuck.”

But Nesta was smiling, softly. “It’s okay. I can take a compliment from time to time.” She trailed back into the bathroom, out of sight. “Just don’t make a habit of it.”

Cassian chuckled. “Alright. Well, take your time. I’ll be with Beau in the truck.”

She said nothing else as Cassian made his way back out of the house. The word had slipped out. Beautiful. He couldn’t help it, though. She was beautiful. It was his first thought when he’d come up on her, knees in the dirt, pulling out weeds, sweating, her hair up.

Beautiful.

Natural.

Sure, she was sexy as hell all dolled up, but Cassian liked her that way. Natural. Even so, he had to keep such thoughts to himself. He couldn’t risk anything that would piss her off again, especially when they had begun to get along so well.

Had started to become friends.

Less than five minutes later, Nesta was pulling the door shut behind her and rounding the truck to the passenger side. She pulled the door open to find Beau sitting in the seat.

Cassian whistled, which usually would spur the pup into motion, but instead he looked back at her and whined, before looking back at Cass. “I’m not making you get out, you big dummy. I just need you to scoot over.” He sighed and pulled the dog onto the middle seat, and Nesta hopped up into the cab. Beau laid down and rested his head on her leg, his whiskers tickling her skin where it skimmed her thigh. She gently pet his soft head and smiled.

“Not taking the fancy truck today?” She asked, after they’d pulled off of the property and were headed into town. The windows were rolled down and the brisk morning air felt amazing on her face.

“We’re working today. This,” he said, affectionately patting the dash, “is a working truck. That’s a play truck. We can’t drive that today.”

Nesta blinked. “A play truck?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Work and play stay separate. Besides, I can’t get my play truck all muddy and shit.”

Nesta huffed a laugh and shook her head. “You’re so weird.”

“I’m not the one who put on makeup to do yard work,” Cassian muttered.

Nesta was watching him, eyes narrowed. “At least Beau is on my side. Aren’t you, boy?”

Beau’s tail started wagging, hitting Cassian against his thigh. Nesta laughed, rubbing Beau’s belly.

“Well,” Cassian sighed, “at least we had a good run, Beau. I see you’ve found a new favorite.”

As if he was confirming what was just said, Beau began to lick Nesta’s leg.

She pet his head and he stopped, looking up at her. His tongue was hanging out of the side of his mouth and Nesta couldn’t help but lean down and give him a kiss on the top of his head. She caught Cassian watching her when she looked back over. “Confession time,” she announced.

Cassian’s brows were raised. “Okay?”

She sighed. “I love dogs, but they’re just...messy.”

“Messy?” He asked.

“Yes, messy. They slobber, like to play in mud, which they then track into the house. Dogs are...a handful.”

He looked at her and then back out the windshield. “Oh gods, no. Don’t tell me.” Nesta glanced at him and he took a deep breath. “Nesta, are you a cat person?”

She burst out laughing and Beau, startled, sat up and leaned on Cassian across the cab. “And if I am?”

Cassian shook his head and groaned. “That’s it. That’s the deal breaker. I don’t think I can work for you anymore.”

Nesta laughed, reaching out to Beau to scratch his head. “You don’t like cats?”

“Cats don’t like me,” he corrected, remembering when Azriel’s childhood cat jumped on Cassian and attacked his face. After that experience… Cassian had to admit that cats weren’t his favorite.

“Maybe I’ll have to get one,” Nesta said.

Cassian glanced at her through his side eye.

“What?” She asked, smiling. “It’ll stay in my little house and keep the mice away from the B&B.”

“And make a nice snack for this one,” he said, indicating the pup who had resumed his dozing between them as Nesta scratched behind his ears.

“Oh hush, he wouldn’t,” Nesta said, giving him a belly rub. He rolled over and kicked Cassian very close to where it would have hurt.

“Oh, he absolutely would,” Cass said, adjusting himself as they pulled up to a red light. “Cats and dogs, especially the ones like Beau who are bred to still be a little wild, didn’t get their bickering reputation for no reason.”

Even though it was still relatively early, only a few minutes after seven, the city was awake, alive. People walked down the streets, stopping at the stalls and shops that were open this early along the way. The breeze from the Sidra cooled the morning down, but she knew eventually it would heat up.

People called out to Cassian, who’s window was rolled down the whole ride, from everywhere they could: in other cars, on the sidewalks, coming and going from store fronts.

“You know everyone,” Nesta observed.

Cassian waved to an older couple who’d been entering a cafe when they saw him. “I wouldn’t say that I know everyone.”

“Well, it seems like everyone knows you.”

“I get around,” he said, shrugging.

Nesta gave him a look.

Cassian laughed. “Not like that. I’ve waved at at least five elderly women, if I meant sexually, my taste in women is interesting, to say the least.”

“No judgement,” Nesta muttered, and Cassian grinned as he pulled into the parking lot of the hardware store.

“Alright,” he said, pulling into a spot and putting the truck into park. He hopped out and whistled for Beau to follow.

“They let him in?” Nesta asked, following his lead.

“Oh yeah,” Cassian said, hands in his pockets. “He stays close. Most shop owners around here like him more than me.”

Nesta looked over at him as they entered. “Is that so?”

Cassian shrugged. “Went through a shoplifting phase in high school. Some people never forget.”

Nesta rolled her eyes.

They entered the store and Cassian said, “I have to go over to the pro desk, pick up some plans they were drawing up for me. I assume you’re going to be doing some actual shopping?”

“Mostly looking, but certainly not at the pro desk,” she said, laughing. “Do you just want to call me when you’re done?”

He said, “I would do that, but I don’t have your number. I can page you over the loudspeaker like you’re a misbehaving child?”

Nesta rolled her eyes and said, “Give me your phone, you idiot.”

Cassian laughed and handed it over. She input her name and number in his phone and then handed it back after calling herself. When her phone went off in her hand, he took it before she could end the call.

“Hey, that one is mine,” she said, laughing.

“I can’t input my own contact details?” He winked at her, and continued typing. He locked the phone and handed it back as he started walking backwards. “I’ll call you when it’s time to go. Beau!” He whistled and the pup ran right to him, looking up in pure adoration as they headed to the other end of the store.

Nesta made her way to the paint section and looked at the wall of samples. She wanted something light, but something that stuck out, too. The shutters needed a good coat, but Nesta was trying to keep away from the mustard yellow her father had picked out in the late eighties. It was horrid. And she needed something to repaint the B&B sign, which was worn and chipped. Maybe she would paint the front door, too. She may as well, if she was planning on painting the rest.

She gathered multiple shades of blues and reds and yellows before she heard, “Nesta?”

She spun around and froze, unable to form a single thought as Tomas Mandray grinned.

“Shit, it is you,” he laughed, and he gave her a hug, although she was too frozen in place to react. She hadn’t seen him in a few years, but he had been her whole world.

“I didn’t know you were back in town,” he said, standing in the way of the aisle next to her. “Sorry to hear about your dad.”

“Thanks,” she said, finally remembering how to use her words. “And yeah, it was somewhat sudden.”

He plucked one of the paint chips from her hand and held it up, comparing it to what Nesta didn’t know. “Last I knew you were in,” he paused, humming. “Paris? How’s your restaurant doing?”

“Sold it to move home.” She felt like the walls were closing in around her, felt like she was too hot and too cold all at once. She felt like her skin was too tight. She needed to get away, needed to get outside and get some fresh air or she was sure she was going to pass out. “If you’ll excuse me-.”

“I miss your cooking, Nes. I miss you.” He smiled, and though it was handsome, it made her stomach turn. “You should make me dinner sometime, we can catch up on the last few years.”

“I….um….” she hesitated, feeling as if she may pass out. In her back pocket, her phone vibrated, and she quickly pulled it out. Her screen read Sexy Ranch Hand. “Sorry,” she muttered, “I have to….Hello?”

“Hey,” Cassian crooned from the other end. “Where are you?”

“I…” she hesitated, looking back at Tomas, who didn’t take the hint and was standing in the exact same spot, watching her.

