#cassian in winter

[lalacliffthorne]

christmas with the modern!batboys!roommates - as headcanons 💕

because there's way too much I wanna talk about to just put it into a meek lil drabble!!! and I actually can't wait for christmas now. 🎄

merry christmas ya filthy animals 🎀

it's about halfway through November when you decide on spending your Christmas at the flat

reason is the fact that all of your three roommates will, for once, also be staying for the holidays

usually, Rhys is forced into an awkward, stilted celebration with his father that mostly consists of very tense dinners, coffees and him trying to flee to his room for as much time as possible

Azriel always visits his mother, and Cassian usually either stays at the flat or visits the orphanage he spent half of his childhood in to help with the kids

but this year, Rhys' father isn't even in the country because of some business deal

Rhys jumps at the opportunity to avoid one awful holiday and decides to not go with him and instead spend christmas at the flat

Azriel's mother is seeing someone new who invited her to spend the holidays in the mountains

Az really doesn't want to be third-wheeling, so he, too, decides to stay home

(you're a bit surprised he's so unbothered about his mother dating someone new

he is quite protective of her

but then again, Az is quicker than even Mor at stalking someone on the internet

and out of all of you, has probably the best intuition when it comes to people

which means the new guy seems to have passed all the first hurdles)

Cassian doesn't let it show too much bc he doesn't want them to feel bad about how things usual go

but you can tell he's beyond happy to have them there

Mor's also staying in town and will be over for Christmas Eve

you usually always go home for the holidays

but sometimes, it´s time for new traditions, right?

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?"

Your voice rises over the sound of the movie, and with a curious look, Rhys turns it on mute before looking your way, Cassian, lounging in one of the armchairs, doing the same when you worm yourself out of Azriel's arms where you have been curled up for the past half an hour, barely paying any attention to the TV.

You can feel Azriel's eyes on the side of your face when you grin sheepishly.

"I - I think I'm gonna stay here as well for Christmas."

Cass crunches his brows in surprise. "What about your family, don't you go home usually?"

"Yeah." Rhys grins. "Won't you be missed?"

You huff at him.

"They might come here for a few days during the holidays, but -" You shrug and grin at them. "I don't know, I feel like I want to stay here this year." You frown in thought. "Would be weird to just leave you all here."

Cassian starts grinning toothily, and just that would have convinced you that this is definitely the right decision. But then you turn your head and find Azriel staring at you, the golden spots in his eyes seeming to twinkle in the warm light, and your heart does a flip.

Yep. Definitely worth it.

and with that and the knowledge that all of you will be spending Christmas at the flat together - you decide on going all in.

everything starts with the flat.

it's your home, your place to be after all

and it deserves to be spruced up and decked to completion

which is why it becomes first thing on your big Christmas list

because the boys usually don't spend the holidays at the flat, there aren't really any decorations in storage down in the basement

so the next Saturday, you and Rhys hit the high street and every place in town needed for the perfectly decorated flat

you get fir garlands and fairylights, together with an unholy amount of candles

in a concept store next to the café where you take a much needed break around lunchtime, you find funky glass baubles

(you make sure you take the black camera and one of the motorcycles)

in another store, you find big stars made out of thick paper for the windows, even light up ones, along with stockings and some candleholders for the big dining table in the living room

(because of course there will be a ridiculous amount of food, if the way Rhys has been buried in cookbooks for the past few days is any indication)

you even get a new set of dishware

on the market, you score some big wreaths

Rhys buys mistletoe; so much, you're wondering whether he wants to plaster the whole house

you get ribbons and wrapping paper, festive cookie cutters, trinkets and more candles -

then, the next morning, Rhys turns up the Christmas music, and you get to decorating

because Cassian is tallest, he is tasked with anything that involves hanging things up the second he steps through the front door

fastening garlands and fairylights to the doorways, putting up the light up stars you got for the windows and the one for your room that fits its colorscheme

and hanging up the mistletoe

you place garlands over the mantle of the fireplace, together with fairy lights and candles

the window sills get the same treatment, while outside, Rhys fights with a long string of tangled lights to wrap around the balustrade of the balcony and the bushes

for safety reasons, the stockings are hanging underneath one of the windows and not above the fireplace

(you don't want any accidents involving burning stockings)

you found some pillow cases and a cozy blanket for the couches that fit the theme, and the coffee table is decorated with more candles and a wreath with bows you tied meticulously

you even set up the big dining table in the living room, with more garlands and candles and some of the baubles, and the new dishware

(you rarely use that table because you always eat in the kitchen anyway, so it can stay like that until the holidays)

the bookcases get covered in fairylights and little trinkets, the mirror gets a stole of fir

you're hanging up the biggest of the wreaths with a big red bow at the front door of the flat when Azriel comes home

the corner of his mouth kicks up when he sees you, some glitter on your face, a black bow in your hair and beaming at him

and his eyes actually twinkle a little when he sees the decorated flat

Cassian is positively buzzing with happiness when he hangs up the final wreath in the kitchen window

Rhys has hung some fir branches over the table, with some baubles and ornaments dangling from them and candles sitting on the wooden tabletop

every room smells like pine and firewood and it makes your heart skip with happiness

Rhys smirks and drops his arm onto your shoulder

"not bad, darling. not bad at all."

and with that, the festive time between decorating and the actual holidays begin

and you plan to enjoy every second

one of the first days of December, all of you embark on the most important mission of all:

finding the perfect tree

there's a pop up outdoor place selling trees a little walk away from the flat

Rhys, extravagant as usual, wants to take the huge fir tree right at the entrance

you manage to convince him that even though your apartment does have very nice high ceilings, a tree the width of both Cassian and Azriel combined would be just a little over the top

Cassian votes for a slightly crooked specimen that's about two feet taller than him

("it's got character.")

in the end, Azriel is the one who finds the perfect one

"What about that one?"

Turning at the sound of Azriel's deep, calm voice, you slip past a bickering Rhys and Cassian, and Az looks down at you when you shiver happily and slide your cold hand into his pocket, curling yourself into his side.

It's gotten really freaking cold.

Squinting, you look up at the tree you're standing in front of. It's probably a foot taller than Cass, it's branches thick and close together and it's top just the tiniest bit crooked.

"Huh." You feel a smile slowly spreading over your face, turning your head without looking away from the tree. "Hey, dumb and dumber."

Azriel snorts softly.

"Who's who?" Cassian appears next to you, crunching his nose to suppress a sneeze as he offers you his elbow to hide your freezing hand in.

"If you gotta ask,", Rhys mumbles from Azriel's other side before dodging Cassian trying to kick his shin, his nearly violet eyes twinkling when he smirks.

Not you, you mouth up at Cass and earn yourself a wide grin and a wink.

"What about that one?" Azriel threads his fingers through yours in his pocket, nodding towards the tree in front of you.

Both Cassian and Rhys cock their heads to the side in unison.

"Hm." Rhys doesn't sound opposed like with every other tree that has crossed your way so far.

"It's big, but not too big, it's got character -" You shrug and look back and forth between them. "I think it's perfect."