But she didn’t have to say anything else, because Beau rounded the corner, coming straight toward Nesta, Cassian right behind. He saw her, looking pale and terrified, no doubt, and his smile faded as he slowly put down his phone.

“I have to go,” Nesta said, looking away from Tomas, but he turned around to meet Cassian’s gaze.

“What do you want, Nazari?” It was practically a snarl.

It took him a moment, but Cassian put his usual smirk back into place. “Nothing. Just came to see if Nesta was ready to go?”

Tomas wheeled around, making Nesta flinch in a way that Cassian didn’t miss. “You’re here with him? Nes, he’s trash.”

She didn’t look Tomas in the eye as she said, “I have to go,” and tried to push past him. He gripped the top of her arm.

Cassian growled, “Take your gods damned hand off of her.”

Nesta’s head shot up at the venom in that usually sarcastic tone. She carefully, but firmly, pulled from his hold, and said, “Goodbye, Tomas.” She walked past Cassian, but he didn’t follow. She breathed, “Cass, please.”

Something shifted in his gaze, and she could tell he really didn’t want to follow, really wanted to stay, really wanted to kick Tomas’s ass right there in the middle of the hardware store, but he didn’t. He listened to Nesta. Nodding subtly, Cassian backed up, keeping his eyes on Tomas’s for one second too long.

“Come on, boy,” he whispered to Beau, who was snarling at Tomas.

The three of them left the store in complete silence. There were already supplies in the back of Cassian’s truck, supplies that looked like they were meant for the stables he’d been working on, per Nesta’s request. He must have put them in before he called Nesta.

Nesta climbed up into the passenger side and Beau must have noticed her discomfort because he laid his fluffy little chin on her lap.

Cassian got behind the wheel and started the engine before asking, quietly, “Are you okay?”

Nesta nodded, unable to trust her words.

“Good,” Cassian whispered. “Sorry my alphahole personality came out.”

Nesta, despite herself, chuckled, but she still didn’t say a word. She hated Tomas, loathed him. He was the one person that she was hoping not to run into when she got back to town.

So, of course, he’d be the first person she’d see.

She was silent on the way home, not a single word or sound from her. She idly scratched Beau’s head while she stared out the window. When they’d been on the road about three minutes, Cassian asked, “Do you want to talk about it?” Nesta simply shook her head. Cassian understood, so instead, he turned the radio on and let the music play.

When they got back to the ranch, Nesta was out of the truck before it was even in park. The paint chips were forgotten on the seat and Cassian let her go, watching as she walked, but not down the hill to her small cabin by the river. He watched as he walked up the stairs and into her childhood home.

#sharacollab #theranchnessian #collab #nessian #fanfic #fanfiction #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #ranch au #modern au

284 notes · View notes

emdythewriter · 5 years

Text

Scars of our lives | chapter one (acotar)

A/N: I feel like I’ve been posting a lot of new fics lately and you guys are probably getting annoyed and just want me to update new chapters of the ones already posted (which will happen) but I wrote this in one sitting and am super proud of it and couldn’t want to share so here you go!

Summary: all three Archeron sisters are now business owners, which brings about some new faces. Every thing starts out perfect but life likes to throw a curve ball or two. Things are about to get a little complicated but whose to say the sisters have never dealt with complicated before, after all it only helps to find who you truly are, scars and all.

“Shit,” Feyre cursed as she tripped over an unpacked box, almost breaking the bottle of liquor in her hands. She was a few days away from the grand opening of her bar, Stars Eternal and nothing could go wrong.

“Are you okay?” Elain asked from where she was unpacking boxes of glasses. Both Nesta and Elain had come to help her out on their days off, and Feyre was eternally grateful. Both of her sisters had their own businesses to run and most of their time was devoted to maintaining the success they had found. Nesta owned a bookstore a few doors down and on the other side of the road. It was the first Archeron business to open and soon another Evening With Words location would appear on the other side of town.

Elain had a bakery directly across from the bookstore called Floral Desserts. The theme of the bakery was that everything was decorated with flowers and her sister had found beautiful and creative ways to make that work. Due to the uniqueness of her craft the business was increasingly popular over the summer during the wedding season, which they were in the midst of currently.

“I’m fine just missed the box at my feet,” Feyre answered her sister. With that she went back to unloading to copious amounts of beer, liquor, and wine she had ordered to supply her bar. Nesta carried thrings to the back storage room as Feyre filled up the shelves and storage cabinets behind the bar.

Everything was coming together and there was a buzz in the air as she anticipated the opening in a few short days. For years she had dreamed of having her own place, of having some accomplishment to call her own, and here it was. Feyre couldn’t help but smile for the millionth time that day at the joy of finally doing something she wanted. After the years of helping her father pay the bills, barely passing high school with the right grades. After being forced into going to college for two years, then dropping out and being considered a disappointment. She felt happy, truly happy. It was a wondrous feeling.

“You smile anymore and you’ll be stuck like that,” Nesta said as she came out of the back storage. She had a broom and dustpan in one hand and was rolling a garbage can in the other.

“As opposed to a permanent frown like yours?” Feyre teased with a satisfied smirk on her face. Her oldest sister had always been especially hard on her. She would get on her for staying up all night and falling asleep in class, though it was because she was too busy keeping their family under a roof during the day. Nesta didn’t talk to her for months after she left college, saying that she was tarnishing their mother’s memory. Eventually they found common ground after their experiences with their exes came to light.

“You aren’t starting a fight are you?” Elain asked coming over to join her sisters. She dumped an arm full of tape from opening boxes into the waiting trashcan before looking between her younger and older sister. As the middle child she was the barrier between the two hot headed women. Though she wasn’t always happy being the voice of reason it was worth it in the end to keep her family together. Even more so now that their father had passed away a few short months ago.

“Don’t worry Lainey we’re just teasing,” Feyre said as she wrapped an arm around her sister’s shoulders, hugging her close. All three of them turned to take in the space, from the long bar at the center of the floor, to the booths placed along the walls of the building, and the wide open dance floor all around them. It was a quirky layout but it was everything Feyre had ever imagined.

“I hope you're not regretting this decision because I don’t think there’s any going back now,” Nesta said as she crossed her arms over her chest. Despite the tough love in her words Feyre could sense that her sister was proud of her. Knowing it and feeling it are two different things and Feyre smiled again as she felt it.

“Nope,” Feyre said as she released her sister and turned to grab her stuff behind the bar. “In fact I think it’s time to get some food and celebrate.”

“Anyone else in the mood for chinese?” Elain asked as the three Archeron sisters walked out of the bar. Feyre turned to lock it up as her sisters discussed food options.

“I think that sounds perfect,” she said grabbing both her sister’s hands and heading down the street to order chinese at their favorite restaurant. The whole way Feyre found herself unable to stop smiling.

___

“Come on Cassian we’re getting impatient!”

“We? I think it’s just you Rhysand!” It was true Azriel was perfectly content waiting another hour for their brother, but Rhys wanted to get out of this apartment. He wanted to go out and get a little drunk and maybe find a girl to take home later. None of that was going to happen though if Cassian didn’t hurry up and get his ass out of his room.

“How long does it take to pick out a shirt that will end up ruined anyways?” Rhys called back. His brother had a habit of being a messy drunk, meaning the alcohol ended up all over him but somehow he still managed a hangover the next morning.

“Who says I’m looking for a shirt!” Cassian called back. This time both Rhys and Azriel rolled their eyes at their brother. For some unknown reason Cassian had always decided to act like a girl before going out, meaning he took a whole century to get his hair right before getting dressed in five minutes.

“Just put it in a bun if you don’t know what to do. That’s what you do most days anyways,” Azriel pointed out as he typed on his phone. For the past few days Rhys had noticed he was doing that more often, getting sucked in by his phone.

“When we get there I’m ripping that phone out of your hands, skin and all,” Rhys said to his brother just before they finally heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Both of their heads turned as Cassian entered the living room they had been waiting in for the last half hour. He had on an old pair of ripped jeans he always but on after a day at the office. His shirt was gray with a list of characters from The Office listed. The outfit was completed with a pair of boots he wore everywhere and would to his job if he didn’t work at a corporate office. Cassian had chosen to keep his hair down, the dark waves falling to his shoulders, and a grin plastered on his face.

“You ever going to tell us who the girl is?” he asked Azriel with a teasing smirk.

“Yeah,” his brother answered standing up and smoothing out his black shirt. “The day you stop taking as long as my sister to get dressed.” Azriel sent the same teasing smirk back to Cassian but his was more so done in satisfaction.

“I hate you,” Cassian said as he glared at the back of his brother’s head.

“No you don’t,” Az responded as he led the trio out of the apartment and onto the busy streets of Velaris. The city was always crowded and bustling with people but the night life changed the tone. Now instead of hustling and stressed pedestrians trying to get from one place to the other, it was happy and joyful. These were the people that lived and breathed the city of starlight, the people Rhys had grown up loving all his life.

Being the son of the former mayor was not easy, most of the time Rhys hated it in fact. Then he started going to charity events with his mother, helping people and he saw why his father remained in office for so long. Despite not being the best father he was an amazing mayor to the citizens of his city. Most people expected Rhys to take up the mantle after his father passed, but he went the route his mother had led him on. He started his non-profit charity where he made millions every year for five different programs and issues he was passionate about. Rhys lived off the money in his trust fund thanks to the long legacy of his family and remained CEO of hotel business that was passed down by his father’s family. These days however, his sister, Kingsley, ran the business while Rhys assisted when she asked for it.

Cassian actually worked for the business, overseeing the construction of new locations around the world. In a few weeks he would be travelling to Scotland to begin work on their first bed & breakfast which seemed like a popular trend in Europe. Azriel on the other hand was Rhys’s right hand man at the non-profit while also working out of the family owned garage he was raised in.

“What is this place called again?” Azriel asked as they round the corner of their street. Earlier that week Rhys had heard from an employee about a new bar opening up tonight. It was already getting a lot of buzz and had only just opened an hour ago.

“Stars Eternal,” Rhys said having remembered the name because of its uniqueness.

“Whoever the owner is must really like Velaris,” Cassian commented as they followed Az. Rhys chuckled at the comment having thought the same thing the first time he heard the name.

“That only makes it better,” Rhys told his brother. A couple more blocks and the trio were met with a line of people waiting to get into the bar. He took in the sight, a flashing violet sign with the name, a neon sign reading “it’s 5 o’clock somewhere”, and bright red double doors held open by two bodyguards checking IDs. The color didn’t match the black painted brick building, either of the neon signs, or what Rhys could see of the inside. Yet it matched it perfectly.

“Think we’ll be getting in tonight?” Azriel asked as he took in the line of people that kept growing.

“Of course we are,” Rhys said as he laid an arm over each of his brother’s shoulders. “You’re with me.” That being said he dragged the two up to the entrance, a resting satisfied smirk on his lips.

___

Nesta was in a corner booth with Elain as they watched their younger sister work. Feyre was flawless in her movements, as if she hadn’t just opened the bar not even two hours ago. She felt a mix of emotions as she watched, the first being proud. She knew Feyre had wanted something to call her own all her life and now she had it. Despite that overwhelming feeling Nesta also felt worried. She didn’t want her sister’s dream to crash and burn though based on the crowd it seems like that wouldn’t be happening for a while. That worry led to fear of what Feyre would do if her business failed. She would always have a place with Elain and herself if need be, but her younger sister had never spoke of a back up plan to this bar.

“Stop thinking so much you’ll make those frowns more permanent,” Elain said breaking Nesta out of her trance. She looked over to her younger sister who had her own expression of worry on her face. She knew Elain and Feyre both believed she thought too much, but Nesta couldn’t help how her brain was wired.

“I’ll always worry about both of you,” Nesta said looking at her sister, straight into those brown eyes. “That’s my job,” she turned back to watch Feyre, who was currently mixing a drink and talking to a customer.

“She won’t fail you know,” Elain said knowing that was exactly what was on her sister’s mind. “She’s an Archeron and not likely to give up even when she hits a roadblock.” Nesta knew that was true, hell she had hit her own bumps in the road and overcame them.

“Doesn’t make me worry less,” Nesta said. She stood up to go to the bathroom before Elain could see another word, which she knew she would based on how her lips started to part. She sighed as she watched Nesta go, wishing there was something or someone in Nesta’s life that would break down the walls her sisters never could.

She was heading for the back exit when someone bumped into her, someone with a fresh drink based off the sticky liquid that was flowing down her shirt. Nesta gasped at the contact while the other person swore under their breath.

“Shit I’m sorry,” a deep voice said before setting the rest of his drink on a nearby table. Her blouse would be stained if she didn’t get home soon to clean it. Feyre had warned her against wearing it but Nesta had wanted to prove nothing would happen to it. She should’ve listened to her sister.

“It’s fine,” she said stopping the man from reaching out with paper towels she hadn’t even seen him get. Looking up she met a pair of hazel eyes belonging to a tan and fit man. His hair was down to his shoulder in black waves, that looked blue when the light hit him right. His shirt had a cast of characters she didn’t recognize listed and his jeans were adorned with holes, the hem tucked into an old and worn pair of boots.

“I really am sorry. Someone knocked my shoulder and I lost my balance,” he said for all the world sounding like he had just run over her cat.

“Seriously it’s fine I might be able to get the stain out,” Nesta explained as she took the paper towels from his still outstretched hands. Those hands were big she noticed as they rested against his sides, so large they would swallow her frail ones. She had a feeling they were covered in calluses, he looked like a man that wouldn’t mind living off the land. If a zombie apocalypse ever came she would want to be at this stranger’s side.

“I’m Cassian,” he introduced after a beat or two of silence. He stuck out a large hand again for her to shake, and just as Nesta had suspected it swallowed her own.

“Nesta,” She didn’t know why she was still standing her talking to him. It was something she never did, talk to strangers. She hated repeating introductions, it was something Elain enjoyed though Nesta never puzzled out why. Despite her distaste for new people she felt a pull to him, and a weight in her shoes keeping her in front of him, and some unknown confidence forcing her to keep a conversation.

“Well Nesta sorry about the spill,” he gestured to the front of her blouse. “I can let you borrow my jacket if you plan on staying longer.” Nesta wasn’t planning on staying longer, in fact she was about to leave before his drink found her skin.

“That would be great. I’d hate to run out on my sister during her grand opening.” She was rambling, Nesta never rambled. Something had possessed her, a demon who found pleasure in making her talk to Cassian. The same Cassian that was now taking the leather jacket off his back and resting it on her shoulders. She slipped her arms into the sleeves being overcome by warmth and a woodsy outdoor scent that matched this man perfectly.

“Your sister is the owner?” He asked sounding surprised. Nesta hoped it wasn’t at the fact a woman was operating this bar, it would ruin him completely and she didn’t want that.

“That’s surprising?” Nesta asked giving him a look that said he better be honest with her or he might lose a body part.

“I guess I wasn’t expecting you to be related to the bartender,” Cassian said pointing over his shoulder in the direction of where Feyre was standing. She looked over her shoulder and found her sister chatting the ear off of the same customer Nesta had seen her talking to before she left Elain alone.

“Most people don’t until they see our eyes,” she answered, thinking of how the blue-grey coloring was her last connection to both her mother and little sister.

“Can’t really tell with the lack of lighting,” Cassian answered waving his hand up at the ceiling where there was a limited number in lights.

“It is a bar, what else would you expect?” Nesta found herself teasing him, another thing she rarely did even with her sisters. Cassian chuckled, and it was a deep sound she never thought she could want to hear again.

“Very true,” he smiled at her and Nesta smiled back.

“I should go before my shirt is permanently stuck to my body.”

“Yeah you probably are getting uncomfortable.”

“I do have beer all over my chest and it’s not for pleasure.” Nesta didn’t know why she made the comment but it was too late to take it back now. Cassian’s eyes lit up with mischief though she doubted he would make a move unless he knew she truly wanted that.

“You’re into that kind of stuff?” he sounded intrigued by the idea rather than appalled. Nesta’s nippled hardened within her bra, the place between her legs tingling.