"Let's check." Cassian lets go of you, and you're about to look up at him with a confused frown when strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet.

You squeak and sway and feel a deep chuckle against your back. You look up to find yourself face to face with the tree top, then you get slid back to your feet.

"Yup." Cassian straightens and pats your head. "Perfect height."

You scowl up at him.

"I mean, it's not as perfect as the first one -" Rhys gets cut off by three groans and snickers.

"But it's pretty close, so -"

"Thank God,", Azriel mumbles into your hair, and you giggle.

you go home with the tree and a white amaryllis that'll hopefully be in bloom by Christmas and that you want to use as centerpiece for the dining table

Cassian carries the tree like it's not a foot taller than him and probably just as heavy

that weekend, you put it up

Rhys and you bicker about the best way to detangle the ball of fairylights

by the time you're finished and turn towards the tree, Azriel holds up one end of the neatly laid out fairylights with a deadpan look

it takes some more bickering about the perfect way of wrapping the lights around the tree until the huge fir tree is twinkling from every angle

and then little by little, you distribute all the the baubles and ornaments evenly

Cassian is responsible for the top branches and you, begrudgingly, for all the ones at the bottom

the whole slightly chaotic endeavour is accompanied by the sound of Christmas music, hot chocolate and the crackling fireplace

when you're almost finished, Cassian lifts you up, completely ignoring your soft squeak, and Rhys hands you the tree topper

the golden star goes right on the top, and then you're done

that evening, you all just sit and stare at the tree

it's magnificent and slightly chaotic

really mirrors living in the flat, you think

and with the tree up, all the festive activities can truly begin

you bake gingerbread cookies, happy to huddle up in the warm kitchen as it progressively gets colder outside

you go gift shopping with Feyre and Mor, who get along like a house on fire

when Feyre drops you off at home after and helps you carry your bags upstairs, Rhys opens the door

you're pretty sure the blush in Feyre's cheeks does not stem from the cold

even as she huffs at Rhys' blatant flirting

you get dragged out for another round of gift shopping with Cassian a few days after

it ends with the two of you buying a dutch oven for Rhys and almost forgetting it on the Christmas market when you stop for mulled wine and food on the way home

since Feyre is going home for the holidays, you have a little celebration the second weekend of December

you kick the boys out of the flat for the evening

the two of you make a whole small roast, dancing around the kitchen to Christmas music and have dinner in the living room

the tree is lit, and the first presents have found their way under it, all wrapped up more or less craftfully

you watch classic christmas movies and eat on the couch

when the boys get back later that night, the both of you are so full and happy, Feyre actually beams at Rhys in passing

you think he might faint

after saying goodbye to Feyre at the door, you turn, and he still stands in the hall, looking a little dazed

when he glares at you like a silent "not a word", you grin and tackle him in a hug

bc

he's adorable

the day after (probably in an act of revenge on Rhys' side), the both of you engage in a gingerbread house building competition in your kitchen

there's Christmas music, hot chocolate and containers and bowls with icing and dozens and dozens of different decorations spread all over the counter while you set up camp at the kitchen table

when Cass and Azriel come back from the gym and their own Christmas shopping in the late afternoon, the kitchen is absolute chaos

and Rhys and you have switched from hot chocolate to mulled wine and are slightly tipsy

both Cass and Azriel lean into the doorframe, staring at Rhys and you as you giggle and bicker, trying to kick at each other under the table

you're a little dishevelled, wearing a pair of wide pyjama pants, fuzzy socks and a loose t-shirt, your hair a mess and specks of icing all over your nose

Rhys looks equally unkempt for once, slightly flushed and violet eyes twinkling as he grins, icing on his dark t-shirt

when evening rolls around, you're completely exhausted

but both of your houses are standing

they are a bit wonky

but very pretty

complete with white icing, windows made from melted candy, roof tiles and cotton candy for smoke rising from the chimneys

Mor, who drops by that evening, acts as impartial judge and rules a tie

neither you nor Rhys really are too bothered by it

you're mostly proud they've not collapsed into heaps yet

Rhys smushes your face between his sticky hands and leaves a smacking kiss on your forehead that ends the competition before calling dibs on the first shower

and Azriel decides, when you crawl onto the couch where he's already sprawled out on the cushions and bury yourself in his chest, your body aching and feeling sticky

that even though he doesn't really care for sweets

you smelling like gingerbread and icing could make him come around to it

he doesn't say it, but when he wraps his arms around you and drags you up his body, curling around you to bury his face in your t-shirt and humming, you decide that this is definitely becoming a tradition

(even tho the next few days, Rhys and you get nauseous at just the sight of anything sweet)

the closer you get to Christmas, the more giddy you get

Azriel takes every chance he gets to crowd you under one of the many twigs of mistletoe Rhys has snuck into every possible spot in the flat and kiss you until your heart nearly gives out and your knees are jello and you can feel his lips curve against yours

to be fair, the other two don't really hold back either

Cassian has the time of his life leaving smacking kisses on the cheeks and foreheads of whoever ends up under a sprig of mistletoe next to him

it's cause to different stages of crunched noses and huffs

from amused (Rhys) to fits of giggling (you and Mor) to grumbling (Azriel)

and Rhys likes to dramatically pretend he's about to smooch the shit out of you, sweeping you up and dipping you back and everything, causing you to break into fits of snickers and Azriel to roll his eyes

you're pretty sure to see his lips twitch tho

you go to the Christmas market a few more times

with Rhys, because he wants to sample every food that's sold there and you would never pass up a chance to eat and gossip

then with all the boys and Mor, on an icy cold evening, to look at the decorations all over the shops and drink mulled cider

it's so cold you're permantely glued to Azriel's side, your fingers laced with his in his pocket, your arm wrapped around his elbow

he lets you slide into his coat as far as possible when you're waiting for the hot beverages, his chin resting on your head when you bury your face in his chest, his lips pressing against your forehead when you peak up at him, nose pink from the cold

the way he's staring down at you makes your heart hop and swerve, and Azriel's lips twitch

then, a few days before Christmas, Mor turns up and takes you ice skating

it ends in giggles, the two of you holding onto each other and singing aloud to the Christmas music from the speakers

you get waffles and hot chocolate after and Mor drags you with her into several clothing stores because she still doesn't have an outfit for the celebrations

it's when you decide she's gonna sleep over on Christmas Eve

because the thought of her going home in the evening and then coming back on Christmas Morning is just ridiculous

and when you promise she can sleep in your bed, all by herself, Mor beams

"okay!"