“You’ll never know,” she shrugged with a teasing smile. Nesta wanted him to know. She wanted to drag Cassian out of this bar and to her apartment where he could lick the beer off her body, and then other things too.

“Don’t you know you aren’t supposed to say that to a guy?” he teased back and she actually laughed, laughed. She hadn’t done that freely in she didn’t even know how long anymore.

“Who said I didn’t like playing hard to get too.” she was on a roll but it was time to wind it all down and go home so she could strip out of her clothes herself. Though Nesta had a feeling she would imagine her hands as his when she did so. “I’m going to say goodbye to my sisters and then head out.”

“I’ll walk you home,” Cassian offered. He wasn’t ready to leave her side almost as much as Nesta wasn’t ready to leave his. She should say no but she knew that wasn’t on the menu for the night.

“Wait here I shouldn’t be long.” He nodded and she headed to the booth where she had left Elain. She was talking to some guy with long red hair, smiling happily. Nesta had never seen the guy before and was immediately put on edge as she approached the duo.

“Nesta, you’re back!” Elain said as she smiled up at her older sister. “Where’d you get the jacket?” she frowned as she noticed the new piece of clothing Nesta had acquired.

“Doesn’t matter,” she shrugged the question off and her sister seemed to accept it by the way her shoulders dropped. “I just had a drink spilled on me but it’s no big deal. Anyway I’m headed home so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Elain nodded. “Good night Nesta,” she added as her sister began to turn away. Nesta looked back to return the sentiment but Elain had already turned back to the man next to her. She could only hope the night continued to go well for her.

“Feyre!” Nesta shouted to the new bartender pulling her away from the man she had been talking to most of the night. Nesta looked at him as his gaze turned to her. His eyes were violet, almost matching the color of the building’s sign. His hair had a blur or purple tint to it, but was pure darkness besides that. His skin was the same tone as Cassian’s, maybe slightly lighter but Nesta couldn’t tell in the dark.

“What’s up,” her sister said as she came to the side of the bar Nesta stood at. She was washing a glass with a wet rag. She watched Feyre for a moment before shaking her head and meeting the eyes that matched her own.

“I’m heading out,” she said pointing to the back door where she noticed Cassian stood by still waiting for her. “The hulking body over there spilled his drink on me and now wants to walk me home as an apology.” For some reason Nesta felt more comfortable sharing this with Feyre rather than Elain, maybe because she knew her youngest sister was more experienced with men than the other.

“That also where you got the jacket?” Feyre asked looking from Cassian to her sister with a smirk on her face. She wiggled her eyebrows at Nesta as she set the glass back on a shelf at her feet.

“Yes,” Nesta didn’t see the point in hiding that fact after she had shared everything else with her sister. Feyre smiled brighter, a smile Nesta had never seen directed at her, especially coming from her youngest sister.

“Well good for you sis.”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” the male towards the end of the bar chuckled drawing both the Archeron’s attention to him.

“Might want to tell my brother that,” he pointed to Cassian. “I think I can see his boner from here.” He took a sip of his drink with a smile that was really more of a suggestive smirk.

“He’s your brother?” Nesta asked incredulously. “You look nothing alike.”

“Not by blood,” the new stranger explained. “We grew up together along with another one of my friends who seems to have disappeared on me again.” The man turned on his stool looking around the bar, or what he could see of it at least. “Anyone seen a dashing fellow with his face glued to his phone?”

“‘Dashing fellow’?” Feyre questioned using air quotation marks as she said the phrase.

“I’ve been watching a lot of period dramas in my spare time,” he sighed as he turned back to the bar, taking another drink.

“Try reading them when you’re done,” Nesta told him.

“I’ll get a personal list from you.”

“Nesta,” she told him without a second thought. He gave her a quizzical look in response not yet understanding her meaning. “If I’m going to be giving you book recommendations in the future you should know my name.”

“In that case I’m Rhysand, Rhys for short.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake. She noticed his hand didn’t swallow hers as much as Cassian’s had and she kind of hated that it didn’t.

“I should get going,” Nesta said as she pulled her hand back. “The beer is really starting to stick and I’m beyond uncomfortable,” both Feyre and Rhys laughed at that. “Nice to meet you Rhys. Good night Feyre.”

“Try not to wake up your neighbors!” Feyre called out as she walked away. Without turning back Nesta flipped her sister off causing an uproar of laughter from both Feyre and Rhys. she shook her head as she headed for the back door where Cassian waited.

“Ready?” Cassian asked holding an arm out for her. She took and they began their journey without another word.

“I met your brother,” Nesta said as their feet met the sidewalk and the door to the bar closed behind them. “Rhys.”

“I’m sorry about that too,” she laughed at the joke smiling at him.

“Can I tell you something?” Nesta asked as her laughter died down.

“Sure.”

“I’m not usually comfortable with strangers,” she began. “Yet for some reason with you I am. It’s like I met you before.”

“You could have,” Cassian shrugged after a moment. “In another life that is.”

“You believe in that?”

“You don’t?”

“I suppose you might have a point.” Nesta smiled up at him and Cassian smiled down at her. The smiles didn’t disappear the whole way to here apartment, nor when they said good night and he headed home alone. They didn’t fade as both of them wrapped up in their beds and fell into a peaceful slumber.

(Let me know if you want to be tagged!)

94 notes · View notes

scintillating-galaxias · 4 years

Text

i’ll be the wind beneath your wings (ch. 5)

and here we are, the final chapter of my swap gift to @peppervl! i hope you liked your gift! (read it on ao3!)

The Day After Armageddon

Centuries passed. Humanity grew. The world morphed into something new and unrecognizable. The end of everything thundered on their doorstep and was sent away again. They lost—

I don’t need you.

— they found—

Lift home?

And somehow, the same angel and the same demon from six thousand years ago found each other in the storm.

You can stay at my place if you like.

They huddled together for refuge inside of Crowley’s flat, tired—so, so tired—but they could not rest yet. The War was over, but the battle was not.

“They aren’t going to be happy with us,” murmured Aziraphale. He still had enough energy to anxiously pace before Crowley, who was sprawled in his… throne? It certainly looked like a throne. “I mean—you saw Gabriel. He looked ready to smite me. And Beelzebub. Oh, we shouldn’t have antagonized them—”

Crowley listlessly stared at the ceiling as Aziraphale spoke, lazily swinging his sunglasses. “It was worth it, though,” he replied after a moment.

“I mean, of course, Gabriel’s face was priceless, but what are we going to do? They’ll send their armies after us as retribution for stopping their War!”

“Maybe.”

“Twenty million angels and demons. All after me and you.”

“That’s a big number, alright.”

“We might be put to death, even. I doubt we’ll get a trial, not after everything we’ve done.”

“Probably.”

“Crowley, this is serious! Why—?”

“Angel,” said Crowley. He sounded so weary, yet a small, crooked smile pushed its way across his face. “C’mere.”

Aziraphale came. Step by step, until he stood before Crowley and his smile. He held out his hand. Aziraphale took it and sighed shakily as Crowley squeezed it.

“I’m sorry,” Aziraphale mumbled. “I’m just—I’m scared. For us.”

“We’re going to be fine,” Crowley said, in such a soft but knowing way that Aziraphale could almost believe him right away.

Almost.

“I—appreciate the vote of confidence, but how?”

Crowley rubbed his thumb along Aziraphale’s knuckles. “We’ll come up with a plan, and it’ll work. We’re smarter than all of Heaven and Hell combined. Gabriel thinks he has something going on up there, but we all know that’s a load of tosh.” Aziraphale chuckled weakly. “And Beelzebub—they’re crafty, I’ll give ‘em that much, but they learned it all from me.”

“We can’t rely on wits—or lack thereof—alone!”

“And we won’t,” Crowley assured. “We’ve got something else, too.”

“And what may that be?”

“Time.” Crowley snapped his fingers. His throne morphed into a very cushy looking couch. He lightly tugged Aziraphale down. The red velvet cushions were precisely as plush as they appeared to be. “Beelzebub’s got to get all of their little minions in line again, and so does Gabriel. Dunno about angels, but demons are a rowdy bunch on a good day, and horrid little buggers on a bad one, and I would say this is a very bad day for Hell.”