(you'd be sleeping in Azriel's room anyway)

the boys don't mind

quite the opposite

Rhys actually huffs bc he didn't think of it earlier

you have Christmas movie nights, with snacks and gingerbread and hot chocolate, the tree glittering and the smell of pine making your heart skip happily

gingerbread decorating competitions

and evenings where the fire is crackling and you are curled up against Azriel on the couch, reading with his arm wrapped around your shoulder and lips absentmindedly pressing against your temple

and then the afternoon before Christmas Eve, you take advantage of having the flat all to yourself and lock yourself in your room to wrap all your presents

in the end, you're sitting on the floor, surrounded by paperscraps and bows, with sticky tape on your forehead and a small heap of presents in front of you

wrapped to the best of your abilities and carefully labelled

they go onto the growing pile of presents under the tree, and you award yourself with a bubble bath

(wrapping gifts is hard, okay?)

you got the Dutch Oven you bought for Rhys with Cassian, along with a pair of purple fuzzy socks (mostly so he stops stealing yours) and fancy pickles

the guy has weird interests

Cassian's boxing gloves have seen better days, so you and Mor got him a new pair, with his name embroidered in deep red stitching at the wrist

you also bought him a set of hair care, after he once accidentally used yours and was in awe about how soft it made his hair for a solid three days

for Mor, you found a small shop on etsy that makes custom jewellery with recycled materials

you got her a necklace with a little charm with a little deep red stone and a matching bracelet, both dainty and slim

as well as a kit for a fancy bubble bath

as for Feyre, she already got her present a few days before and now lugs it home with her

you and Mor bought her a set of fancy oil paints

you also got her two mugs

one says coffee

the other paint water

you hope it means she stops accidentally poisoning herself

as for Azriel

his gift makes your heart hop with nerves

on Christmas Eve, Mor comes over, and Rhys whips up a three course dinner

you eat in the kitchen, Mor and you occupying the couch and giggling into your wine glasses

then you move to the living room and watch Home Alone

at 11, you all suddenly feel the need to move

so you bundle up with coats and scarves and hats before piling out of the flat

outside, it's so cold, your breath rises in thick white clouds

you take a long walk around the neighbourhood, looking at the lights and decorations everywhere

some people have wrapped their outside trees and bushes in fairylights

some have hung stars that light up porches, balconies and windows

you're actually not the only ones on a walk

there are still quite a few people out, probably with the same idea as you

you walk next to Mor, your arms linked together and awing softly at the glimpses you catch at decorated living rooms and twinkling trees

Rhys and Azriel are behind you, talking quietly between themselves

and Cassian is walking a little bit ahead of you, sniffling against the cold air, ridiculously broad in his thick jacket, a hat pulled over his head and seemingly lost in thought

after a while, you let Mor fall back to the other two and catch up with him

shivering happily, you wrap your arm around his and bump your shoulder softly into his side

"you okay?"

your voice is soft, and when you look up at him, your heart does a little warm pulse

because Cassian, big, vibrant, boisterous Cassian is completely quiet and calm

he looks at the houses with the lights and the twinkling trees in the living rooms, and one corner of his lips tips up gently

"yeah."

as you're staring up at him, something's suddenly swelling in your chest, making it hard to breathe

bc for one second, the only thing you see is a very little Cassian, alone in an orphanage on Christmas

you really try not to allow the sudden pressure behind your eyes to surface

but then Cassian looks down at you and gently bumps his elbow into your side, grinning softly

"got my family."

and that pressure spills over and with it the tears as your chin wobbles and your chest aches

"duh", you press out, voice weak and trembling, and Cassian smiles, bigger and crooked

you realise what that look on his face is when he tucks you into his side and lets you bury your face in his jacket until the tears have died

complete peace.

"Hey."

The quiet, deep voice travels through you, and you shift, grumbling quietly.

There's a soft breathed smile, then warm, rough fingers brush over your cheek, and lips press against your forehead. You can feel them move when the familiar deep voice, soft and rough with sleep, vibrates through you and causes shivers to run over your spine.

"C'mon baby, wake up."

Your heart does a little skip, and the warm haze of sleep slowly slips away. You exhale slowly, then you force open your heavy eyes, and something in your chest rises in a soft flutter.

Azriel's face is only an inch away, all sharp cheekbones and soft lips and tired eyes, and something in your chest dips over at the sight of his warm amber iris dragging over your face.

"Hi,", you mumble, voice thick and raspy with sleep, and the corner of Azriel's lips tips upwards, causing your heart to rise.

With a quiet sound, you shift closer, your arms sliding over his bare shoulders as his dip and wrap around your waist, pulling you into his body until one of your legs drapes over his hip and you're completely pressed together. There's something shifting at the back of your head, keeping you from just burying your face in the warm crook of his neck and going back to sleep -

Your heart misses a beat, your eyes dart up as suddenly, a flutter builds in your chest, and Azriel's lips curve, up and up until his cheek creases.

"There it is." His voice, deep and low, husky with sleep and vibrating with a hint of amusement, sends your heart tumbling as his gaze drags over your face. Then he blinks, and something softens in his eyes, a slow twinkle growing in his iris as his gaze drags over your face. One corner of his lips curves upwards.

"Merry Christmas,", he mumbles, low, deep, and steady.

If your heart hasn't stopped before, it definitely does now, and you need a couple of seconds until it works again. Then a smile spreads over your face, slow but growing until it is ridiculously wide.

"Merry Christmas,", you whisper back, breath hitching and voice thick with sleep and something pulsing and swelling under your ribs.

The twinkle in Azriel's eyes grows; your breath hitches when he dips his head, and something tipping over in your chest when he presses his lips onto yours, warm and slow and unhurried.

He only pulls back once he coaxes a soft sound breaking from your throat. Your heart is thrumming and one corner of his lips has curved lazily as he stares at you, a few strands of hair curving over his forehead, the rest so tousled, you just can't resist burying your fingers in it as warmth spreads through your body and your hearts start fluttering as giddiness starts spreading through your chest.

Slipping your arm tighter around Azriel's neck, you pull him down to kiss him again, deeper and firmer and causing your breath to shudder and Azriel to groan softly. His hand slips under your hoodie, palm slowly roaming up your back with the softest pressure, pushing your closer.

When you pull back, breathing shakily, warmth rushing through you and gather in your cheeks, Azriel nudges his nose against yours, a soft rumble building in his chest.

"Sleeping in on Christmas morning, so rebellious,", he mumbles, and you lightly kick his shin, causing a tired smirk to spread over his face that makes your heart topple and still.

Oh.

Azriel is about to pull you back in and roll you over when suddenly, the door bursts open.

You jump, Azriel huffs and rolls his eyes, and when you crane your neck to look over your shoulder, Cassian is standing in the doorway, only wearing a pair of checkered pyjama pants, hair pulled back haphazardly and grinning wildly.

"Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals. Get your asses out here." He winks. "It's present time."

knowing that he is not going to let up, you grumble and dig yourself out of your blankets

your heart starts hopping as you pull on some pyjama pants and fuzzy socks

Cassian hugs you so tightly, you can't help but fall into a fit of giggles when he lifts you off your feet with a dramatic groan

squeezing you for a solid few seconds in which you squeeze him back with all your might, he lets you slide back to the floor and presses a kiss onto your cheek before letting you pass

Rhys and Mor are already in the living room

the giddy feeling in your chest grows when you sink into Rhys who's sitting on the back of the couch, squeezing his middle tightly and feeling him hug you to his chest, pressing a kiss onto your hair before he straightens and pats your bum

you press a sloppy kiss onto his cheek in revenge that makes his nose crinkle and a snort break from your throat

then you drop down next to Mor on the carpet

you feel like your heart is expanding to impossible sizes when she wraps you up in a ribcrushing hug and leaves kisses all over your face until you giggle

Cass and Azriel come into the living room, and Rhys hugs Azriel so tightly he huffs, but you can see the muscles in his arms straining when he hugs him back

Mor beams up at Az when sinks onto the floor behind you, squeezing her shoulder before he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck

and you feel like you might burst

you open your presents, with the tree glittering and the fire crackling

Rhys fangirls over his pot and the pickles

Mor gets teary eyed over the jewellery and leaves more smacking kisses all over your face

and Cassian actually looks like he might be speechless when he unpacks the boxing gloves

he wraps you and Mor up in a hug so tight, you're completely smushed together

you even get a selfie from Feyre with her mugs and a deadpan look that makes you giggle for a solid minute

it's Azriel you're really watching though, as he unwraps the last gift with his name on it

you see him still for a second before he pulls out a very old camera

you feel something twitch nervously in your chest

"I - found it at an antique store. I remember you showed me a similiar one and that you said how difficult it is to find one like it today." you grin lopsidedly. "I got it repaired, it's working again."

Azriel blinks

then he raises his head, and you're pretty sure your heart just stops

because the way he is staring at you is flaring and deep and heated and burning with something that causes your breath to stop

his throat works, and he carefully slides the camera back into its case and places it on the floor

then he reaches out and drags you over the floor until you're trapped between his legs

your heart gets stuck in your throat when his arm slides around your waist

your breath falters when his hand comes up to cradle your face

and the world stills when he pulls you forward and kisses you like it's the first and last time and there's no one else in the room but you

and he doesn't need to say it

you can feel it all in the way his breath shudders when he exhales and somehow pulls you even closer, until you're flush against his chest and your arms wind around his shoulders and he kisses you harder

only Rhys clearing his throat makes you remember you're in fact not alone

something dips over in your chest, and you can feel heat wash over you when you somehow manage to break the kiss, breathing harshly as your fingers dig into Azriel's hair

you pull back a little and look at him, just to really be sure, and your heart tightens at the way he's looking at you

kinda like you're beginning and ending and everything in between

something swells in your chest, begins rising, and you can't help it

you beam at him, your heart thrumming against your ribs, and Azriel drinks it in like he's dying of thirst

you somehow manage to turn in Azriel's arms, curling into him as you stare at your friends that bicker and laugh, and your heart swells when Azriel buries his nose in your hair and holds you like he's not planning on ever letting go

after unwrapping, you have a big, fancy breakfast in the kitchen, with waffles and pancakes and eggs and bacon

you sit curled up in one corner of the couch, with Azriel behind you, chest in your back and arm wrapped around your waist

you spend the day all together

watching Christmas movies, playing boardgames

Rhys drives you all into bankruptcy at Monopoly, twice, and you beat Cassian at trivia (again)

when it gets dark in the afternoon, Rhys disappears into the kitchen, and Mor drags the rest of you to a classical Christmas concert in a church nearby

you all sit together, Azriel and Cassian flanking you and Mor, Azriel's fingers linked with yours

when you inevitably get teary eyed towards the ending, Mor squeezes your other hand and sniffles

when you get back to the flat, you're met with scents more delicious than anything you have ever smelled before

your stomach grumbles, Cassian groans, and Rhys appears in the doorway to the kitchen and grins

"to the table, please"

to say he went all in would be too little

he supplies you with a whole seven course dinner

soups, salads, a whole freaking goose, and two kinds of dessert that make your mouth water even though you already feel like you won't be eating anything until next Christmas

the whole living room is lit

the tree is twinkling, the candles are flickering and the fireplace crackling

Cassian's rambunctious laughter mixes with Mor's ringing giggles and Rhys' deep laughs, and Azriel sits next to you and grins, his arm draped over the back of your chair that he has pulled so close you can feel the side of his body pressing against yours

and you think that maybe, making new traditions was the best idea you ever had

it's really only topped by your decision to move into this flat.

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First Winter Solstice

Summary - Your first Winter Solstice celebration as mates with Azriel, featuring our favorite Inner Circle.

Warnings - Implied/Referenced Sex

1.2 Words

The first thing that sought to pull you from your slumber was the hint of the sun rising through the small crack in the shades. You had been invited by Rhys to also spend the night in the cabin with Azriel. The light from the sun an ever-widening beam of light across the floor. You cracked an eye open but felt too comfortable wrapped in the warmth of your mate to care to move. You rolled over to see Azriel asleep one arm loosely draped over your hip. Not wanting to leave the comfort of his presence you snuggled up against the shadow singer, his scent intoxicating.

You drifted back to sleep only to be awoke soon after to the sound of Feyre laughing. You proceeded to shut your eyes, drifting to a place somewhere between consciousness and sleep, an almost trance.

The third time you were pulled to completely consciousness you wouldn’t be falling back asleep. It began with a trail of kisses up your leg, staring from your ankle. Azriel’s breath tickled the inside of your leg, every time his lips met skin. You let out a breathy laugh. Az’s mouth reached ever closer to the very spot between your legs, where, if he reached it, you would simply melt into the sheets with pleasure. “Az,” you hissed in his direction as you lifted your head slightly. A look on your face saying Rhysand and Feyre are here too.

The shadowsinger paused for only a moment to give you a small smirk. He was sliding the edge of your nightgown up your legs when there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“That sex better be worth it!” Cassian called from the other side. “I’d hate for you to miss another year of victory!”

You weren’t sure if Cass’s interruption was good or bad. For on, you didn’t need Rhys pounding on the door telling you and Azriel to keep it down. On the other hand, Azriel’s mouth made your brain scramble in unimaginable ways, in ways you missed when his lips parted from your skin after Cassian made his loud announcement to the door. It was indescribably frustrating.

You let out something between a laugh and a huff when your mate hastily lifted your nightgown to press his lips against the skin of your hip , then crawl so he was hovering over you. Az pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I will be back,” he promised you before climbing out of the bed and pulling the attire he deemed necessary for the annual snowball between himself, Rhys, and Cass.

He rushed out of the room, throwing the door open–-and for a brief moment you could see the smug look on Cassian’s face before the door was shut. You let your head fall back against the pillow, a faint smile across your lips.

A few minutes later you decided to get up, knowing that Feyre was present in the cabin as well. You left your nightgown on, deciding you were comfortable. You pulled on a sweater over the nightgown before going into the main space where Feyre was sitting on the leather sofa. In front of her sat two tea cups and a teapot with freshly prepared tea. You sat down pouring yourself some of the warm liquid before leaning back against the couch. The tea was a welcome presence in compared to the colder weather.

You looked outside to see your mate get pummeled by a snowball from his High Lord. You turned your attention to Feyre who was also looking outside.

“How does it fell?” Feyre asked you. “To be here as his mate?”