“What are you implying?”

“I,” said Crowley, “am implying that they aren’t going to break down my front door in the next thirty seconds, and that we can relax.”

Aziraphale let out a long breath and slumped against Crowley’s side. “You’re right. I suppose I got myself rather worked up.”

“I’ll say. I thought you were supposed to be the rational one.”

“Goodness, no, have you met me? Weren’t you the one to stop time just earlier today?”

“...I panicked.”

“Oh, dear.” With the initial rush panic mostly washed away, Aziraphale felt empty. Like the tide had come in and taken everything with it when it went back out. “Well, it was impressive, nonetheless.”

Crowley barked a laugh. “Don’t ask me to do it again anytime soon. I think I’ll discorporate.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. You must be exhausted.”

“Could sleep for another hundred years,” Crowley said, and it was then that Aziraphale truly heard the exhaustion lacing his words.

“Well, maybe not that long,” said Aziraphale. “I’d be lonely with you, my friend.”

Crowley glanced at him, a knowing glimmer sparkling in the corners of his tired eyes. “Fine,” he said. “Until morning, then. But if you wake me up before eleven, you’ll have bigger problems than Heaven and Hell to worry about.”

Aziraphale huffed a laugh and bumped his head against Crowley’s shoulder. “Go on then. We can discuss our strategy over tea in the morning. I’ll keep myself entertained. I’m sure you have a book or two somewhere around here.”

Crowley nodded slowly. After a few seconds, he stood up and strode over to a wall. He put one palm on it, then turned back to Aziraphale. Crowley was never one to look his age, but now the lines around the corners of his eyes betrayed a sort of ancient weariness that only came with seeing the beginning and the end of the world in your lifespan. “I’ll see you in the morning, angel.”

It certainly sounded like goodnight. But there was an individual note of reluctance playing in Crowley’s voice that Aziraphale hesitated at.

“Yes,” he said instead of pressing it. “Have a good sleep.”

“...Yeah. G’night.”

He pushed on the wall. Part of it swung open like a revolving door, and Crowley went through it. Before it shut, Aziraphale swore he saw Crowley turning to look back.

And then the door shut and he was alone.

Aziraphale blew out a long breath and drummed his fingers on his knees. Some tea sounded nice right about now. Or hot chocolate. Crowley didn’t seem like the type of person that would keep a kettle around, or even a pot. Or tea bags. Or anything to make any drink. Did he even have a kitchen? He did say Aziraphale was free to explore…

Twenty minutes of poking about Crowley’s flat found him back in the living room with a couple of dusty books and a cup of coffee. As it turned out, Crowley did have a kitchen, but it looked so new and unused that it could have been photographed for an advertisement for a remodeling agency. Aziraphale almost felt bad for using it to make coffee, which was the only thing Crowley had in the cupboards. He wasn’t particularly fond of coffee, but he was desperate enough for something hot to drink to take it.

He sipped his coffee, grimacing at the taste. The flat was large, but there wasn’t much in it apart from some furniture and a few oddly specific art pieces. The sketch of Mona Lisa was particularly impressive. He’d only met the artist once, and that was when he went to get his portrait sketched with Crowley. Judging from the stories Crowley had told of him, da Vinci was quite the character. Aziraphale still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the vases. They were beautifully made, but they looked to be more like a last-ditch effort to make the place a bit more lived-in than actual decorations. The same was true for the books; the front covers were still glossy and stiff once he wiped the dust from them, and the spines crackled when he opened them up to read.

It took him almost an hour to get through the first chapter. It wasn’t that the content was dense. Even if it were, he’d become adept at processing even the most complex texts extraordinarily quickly. No, the issue was the anxiety shaking away in his mind. He pushed it aside for the first few pages, but as he went on, he couldn't but help pay more and more attention to it. It settled over him like an itchy robe and, as time went on, began to permeate his skin and gnaw on his bones.

Aziraphale frowned. It was the strangest sensation, but he could swear that this feeling didn’t belong to him. When he stressed, there was a discernible reason for it that he would hunt down and fix. This time, he couldn’t begin to make sense of what precisely the problem was.

If it wasn’t him, then…

Aziraphale gently shut his book. The half-full mug was left beside the couch as he got to his feet and took a few experimental steps towards the wall Crowley had gone through; the feeling immediately sharpened. He went to try and push open the same wall Crowley walked through. It opened startlingly easily, and Aziraphale was nearly hit in the behind by the door as he fell through it. He steadied himself and surveyed the… greenhouse?

Dozens of gorgeous tropical plants filled the room with colorful lush leaves and vibrant flowers. Some were enormous and nearly brushed the glass ceiling with their stalks, while others were much smaller and remained in plastic pots on small tables. For some reason, all of them appeared to be shivering slightly. Crowley clearly took excellent care of them. Aziraphale would have to tell him so later.

After a few more seconds of gawking, he happened to glance upon a corridor. At the end was another statue. This one appeared to be two winged figures on top of each other and… wrestling. Definitely wrestling.

Uncomfortable, Aziraphale swiftly decided to move on. The prickliness morphed into thorniness, and he was extraordinarily gentle as he knocked on a closed door in a hallway off to the left of the statue.

“Crowley?” he called softly. “Are you in here?”

For a moment, there was no reply. Then came a faint, “Yeah.”

“May I come in?”

“Yeah.”

He pushed open the door and entered. He could immediately tell that this was where Crowley spent most of his free-time. More tastefully positioned art decorated the walls, and there was a desk off to the right covered with random objects: more plants, quills, a doll, a few stones, a pocket watch, and even a glittering sapphire. Souvenirs from throughout the ages, he realized. He knew because he had an extraordinarily similar setup at the bookshop. Or rather, he used to have one.

Across from the desk, an enormous four-poster bed dominated the room. A mountain of red covers was piled on top of the bed. Barely visible from one end of it was Crowley.

“I was thinking,” started Crowley without prompting. “I was thinking, what if it all goes tits up? I know I’m a hypocrite, angel, but I can’t stop it.”

Aziraphale began to toe off his shoes.

“I mean—They’ve got usss cornered. We know they’re coming. They know we know they’re coming.”

Aziraphale hung his coat on a newly formed coat hook on the back of the door.

“We could run away. They’ll probably find us. And then I guessss we could run again? And then that’s it. Zilch. No miracle’s getting usss out of this.”

Aziraphale came over to the bed and neatly slid himself beneath the covers. Crowley did not pause even pause once during his rant.

“I mean—twenty million! Twenty million angels and demonsssss—ugh, demons, can do a bloody lot of damage to Earth without an apocalypse! And—oh shit, what about Adam and hisss lot? Satan’s not gone, you know, but since Adam’s renounced Him as his father, He can—ngk, shsp—I dunno, kill him? Can He do that?”

“I doubt the Almighty would allow something so dreadful to happen to an innocent child,” Aziraphale soothed.

Oh, ‘cos She’s got such a spotless track record with children.” Finally, Crowley turned his head to look at Aziraphale. “I thought you were supposed to be reading?”

“You think awfully loudly when you’re stressed, my dear.”

“Oh. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, my dear.” Obviously, Aziraphale was not pleased about Crowley’s distress, but secretly, it did bring him some relief to know he wasn’t overreacting. “What’s bothering you?”

“What’s—What’s bothering me? Nothing. I’m unbotherable.”

“Mm. Then what’s all this about the Lord of the Underworld and young Adam?”

“Some worm in my brain,” Crowley muttered. He crossed his arms and frowned down at the bed covers.

“Well, tell it to stuff it,” Aziraphale said. Crowley snorted. “I’m serious. You should listen to your own advice some time. Everything you told me not half an hour ago is still as true now as it was then. We have wits, we have time, and”— he pulled the scrap of Agnes’ prophecy he’d caught from his pocket—“we have Agnes.”

“What’s she got to do with this?”

Aziraphale handed the scrap over for Crowley to read.

“Playing with fire…” Crowley said after a few minutes. His eyebrows were making a brave attempt at escaping into this hairline. “Probably means literal Hellfire. I don’t have a clue what the rest is supposed to mean.”

“Neither do I,” Aziraphale admitted. “But I believe interpretations of four-hundred-year-old prophecies should wait until morning. We already agreed stressing over any plans now will do neither of us any favors.”

“Right.” Crowley flipped the paper over, then gave it back to Aziraphale. “Erm. Are you staying here then, or…?”

“Oh—I can go, if you’d like, I just thought you’d like some company—”

“No, it’s fine. Um. If you’re staying, then…” he trailed off into an unintelligible mumble.

Aziraphale slightly furrowed his brow. “What was that?”

“Wiyouhepwimywings?

“What about your wings?”

Crowley turned a shade of red that matched spectacularly with his covers. “Blast it all, will you help me with my wings? Just until I fall asleep?”

Aziraphale smiled and beckoned Crowley to come closer. He scooted over, turned his back on him, and in the next instant, Aziraphale found himself spitting out a mouthful of Crowley’s feathers.

“You could have warned me,” he groused, picking down off of his tongue.

Crowley made an apologetic noise that somehow did not sound at all apologetic. Aziraphale rolled his eyes and began working his fingers through the feathers. They were in excellent condition as always, so Aziraphale was mostly undoing Crowley’s work so that he could do it again. Judging by how he leaned back more and more into Aziraphale’s hands with each stroke, he didn’t mind.

The scars had healed up wonderfully, Aziraphale noticed. The bumps were nearly undetectable by his touch. The old, damaged set of feathers were replaced entirely, having been through a few molts at this point. Aside from a few telling ridges from healed broken bones and slightly thinner patches of feathers, he could believe nothing terrible had happened that day.

“It seems you’re doing well,” Aziraphale commented.

“Mmhmm. Thanks to you, mostly.”

He smiled. “Is your right wing still bothering you?”

“A bit. Could you…? Mm, thanks.”

Aziraphale gently rubbed slow circles into Crowley’s wing with his thumbs. If one listened hard enough, they would be able to hear the footsteps of the building’s other residents. Occasionally, a burst of laughter or a shout would make it through the concrete walls. They quickly faded out, and they’d be left alone with the quiet sounds of their breathing and the rustling of feathers.

An hour went by in companionable silence, until Aziraphale uttered, “Crowley?”

A few seconds passed. Then, in a voice roughened by sleep, “Yeah?”

“Could I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“The night you were injured, and you came to the bookshop… why did you come to me if you were so adamant about leaving?”

Crowley’s brow twitched. “I thought—Wait, you don’t remember?”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever asked before.”

“Huh. Oh, shit, that’s what I forg—I mean. Of course. Must be thinking of something else.” Crowley coughed. “Uh. Okay, so I escaped, got a little fucked up by Hastur’s cronies, and well… I was paranoid. Can you blame me?” Aziraphale resumed stroking Crowley’s wing while he waited for him to go on. “And… I figured you were the best choice. I didn’t want to die. I’d be stuck Down there with Hastur for Satan knows how long. But once I got there, I didn’t—I wasn’t sure if you’d pick your duties as an angel or—or something else.” Or me. Aziraphale’s heart dropped.

“I—I won’t lie to you,” he admitted. “You were correct. I wasn’t sure. I almost didn’t want to use any miracles on you. I still feel guilty about that.”

Crowley nodded slowly as the words rolled over him. He didn’t look hurt, but he didn’t seem surprised either. “But you wound up helping me anyway, and I figured it was just because, well, y’know, he’s an angel, angels help people. And demons. Couldn’t believe it. So when I woke up and I just—I was convinced that wasn’t what you actually wanted. I still thought it was an obligation. And well, you had made your points about our natures enough that I figured getting caught out was the last thing you wanted. I wanted to get out so they wouldn’t find us both.”

Aziraphale bit the inside of his cheek. “I was worried I’d done something wrong.”

“No, no. I just—you said you wanted to help, but I wasn’t sure if that was out of obligation or not, but I didn’t want you to get in trouble either way and—yeah. It was weird.”

“Again, you were right.” Aziraphale stroked his hair apologetically. “I’m an angel, and there was likely a divine instinct to take you in. I was hurt, you know, when you told me as much. Not because it’s true, but because I wanted to help you. You are, more than anything, more than either of our natures, more than Hell was to you or what Heaven meant to me, you are my dearest friend.” Aziraphale leaned over to make sure Crowley was meeting his eyes. “I knew the risks, and they were worth taking if it meant I could save you.”

“Oh.”

“Crowley, I am”—his breath caught—“I am so sorry I made you feel that way. You’re my best friend. I would never let anything happen to you.”

“I—That’s—The sentiment’s mutual, angel.” And then Crowley did something that surprised them both; he turned and tightly hugged Aziraphale around the middle. He squeezed tightly, burrowing his head into Aziraphale’s chest. “Thank you,” he mumbled. His breath puffed warmly through Aziraphale’s shirt.

Aziraphale wiggled his hands free from Crowley’s wings and placed one on the back of his head, and the other just under his wings. Then, he brought out his wings and and curled them around the two of them. They stayed like that for a moment, sharing closeness and warmth and something else that was indescribable, but it was warm, and it was safe.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he murmured, pressing his lips to Crowley’s head. “Now let’s get some rest, my dear. We have our biggest day yet ahead of us.”

#peppervl #goholidayswap #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #im not gonna use every single tag this time #ibtwbyw #my writing #queerplatonic relationship

3 notes · View notes

highkeylola · 5 years

Text

July 5

So, decided that i was going to start blogging again because honestly my mind is always full of ideas. And i mean sometimes my days aren’t that interesting, but oh well. i was writing in a journal but i think i’ll just type and listen to music instead. do i think it’s weird to post what i do or think on the daily? not really. i don’t even think people would read this it’s just for my own entertainment. Plus i read that if there’s something you want to do then just do it, maybe it’s your calling to do something great.

I went to slickables today and had my usual: rocky road ice cream, funfetti + chocolate chip cookie. Super yummy. it was sort of hot (AZ weather) but it wasn’t too bad.

Work was okay. It was slow for a friday. people were decent so i guess it was dope. Had to stay a bit later which was no biggie. I was straight chilling making cane sauce :( Caryn, my gm, made my day; she’s cool. ***i should probably sleep but i like this.

Nooootttt sure if i’ve mentioned it through some quotes here on tumblr buuuutttt i do have a boyfriend! Crazy right. idk i feel like after everything that happened with Tom it’s been rough (love life). Yeah i’ve dated here and there after everything that happened between him and i. but i definitely feel like i made myself believe that i was into someone but as soon as they would do something i wasn’t into, i’d completely back off. Which does bother me b/c it sounds selfish & i’m sure it is. but i wasn’t right nor giving myself the time to figure out what it is that i really wanted. After months of wishing he would reach out to me i sort of just realized that just because you want something to happen so bad doesn’t mean you can put your life at a hault for it. life moves on, so you have to to. that was hard for me to figure out at the time. but time passed by, things are different. i used to think about him everyday no matter if my day was the shittiest or the best. The thought of him never seemed to slip my mind. i’m sure that is what sincere love is. Even though he never reached out & obvi i wouldn’t see him i still thought about him. That slowly started to go away. Maybe about a few weeks ago.

i feel more content with where i am now. I feel like relationships definitely serve as experiences to see what you do or don’t want and what is right and wrong, how to treat someone. right. With Dom i just get afraid of him not being there one day because of something dumb i said or did so i feel like he deserves all the respect in the world. i haven’t lied to him nor have i showed him a fake version of myself. i just always want to see him happy tbh. he’s such a sweet guy and so cool to be around with. he’s honestly the best. Handsome. pretty smile. nice curly brown hair. deep green eyes. literally whenever i look into his eyes i get all these feelings. like nothing else on the planet matters but him. No ones perfect but he’s super close to it.

And yea i must admit, i don’t think about tom anymore. And when i say his name it doesn’t have such a deep feeling to it as it used to. i’m not going to say Dom made me not feel anything for him anymore because i feel like it’s not right to say someone replaced someone else. and that’s not what happened. Dom was there when i was healed and i didn’t expect to feel again so soon. maybe it’s a bit crazy because we haven’t known each other for so long but it’s like he once told me. if you feel something then it’s just the way you feel, don’t be afraid to show or say it. And i don’t want to sound like i’m crazy. So i should chill. I feel like the way i talk about Dom sounds a bit crazy at times but damn. if only y’all knew how my heart feels when he’s around. feels like a butterfly fluttering.