It was a funny question because you’d spent so many evenings of Winter Solstices in the cabin with Rhysand and his Inner Circle. The first year you were invited as a dear friend of Azriel. A year later the High Lord of the Night Court had assigned you as an emissary to multiple other places, making you an official member of his Inner Circle. From then on you were at the cabin for each Winter Solstice.

This was no different because a few months ago you and Azriel had realized the Cauldron chose each of you to be the other’s mate. You both accepted it quickly, though the shadowsinger had early reservations about being good enough for you.

So this wasn’t your first year at the cabin, but it was the first time you woke up on the Winter Solstice next to your mate to celebrate the sun anew. Being a dear friend of Feyre you had no issue with her telling her the whole truth of the matter. You spent a large amount of time in discussion with her, your cups of tea in hand as Rhys, Az, and Cass had their snowball fight.

Soon enough they came back inside. Azriel rushed to his kick his boots off before approaching you with a victorious smile. You let out a yelp when the shadowsinger came and swept you up in his still cold arms. You knew he won, and you knew he wasn’t going to let either of his brothersforget.

“How about you and I take a bath? Warm up?” You asked Azriel, still in his arms.

There was no verbal response from your mate, instead he rushed you towards the bathing room.

“You’re supposed to clean up, not get dirtier!” Cassian shouted after you.

You and your mate ignored him and got dirtier before cleaning up. Neither of you were cold after that. When you got back the three others, at some point, also washed up while you and Azriel snuggled up.

“Congratulations on your victory,” you said with a grin, your bodies molded together on the sofa.

“Didn’t stop thinking about you the whole time,” Azriel muttered before peppering a few small kisses to your shoulder.

You let out a soft laugh in response. “Glad I’m such a good luck charm.”

Azriel only smiled, pressing his lips to your temple.

The sun quickly disappeared leaving you, Azriel, Feyre, Rhysand, Cassian to admire the night sky of Velaris for a while after eating dinner.

You and the court spymaster stood together in the snow. He stood behind you, his arms encircling your middle, his nose buried in your hair, near your ear. The stars were beautifully, like someone covered their hands in shiny water and flicked their hands about, small sprits of water sticking to the sky above.

“Happy Winter Solstice,” he whispered to you.

“Happy Winter Solstice,” you said back with a smile.

When the rest of the Inner Circle arrived you all exchanged gifts. You received mostly books from your family with the exception of a scarf and a necklace from Azriel. He told you that he got it because it reminded him of your eyes.

You blushed slightly in response. Once each gift was given people began their exits to leave Feyre and Rhysand to have the cabin for themselves. You and Azriel were the last to leave. He swept you up in his arms, your head resting against his chest, as he flew to your shared room, to your awaiting bed where you both spent the rest of the evening.

#acotar #azriel #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #implied/referenced sex #fluff #winter solstice #feyre x rhysand #cassian

[necr0mancers]

teen! bix and cass sketch

#star wars #andor #rogue one #cassian andor #bix caleen #i just know they (cassian) caused much trouble #where’s the bix novel btw #ferrix is on my mind a lot as winter approaches #i would love to spend the holidays there yk #if you look close enough you’ll see i have cassians ear pierced #bix did that for him

[azsazz]

Yay I can finally share these! You guys are the first to know about the ACOTAR travel postcards I designed that are officially licensed by SJM! 💙

This was literally such a fun project and I started this on my cross-country road trip and I cranked them out so fast. I loved every second of this and I do have a few more ideas for other places in the ACOTAR universe too.

Which one is your favorite? 😏

I'm going to be putting these up on my Etsy shop if you are interested in purchasing a postcard of them (just waiting on them to arrive to me).

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acomar #acofas #azsazz #rhysand #feyre #cassian #nesta #elain #azriel #night court #day court #spring court #autumn court #dawn court #illyrian #winter court #summer court

[everythingacotarbxm1012]

First Winter Solstice

Summary - Your first Winter Solstice celebration as mates with Azriel, featuring our favorite Inner Circle.

Warnings - Implied/Referenced Sex

1.2 Words

The first thing that sought to pull you from your slumber was the hint of the sun rising through the small crack in the shades. You had been invited by Rhys to also spend the night in the cabin with Azriel. The light from the sun an ever-widening beam of light across the floor. You cracked an eye open but felt too comfortable wrapped in the warmth of your mate to care to move. You rolled over to see Azriel asleep one arm loosely draped over your hip. Not wanting to leave the comfort of his presence you snuggled up against the shadow singer, his scent intoxicating.

You drifted back to sleep only to be awoke soon after to the sound of Feyre laughing. You proceeded to shut your eyes, drifting to a place somewhere between consciousness and sleep, an almost trance.

The third time you were pulled to completely consciousness you wouldn’t be falling back asleep. It began with a trail of kisses up your leg, staring from your ankle. Azriel’s breath tickled the inside of your leg, every time his lips met skin. You let out a breathy laugh. Az’s mouth reached ever closer to the very spot between your legs, where, if he reached it, you would simply melt into the sheets with pleasure. “Az,” you hissed in his direction as you lifted your head slightly. A look on your face saying Rhysand and Feyre are here too.

The shadowsinger paused for only a moment to give you a small smirk. He was sliding the edge of your nightgown up your legs when there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“That sex better be worth it!” Cassian called from the other side. “I’d hate for you to miss another year of victory!”

You weren’t sure if Cass’s interruption was good or bad. For on, you didn’t need Rhys pounding on the door telling you and Azriel to keep it down. On the other hand, Azriel’s mouth made your brain scramble in unimaginable ways, in ways you missed when his lips parted from your skin after Cassian made his loud announcement to the door. It was indescribably frustrating.

You let out something between a laugh and a huff when your mate hastily lifted your nightgown to press his lips against the skin of your hip , then crawl so he was hovering over you. Az pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I will be back,” he promised you before climbing out of the bed and pulling the attire he deemed necessary for the annual snowball between himself, Rhys, and Cass.

He rushed out of the room, throwing the door open–-and for a brief moment you could see the smug look on Cassian’s face before the door was shut. You let your head fall back against the pillow, a faint smile across your lips.

A few minutes later you decided to get up, knowing that Feyre was present in the cabin as well. You left your nightgown on, deciding you were comfortable. You pulled on a sweater over the nightgown before going into the main space where Feyre was sitting on the leather sofa. In front of her sat two tea cups and a teapot with freshly prepared tea. You sat down pouring yourself some of the warm liquid before leaning back against the couch. The tea was a welcome presence in compared to the colder weather.

You looked outside to see your mate get pummeled by a snowball from his High Lord. You turned your attention to Feyre who was also looking outside.

“How does it fell?” Feyre asked you. “To be here as his mate?”

It was a funny question because you’d spent so many evenings of Winter Solstices in the cabin with Rhysand and his Inner Circle. The first year you were invited as a dear friend of Azriel. A year later the High Lord of the Night Court had assigned you as an emissary to multiple other places, making you an official member of his Inner Circle. From then on you were at the cabin for each Winter Solstice.

This was no different because a few months ago you and Azriel had realized the Cauldron chose each of you to be the other’s mate. You both accepted it quickly, though the shadowsinger had early reservations about being good enough for you.

So this wasn’t your first year at the cabin, but it was the first time you woke up on the Winter Solstice next to your mate to celebrate the sun anew. Being a dear friend of Feyre you had no issue with her telling her the whole truth of the matter. You spent a large amount of time in discussion with her, your cups of tea in hand as Rhys, Az, and Cass had their snowball fight.

Soon enough they came back inside. Azriel rushed to his kick his boots off before approaching you with a victorious smile. You let out a yelp when the shadowsinger came and swept you up in his still cold arms. You knew he won, and you knew he wasn’t going to let either of his brothersforget.

“How about you and I take a bath? Warm up?” You asked Azriel, still in his arms.

There was no verbal response from your mate, instead he rushed you towards the bathing room.

“You’re supposed to clean up, not get dirtier!” Cassian shouted after you.

You and your mate ignored him and got dirtier before cleaning up. Neither of you were cold after that. When you got back the three others, at some point, also washed up while you and Azriel snuggled up.

“Congratulations on your victory,” you said with a grin, your bodies molded together on the sofa.

“Didn’t stop thinking about you the whole time,” Azriel muttered before peppering a few small kisses to your shoulder.

You let out a soft laugh in response. “Glad I’m such a good luck charm.”

Azriel only smiled, pressing his lips to your temple.

The sun quickly disappeared leaving you, Azriel, Feyre, Rhysand, Cassian to admire the night sky of Velaris for a while after eating dinner.

You and the court spymaster stood together in the snow. He stood behind you, his arms encircling your middle, his nose buried in your hair, near your ear. The stars were beautifully, like someone covered their hands in shiny water and flicked their hands about, small sprits of water sticking to the sky above.

“Happy Winter Solstice,” he whispered to you.

“Happy Winter Solstice,” you said back with a smile.

When the rest of the Inner Circle arrived you all exchanged gifts. You received mostly books from your family with the exception of a scarf and a necklace from Azriel. He told you that he got it because it reminded him of your eyes.

You blushed slightly in response. Once each gift was given people began their exits to leave Feyre and Rhysand to have the cabin for themselves. You and Azriel were the last to leave. He swept you up in his arms, your head resting against his chest, as he flew to your shared room, to your awaiting bed where you both spent the rest of the evening.

#acotar #azriel #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #implied/referenced sex #fluff #winter solstice #feyre x rhysand #cassian #feysand

[batboyrhyrhy]

Maybe I’m not on the nessian side of tumblr often enough… but we need to talk more about the fact that Cass did secret dance lessons with Mor, just so he could dance with Nesta on solstice.

Because that’s so cute it should be illegal.

He’s just a giant teddy bear and I can’t be told any different 💗💗

#my heart fell out of my chest and melted on the floor #I’m in love with cassian #and nesta tbh #nessian #pro nessian #pro nesta #pro cassian #winter solstice #solstice #acosf #nesta acosf

[thefangirlofhp]

29. present @nightcourtseer, thank you for the prompt!

Nesta was on her fourth glass of apple juice, and only mildly wishing it was whiskey. A small victory, considering her abstinence, and a victory she relishes in all the same as she’s only wishing for the alcohol to numb her sensitivity six hours after indulging in the great family gathering of Solstice. Around her, everyone’s either drinking a juice mixture or plain water. Elain brewed an aromatic large pot of tea that no-one aside from her and once, Feyre, has been drinking. Nesta stands in the corner of the family room, her back digging into the two walls and her hand tight around the glass she clutches. Rhys is sprawled lazily in the armchair listening to Morrigan, Feyre close by watching Amren and Nyx put together an eighteen-thousand-piece puzzle Azriel gifted a touched-Amren and occasionally giving pointers. Elain’s closely listening to Cassian describe one winter in Illyria centuries ago that’s shaped up many parts of his survival skills, and Nesta can’t tell if her sister is that interested in learning how to differentiate bears from the marks they leave behind them.

Over the past two years, Nesta’s grown much more comfortable around Feyre and Cassian’s family—has taken to regarding them with a degree of begrudging fondness and only snaps at Rhys out of habit or if they’re both bored and she wants something to scratch her claws with. She’s happier to attend their family dinners, even sometimes contributing a dish or two from the records of her human memories, and has been buying them thoughtful presents every year. She’s not as canny as Elain is with her observations and niche gifts, but Rhys’s smile was true and grateful when he unwrapped Merrill’s newest transcript on multi-universe theories and star formation and confessed he didn’t think Nesta would remember him expressing the interest.

And in turn, Nesta thinks it’s an astute observation to make when she says they’ve grown equally comfortable with her. Morrigan’s gotten to offhandedly ask Nesta for opinions without thinking about it, and the entire family’s stopped drinking when they gather; have developed a new tradition of inventing non-alcoholic mixtures every-time. Nesta isn’t so comfortable with her own skin yet so as to confess how much the gesture warms her heart, that she holds it near and dear to her cupped in her palms like a hot coal that doesn’t burn and the thought alone is more than she’s equipped to handle.

She blinks her eyes roughly, and breathes in through her nose slowly. Perhaps she’s eaten too much of Elain’s casserole at dinner, and it’s why she’s so short of breath and sweat is breaking out in prick-points at her temples. She swallows the rising surge of nausea. The room feels a little hazy, or her head’s floating and dizzy.

Fresh air and the cold would set her straight. She puts her glass in Cassian’s gesturing hand, and quietly withdraws from the warm and slightly stuffy room to the hallway, her heart-beat accelerating with every step until she steps out into the gardens.

As expected of a mountainous terrain such as the Night Court, the snowing cold is sharp and unmerciful and the air crisp and clear. She gasps it in as she shuts the door behind her and leans against it, finding her dress a little too heavy on her shoulders.

Her eyes track Azriel’s figure in the moonlit night, sitting in the iron-wrought garden chair around a round table, reclined back in it with fog rising up before him. Nesta’s noted his absence some hour ago, and didn’t think much of it.

“Are you sleeping out here?” she crosses her arms over her chest and trudges through the snow towards him, her dress dragging it behind her. She stands over him, discovers he’s in-fact fast asleep in the uncomfortable chair, or at least his eyes are shut and he’s not moving, and in his fingers a smoldering rolled paper that’s smoking. Some more convenient version of a pipe, she presumes, brushing the snow off the nearby chair and sitting down.

“I was,” Azriel sighs.

Nesta regards him closely. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he answers, bringing the rolled tobacco to his lips and breathes it in before holding it out. Nesta leans across and accept the offer, glances at it briefly before doing what he just did. “Felt hot in there. You?”

“Same,” she replies, the smoke billowing out and instantly sending her in a coughing fit. Azriel cracks open one eye and faintly smiles as he turns his face towards the snowing sky. “Felt too loud and too warm, all of a sudden. Too much.”

He hums quietly, taking back the shortening coughing-smoke that Nesta holds out and burning through the rest of it in one deep breath. The ashes drift with the smoke, but disappear into swirling shadows sweeping up every evidence. Azriel blows it out, and Nesta admires the movement of it in the still breeze, watches it drift into nothing.