Here’s a heart felt LANY track to end this night.

0 notes

diabetescareprices · 6 years

Text

Fitness with Diabetes: Three Tools to Understand About

Getting active and staying fit is one of the enormous continuing challenges of living with diabetes. Obviously, non-D folks struggle with it also, but having a “manual embryo” complicates things.

Unsurprisingly, the business and also mHealth world have caught on and are developing a bevy of innovative technologies and software designed to help us PWDs (people with diabetes) get coordinated and motivated regarding fitness.

Two intriguing programs we have learned about lately are FitScript and Fit2Me, and naturally we can not overlook all of the news and excitement about FitBit nowadays.

FitScript – with all the World’s First D-Exercise Clinic

FitScript is now an extremely innovative program established in Connecticut that unites the usage of online multi-media programming and also in-person exercise training in a centre called the Diabetes Training Center at New Haven CT, touted as “the world’s very first exercise practice devoted solely to diabetes prevention and treatment.”

As we know it, they’re trying to create “a new model for encouraging exercise” by giving PWDs access to both high quality electronic media training stuff, and a genuine gym staffed with specialists knowledgeable on diabetes. They operate with everyone from serious athletes who have type 1 diabetes to newly diagnosed type two who are expecting to get started being physically active — offering structured advice that starts with checking blood glucose prior to, during and after exercise.

FitScript’s creator Charlie O’Connor is “one of us,” diagnosed with type 1 during his senior of high school in November 1996.

His diagnosis was rather dramatic; he had been behind the wheel one day and realized he had “tunnel vision.” He couldn’t see to drive safely, and actually pulled out right in front of another car pushing him in an intersection. Luckily, the other driver swerved to prevent an accident. However, Charlie understood something was wrong, so he headed to the nearby emergency room, where he shared his classic symptoms and has been granted his identification.

Initially, he states he murdered the feelings and tried to put on a brave face, but he had been not struggling. Eventually, after years, Charlie recognized he had to make a few changes in his own life and perform better. He started investigating and creating his own exercise schedule in 2010, before finally deciding (thanks to a proposal from his doctor!) To bring it to the remainder of the D-Community. He also established the FitScript at 2013.

Charlie says each of the online streaming and DVD video content they offer relies “thousands of hours of real exercise” in the Diabetes Training Center, which his team recorded and used to develop this program that anyone can utilize and fine-tune to their own life. The results they have seen include A1C reductions, additional time in sugar range, weight loss, and decreases in insulin resistance rates, he states. The T1D-specific sessions also assist PWDs know how to prevent hypos during exercise, whereas the T2 and pre-diabetes sessions concentrate more on general exercise clinics and emphasize BG checks.

People today come to them through referrals from the Yale Diabetes Center along with other endo centers in Connecticut, but FitScript can really be prescribed by any other healthcare provider for either online or in-person access, Charlie tells us.

“Our final purpose is to be a source for those who have diabetes to attain their fitness goals. To this end, we offer the advice, support, training and authentic content to support those goals,” Charlie says. Of course they’re also working on mobile software, so people can begin using FitScript stuff on the move.

Fit2Me – Pharma Supports Lifestyle Improvement

Since we walked the Exhibit Hall floor in the significant diabetes conference in Boston in early June, we couldn’t help but notice the enormous display setup by AstraZeneca boosting its Fit2Me program.

It is a totally free personalized lifestyle and fitness coaching program the Pharma firm started last Fall for people with type 2 (but actually, the theories can apply to anyone looking to become healthy and fit). Entertaining to see Pharma extending to the company of encouraging lifestyle modifications.

It is basically an app that can be employed on a mobile phone or tablet device, but the firm speculates that this is the only diabetes service program that provides “digital trainers” to help you though the process and celebrate successes along the way.

The whole theme is that each person with diabetes is exceptional and there’s no cookie-cutter way for them to get fit or maintain shape, therefore this program fine-tunes the particulars for each person. Basically, it allows you to create a customizable “diabetes treatment plan” fitting to your own personal likes and dislikes, if you enjoy particular foods and forms of actions and respective procedures of assistance.

Here’s a snapshot of what is available in Fit2Me — the four columns, if you may:

Food — Fit2Me has a database of over 10,000 diabetes-friendly recipes, based on criteria in the American Diabetes Association. After inputting likes and dislikes when it comes to cuisine and ingredients, people receive their own customized recipe selections letting them decide on one meal or produce a weekly meal program.

Task — Fit2Me has a database of over 500 physical pursuits and concentrated exercises, the majority of which have movies using step-by-step directions. Users can personalize an action program based on their activity level and tastes, with exercises which range from “lifestyle” to aerobic, strength and flexibility.

Support Team — Fit2Me joins each user using a digital coach (diabetes educators working remotely), whose responses to questions can help program and celebrate successes. It is possible to select from numerous electronic coaches based on their preferences, to make certain you’re paired with all the an individual that is best-suited to inspire them.

Treatment Support — Fit2Me features medication and appointment alarms, a blood sugar tracker, along with a “personalized treatment kit” that includes information about type 2 diabetes and treatment options from AstraZeneca that they can discuss with their doctor (aahh, the advertising play).

Presently AZ is offering a bonus to folks using the Fit2Me program through August 31; you can accumulate points based on being active and creating positive outcomes, and then utilize those factors to put in a sweepstakes to get a opportunity to win one of 600 prizes, including items such as a Pampered Chef Micro-Cooker plus a Monster Fitness Premium Exercise Mat.

Good job adding from the carrot, there.

FitBit – Super-Popular Tracker Gadget

This uber-popular wearable exercise tracker was dominating the news lately, as going public has left them the highlight of most consumer news stories in recent weeks. And no: Bloomberg seems pretty certain the Apple Watch is not likely to kill FitBit. Looks like Fitbit has a huge future ahead of it. And I will admit, I’m a fan.

Now that I have joined the masses into monitoring my action, I receive the charm: it is about me, keeping tabs on the amount of steps I’m taking each day and getting motivated. The latest FitBit One device is about the size of a thumb-drive, also that I either stash it into my pocket or utilize a rubber band to hook it onto my belt.

I’m not jump right into the challenges to walk miles upon miles and miles overcome out friends that are also utilizing FitBit. Nope, I just need to be more energetic than I’ve been. So, I put an initial goal of trying to walk at least a mile each day, which according to my early analysis is about 2,100-3,000 steps every day.

Mostly, this involves walking the dog around the area. We’ve got a couple loop-like streets in our community, and the larger of those two is really a mile. But sometimes on lazier times or in poor weather, I wind up taking the shorter .6-mile stroll.

In addition, it is amazing so see just how many steps I take (a couple hundred) each day walking around my home during the workweek.

I like how FitBit automatically uploads the most recent information to my Android phone, supposing Bluetooth is around, and then I can use the smartphone app to closely review my exercise information, compare it with my own blood sugar trends, and even share this info with friends (using that #FitBit hashtag) and — even when I chose to — get going on challenges to compete for better fitness.

Obviously, I have read the testimonials and comprehend FitBit’s tracking of measures is not assumed to be taken as gospel. It isn’t spot-on, and you should not assume — exactly like you should not chase blood sugar numbers to a CGM, but instead for trending to know where you’re BGs are heading.

Nonetheless, the whole point of using this technology (or even a portal site, or multi-media program,etc.) would be to get motivated, and after a couple weeks, that is occurring more frequently than not, like me personally.

So it seems the business of creating solutions that make people moving — particularly with diabetes — has a bright future.

What say you, Diabetes Community: What’s in your list of useful exercise tools, apps, or even motivators?

Disclaimer: Content created by the Diabetes Mine team. For additional information click here.

Disclaimer

This content is made for Diabetes Mine, a customer health blog centered on the diabetes community. The content isn’t medically examined and doesn’t stick to Healthline’s editorial instructions. To find out more about Healthline’s venture with Diabetes Mine, please click here.