She enjoys the quiet understanding she has developed early on and quite easily with Azriel long before she’s established any bridges with anyone in Prythian. They’ve had their understanding before Nesta’s even come to terms with her own sisters, or accepted her mate. The gnarly beasts of the family fiercely protective of their loved ones—Nesta liked that Azriel minded his business, even if it was his job to be invasive of other people’s, and that he’d never had a bad word to say to her since they met. Not even when she and Elain fight, or when she used to particularly badmouth Rhys (a transgression that remarkably got under Cassian’s skin).

It's a long time before she realizes that she’s calmed down, and her head’s clear and quiet once more. The doors open, flooding in a rush of golden light before they close again and someone approaches through the snow. A faelight glides over their heads and pauses above the table, curtesy of Elain who stops between their chairs.

“If I realized there’s a nicer party out here, I’d have come out much sooner,” she remarks, amused. “But a little chilly, don’t you think?”

“What are you doing out here,” Nesta abruptly sits up as Azriel turns to his wife, clad in her festive off-shoulders dress and her hair shortened in tight waves to her midback. “Go back inside!”

“It’s rude to hoard the fun,” Elain teases, running her hand through Azriel’s snow-dusted hair before he tugs her into his lap and wraps a wing around her shoulders. Elain takes the new roll of tobacco from his hands and surprises Nesta by inhaling a little of it, her cheeks rounding up with a smile as the cherry-red end glows brighter and she blows it up into the air.

“You’re pregnant,” Nesta needlessly reminds her sister. “Get out of the cold. Azriel, say something.”

The winged-idiot only smiles up at her sister, his arm tucked around her waist and the other holding her free hand like a school-boy. “Hello.”

Elain’s eyes wrinkle in the corners when she smiles back. “Hello.”

“Hi.”

Nesta bites back a smile, despite herself.

“It’s chaos inside,” Elain tips her head towards the estate. “Amren and Nyx are turning the place upside down. There are only seventeen-thousand and nine-hundred and ninety-eight pieces in the box and somehow two center pieces are missing.”

“Mm. Pity.”

Elain’s eyes sparkle. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you? Because Amren definitely counted a eighteen-thousand pieces when she opened it.”

“I have no idea, no.”

“If you’ve taken them, I can only say that’s beyond sick,” Nesta splutters. “They’ve been putting it together for hours.”

“You’re both scolding me for a crime I’m only hearing of now.”

Elain tilts her head. “Give them back, Azriel.”

He relaxes against the chair and smiles. “No.”

“Azriel,” she softly admonishes. “It’s cruel. How long are you going to make her pay?”

“For a really long while.”

Nesta props her chin in her hand. “Is this about Amren’s comment four months ago when you told us you’re expecting?”

“Maybe,” Azriel answers shortly.

“She apologized,” Elain reminds him, brushing his hair from his forehead.

“She’s not sorry, yet. She will be.”

“Oh, Az,” Elain chuckles. “I won’t lie that this pettiness isn’t adorable, but it’s all water under the bridge. And she didn’t mean it like that.”

“Her immediate response to the news was to ask you if you’re sure it’s mine,” Azriel says, his voice cooling and hardening with every word. “If she was anyone else—”

Elain leans close, and lays her palm along his cheek. “Water under the bridge.”

Nesta glimpses his jaw tightening with annoyance before he sighs.

“I’ll gift it to her next solstice.”

“No!” Nesta bursts out laughing. “She’ll have aged centuries by then. Please, don’t curse us with an even grumpier version of Amren.”

“Who’s substantially grumpier than her previous self,” Elain reminds him wisely before frowning. “Azriel, you’re burning up.”

“Really?” he murmurs. “I thought it was the room.”

Elain feels his face once more. “Yes,” she carefully stands up. “Come inside. I’ll run you a bath.”

Azriel lets her tug him to his feet. “I’d actually like that,” he remarks, standing up straight. He holds out his hands to Nesta and drops two small puzzle pieces into her opened palm. “Tell her I’ve forgiven her.”

Nesta watches them walk back inside, Elain’s arm wrapped around his waist and helping him walk and Azriel sheepishly indulging the attention by playing along—Nesta’s seen him walk around straight for an entire day with an open chest wound before like nothing was the matter. She does understand the desire to be doted upon, actually, and soon enough follows them inside to seek out her own mate.    

**don’t smoke when you’re pregnant, lads.

#nesta archeron #nesta fic #azriel fic #elriel fic #elain x azriel #elriel fanfic #elain archeron #elriel #azriel #nessian fic #nesta x cassian #cassian #acosf #nessian #winter solstice #fictober23 #flufftober 2023

[b1ravenclaw]

Is it true? - part 1

Azriel x reader, Cassian x reader, winter coutr reader

Warnings: none, multi part series

Her fingers gripped the silverware firmly, coating them with thick cold snow. Her power was rapidly coursing through her, freezing the food and utensils in front of her. But y/n couldn’t help it, not when Azriel was on the other side of the table flirting with the summer court emissary. Of course he would, she was beautiful, hot like the sun. Why wouldn’t he take an interest in her, Gods even y/n had. But he did not need to do so in front of her, in front of everyone for that matter, as it was not a secret that the Shadowsinger and her, the emissary for the Winter Court, were somewhat involved.

“Careful there, or are you planning on freezing the whole table?” Cassian asked beside her and she heard Cassian laugh, turning to her right and regaining her posture she conjured the ice that was starting to reach the center of the table, directly onto Cassian’s plate.  

She needed to get it together, she was an emissary. A peacemaker. No, a peace keeper.  She didn’t have time for jealousy. She did not have time for him and his stupid face. His stupid pretty face.  Or his arms, his stupid arms. His stupid strong…

And, as if she conjured them, a warm strong arm wrapped itself around her. But it wasn’t Azriel’s subtle scent that engulfed her, it was Cassian’s earthy scent that hit her and distracted her from the others at the table. His arms carefully settled over her shoulders so as to not touch her wings.

“You know, I’ve heard something about the winter court high faes”

“Hmm, did you now?”

“Hmm” He hummed, smoking down at me.

“Please, enlighten me.”

“I’ve heard”  he leaned down to my pointed ear and the whispers of his words sent a chill down my spine. “that to keep looking forever young and beautiful, they skinny dip in the coldest lake in town.” I can’t help but laugh, and with that Azriel’s attention is directed to me. Finally, he looks at me and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“So… is it true?” Cassian asks, leaning down on his own chair, and I wonder if he did so to strike Azriel’s attention even more. 

“Maybe, maybe not…”

“What is true?” came Azriel’s voice from the other side of the table. And with him, everyone turned their attention to us. Kallias and Rhysand being the only ones too engulfed on their own High Lord scheming no to turn to us. 

“Nothing,” I say, playing with my plate “just some silly superstition Cass is nagging me about.” Azriel stares at us then, and openly so, but it does not last long once Crescida’s hand is on his arm and his attention is back at her.