Written by on Nov 24, 2017

Written by on Aug 24, 2017

Written by on October 25, 2017

Source

https://www.healthline.com/diabetesmine/little-bit-fitness-your-life-diabetes

from Diabetes Care Prices http://www.diabetes-care-prices.com/fitness-with-diabetes-three-tools-to-understand-about/

0 notes

easyweight101 · 7 years

Text

Coluracetam Review: Don’t Buy Before You Read This!

What is it?

Coluracetam is a nootropic substance from the racetam family. This substance is thought to be useful in treating anxiety and depression, as well as memory and learning.

Coluracetam works by increasing choline uptake into the neurons and increases the level of acetylcholine in the brain—thereby giving users better communication between cells in the brain and nervous system. Additionally, Coluracetam may also help repair damaged brain cells.

Our reviewers have looked at all kinds of products from nootropics and herbs to prescription drugs, and have found Memotenz best provides a solution to brain fog, memory and learning through a blend of safe and potent ingredients. Looking to improve your cognitive abilities? Click here to learn how Memotenz can help.

Do You Know the Best Brain Enhancement Supplements of 2017?

Coluracetam Ingredients and Side Effects

Coluracetam is a singular ingredient, so there’s not much there in terms of a specific formula. Here’s a quick look at the benefits and risks you can expect from taking Coluracetam:

Coluracetam

Coluracetam: A member of the racetam family of nootropics, Coluracetam is derived from piracetam and is used primarily in addressing issues associated with how the brain processes visual information.

Coluracetam gets its name from its ability to improve eyesight, making colors and shapes look more vibrant and sharp.

At this time not much is known about this substance, though it’s becoming more widely used as nootropics in general have become more popular. Coluracetam is thought to help improve memory and cognitive function, as well as help users more easily learn new information.

Additionally, it may be used to help people suffering from conditions like anxiety and depression, and is thought to help users gain a sense of peace and overall wellbeing.

Most people looking to use this product as a smart drug take it with choline, as the combination of the two substances helps the brain produce more acetylcholine in the brain, allowing for improved communication between cells.

Not much is known about the side effects of coluracetam, but most racetams may cause headaches or fatigue, especially as the effects start to wear off.

Our definitive guide to the best brain products on the market – click here for the full list.

EDITOR’S TIP: Combine this product with a proven brain enhancement supplement such as Memotenz for better results.

Coluracetam Quality of Ingredients

Coluracetam is a relatively new nootropic. Derived from piracetam, this product was only invented back in 2005, and since then, has not been studied in great detail. With nootropics becoming ever more popular, scientists are starting to take a closer look, but at this point, there’s not much information regarding risks, side effects or if there’s any adverse effects associated with long term use.

At this point in time, it appears to have a fairly low risk of negative side effects and may have some benefits. Users taking this product for depression or anxiety may experience long standing benefits, even after the Coluracetam leaves the system.

Unfortunately, we don’t have too much information about the cognitive or memory-related benefits of Coluracetam. It certainly has some potential, but it’s clear from doing a bit of research, the more common uses for this product relate more to visual processing rather than the complete cognitive package.

Those considering taking Coluracetam may want to look into taking something to supplement this product like choline or an herbal supplement also offering benefits for the brain.

Learn new skills and remember more details, just like when you were younger – click to learn more about the supplements you should be taking.

The Price and Quality of Coluracetam

Coluracetam is a bit difficult to find for sale, as regulations for selling nootropics, at least in the United States, are a bit murky. First of all, the FDA hasn’t quite figured out if nootropics are considered drugs or dietary supplements, and as a result, they are not available from your typical supplement retailers.

Amazon was selling a variety of nootropics not too long ago, but it seems most of them are currently unavailable. You can, however, find Coluracetam for sale on places like nootropicsdepot.com, as well as a handful of other nootropics-dedicated retailers.

Nootropics Depot is currently offering this substance for $68.99 for a 5-gram jar, $18.99 for a single gram, and $13.99 for a half a gram.

According to a few websites we came across, dosing for Coluracetam ranges widely, with users generally using between 20 and 200 mg per day, making it hard to assess whether this is an affordable solution for shoppers.

Get the most out of your brain – our guide to the best nootropics right here.

Business of Coluracetam

One of the few sellers of Coluracetam is a nootropics company known as Nootropics Depot, which specializes in the sale of a variety of nootropics powders and capsules. Here is their contact information below.

Email: [email protected]

Address: Phoenix, AZ

The Nootropics Depot website offers a lot of good information about nootropics for people looking to buy them for their own personal use. Unlike some of the premade stacks, the idea of buying items like Coluracetam in powder form gives users the ability to customize the right smart drugs for them, which is likely appealing to certain people predisposed to want to do some research and experimentation.

The site itself looks fairly nice and well-designed. There’s very little contact information, aside from an email, and a brief mention that this company is headquartered in Phoenix, AZ. Unfortunately, there also not much information listed from users who have dealt with this company, nor is there a listing on the Better Business Bureau’s webpage.

Coluracetam is also sold through a number of other retailers, but many of them claim this item is no longer available.

EDITOR’S TIP: For the best results, our experts recommend using brain enhancement supplements for at least 3 months. Save your money by buying a few bottles at once.

Customer Opinions of Coluracetam

Reviews for Coluracetam were mixed, though there were almost no reports of people who felt as though this product helped them with memory, cognition or productivity like other racetams typically do. Here’s a look at some of the opinions shared online by people who have tried Coluracetam:

“The effects of taking Coluracetam are so minimal, I’m not sure that the results are a placebo effect, or if there’s something working. I don’t think it’s worth the price.”

“This is one of the worst tasting racetams I’ve tried, but it does provide this cool, color enhancement effect. Not much as far as productivity goes, but it does help you visualize things more easily.”

“The effects of Coluracetam are almost too subtle for it to be worth the effort and the price. I might experiment with different stacks to see if anything changes, but I’m not totally sold at this point.”

“Coluracetam is a good mood-boosting racetam. I stack it with phenylpiracetam and have been pleased with the effects. Definitely feeling happier, and feel content doing simple tasks I’d normally find boring.”

The results we found were certainly interesting. It’s worth noting we didn’t some across any users who experienced feeling any adverse effects with use, but there were a high number of reviewers who seemed underwhelmed with the results they got from taking Coluracetam.

While it seems like this product does help users boost their moods, as well as visual processing information. It seems that this product may not be all that effective for cognitive enhancement, but again, this substance has not been studied as widely as other racetams, due to the fact that it’s only been available for a little over a decade.

A quick look at the supplements that’ll make you feel smarter, happier and more productive – read more here.

Conclusion – Does Coluracetam Work?

After taking a look at Coluracetam, we wouldn’t recommend this product to users looking for the type of nootropic that can help with work, study or other tasks that require intense focus and concentration.

This product is geared more toward people that need help with visual processing, which could be a benefit for some users, but it’s not necessarily the type of “smart drug” people are looking for. In fact, there’s little evidence that Coluracetam is really useful in helping users feel energized and productive, or see a big boost in memory retention.

There seems to be some evidence that his product can help users suffering from anxiety and depression, but at this point, little is known about this particular substance and the full scope of its risks and benefits.

After looking closely at Coluracetam, we’d recommend looking for another solution if you’re considering a nootropic or another type of supplement aimed at improving brain health and function. It may certainly be worth including in a stack, but on its own, we’re not sure that consumers will get the results they are looking for.

After looking at al kinds of supplements promising improved cognitive function, we recommend users try Memotenz, a supplement designed to help improve memory, learning and a sense of mental clarity. Users can expect to feel sharper and more productive, without the crash you’ll find in other brain-boosting supplements.

Memotenz has undergone clinical testing and is subject to routine third-party inspections in an effort to ensure users get a safe and effective product. See what Memotenz can do for your brain – click here to learn more.

from Easy Weight Loss 101 http://ift.tt/2oSWUA4 via The Best Weight Loss Diet In The World

#sticky #hcg diet south africa #hcg diet injections #hcg diet drops

0 notes