“Oh so it is only a silly superstition?”  He deflated. 

“Well, some say every superstition has a sprinkle of truth to it.”  I counter, which seems to spike up his interest, causing me to laugh again.  “Look, if you are so interested, I wouldn’t mind indulging you.” I whisper once everyone's attention goes back to their own conversations. Cassian smiles at me and once dinner ends I tell him to meet me at the entrance of the castle a few minutes before midnight.

author's note

hey guys, hope you enjoyed it. this is my firts multi part series on tumblr so if you liked it I would really apreciate feedbacks. oooh and also if you would like me to make a tag list i would gladly do that :))))

ps: english is not my first lenguage, sorry for any mistakes

#azriel #cassian #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand #night court #winter court #acotar #acotar series #a court of thorns and roses

[witch-and-her-witcher]

For @asnowfern, a gift for @acotargiftexchange! The support and positivity of your responses left me brimming with creative inspiration, so please enjoy this Nessian First Hybern War (and after) AU.

Thank you @popjunkie42-blog and @wilde-knight for your beta reading and handholding. <3

Ao3 | 1, 2, 3, (4)

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nessian | E | marriage of convenience, first hybern war AU, angst, whump, emotional slow burn

War brings them together, a bond binds them - but is that enough for two broken people to find love with each other?

~*~

“Mates?”

Nesta doesn’t slow as her fingers caress the silky fabric of her last presentable gown for one final moment before folding it delicately and adding it to their lone piece of luggage.

“Correct. Mates.”

Elain ponders the word, the implication, as she peers out the foggy windowpane. She’s washed, dressed, hair plaited neatly for travel just as Nesta had assisted with first thing this morning. Her sister will always look as delicate and beautiful as she deserves, no matter if she has the energy to see to her needs herself. 

And while she does have more energy — maybe Nesta isn’t ready to give up some of the caretaking she’s been doing for Elain. It settles her, to know tacitly that Elain has been cared for each day, even if by Nesta’s cold, killer’s hands.

“And this … being mates? It’s why you stole away to wed in the middle of the night?”

“I apologize for not waking you. I had Madame Lassau from across the way sit in, if you’re concerned with your safety. She is as mean as she is ugly, you know that, no one would have dared –”

“Sister,” Elain cuts her off. “You’re married. Mated, whatever … that means. And now we are leaving the only home we’ve ever known. It’s very sudden, that’s all. Some concern is warranted.”

“Opportunity tends to present itself in that manner.”

“And love?”

Nesta pauses her packing. The weight she puts on her resting hands push Elain’s second pair of polished heeled loafers into the folded fabrics and down to the bottom of the luggage. 

Love.

No. Certainly there was no sudden eruption of love between her and the mighty warrior. But he’d slain their enemies and protected their village, Elain. He seems taken with Nesta at least physically, and even went so far as to clean up their home. And he’s fae. Automatically better off than any human can be, had to come from wealth like the stuck-up lordlings who traveled into their territory.

Nesta hasn’t forgotten the call from his brothers-in-arms: “prince.”

It can’t be true … But if Bahay is a prince’s estate …

They wouldn’t know the burr of stubborn hunger any longer.

And Nesta wouldn’t know the heel of Tomas Mandray.

Love? No. But survival? Yes.

“Don’t be silly,” she says curtly, falling back into motion once more.

Elain’s expression turns dour. “Love is a silly thing, isn’t it …”

“I didn’t mean –”

“Perhaps I’ll rest before we travel.”

Nesta watches her sister’s wistful shape drift to the bed for one last mournful slumber in the linens that will remain. It will sell with the rest of her father’s estate of assets and the funds will be transferred to her husband.

Cassian.

Cassian, who laughed when she asked after a surname.

She knows many fae with family names, but apparently in his region they aren’t kept. So Nesta will be, is, Cassian’s wife – mate, he says will be more meaningful to fae. It will all be worth it. An escape she never foresaw as a possibility.

The kettle clatters intentionally down below.

Nesta’s back stiffens.

Early, he’s arrived early.

“You move so silently for someone of your size,” Nesta says by way of greeting as she clears the stairs.

Cassian looks up from the kettle he’s using to heat water for tea. His lips tighten at the edge. Nesta angles the side of her face with blooming red stripes from the elder Mandray’s slap. Another mark of a man’s touch.

But she doesn’t have to worry if it will disgust him, her weakness and inability to keep herself out of trouble. They’re tied together now in the eyes of the court — or the bleary-eyed priest and witness Cassian had grabbed off of the streets, anyway.

It makes Nesta feel off balance.

“In my nature.”

She stands silently, watchfully, over his shoulder where he’s crouched and stoking the fire. Uncertain how they’re supposed to act now.

“Things went smoothly with the Village Clerk?”

“Yes, the marriage has been documented and the notice of the new head of the Archeron family. Should hear something in a few months and the funds will be transferred then.”

Nesta wrings her hands – stops herself, balling her fists and keeping her body still. She is not nervous. She will not look as displaced as she feels.

“The sale will take so long to process?”

It was wishful thinking that she would have her own spending money in their new home, but Nesta still had held on to that small hope for self-sustainability. To instead rely solely on the generosity of her new husband. Mother above, she hasn’t even ensured she’s his only wife – mate – what if they keep more than one? What if her and Elain will be living off of scraps?

Cassian rises gracefully to his full, lumbering height and Nesta forces herself not to take a step back. 

“Something about exchange of currency and access to the treasury now that normal processes are starting again. Sorry, not much of a head for economics.”

“Some heads are better off growing pretty hair,” Nesta says before she can contain the words. Silently wishes she can gobble them back up before Cassian can change his mind on his wicked, cold-hearted wife and dissolve their union, cancel their move. “I – that was … Not what I meant.”

Cassian cocks his head, that pretty hair of his moving with it. “Didn’t mean which part, Nesta?”

The sound of her name off of his tongue has no right to sound so intoxicating, so richly erotic in his accent, the last vowel of her name floating into the wind after the click of his tongue on the ‘t’. 

Something flutters in Nesta’s chest.

This close, without the cloy of death and battle soaking through them both, Cassian smells temptingly male in all the right ways. Lingering tobacco smoke and campfire and that strong alcohol he’d brought on their evening out. But stronger is pine and something else fresh that cuts through it all like a jolt of adrenaline. The scent makes Nesta feel alive.

“That my hair is pretty?” Cassian continues. “Or that I’m not suited for anything too intellectual?”

Nesta presses her lips firmly together. Unwilling to answer either question.

The kettle starts whistling.

Cassian winks. “Either way, you’re right.”

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[slytherhys]

12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition

In the spirit of the Holidays, I will be writing & posting short stories about the ACOTAR characters for the next 12 days. Please note that some will be shorter than others and that this is simply meant to be a fun time for everyone that loves these characters as much as I do!

PS. I'm open to requests.

AO3

2nd day of Christmas - Hot Chocolate

Sweet & Spice (Short Nessian Fluff)

Nesta blinked. Then she blinked again, eyes flickering to the male towering over her. Cassian stared at her in bewilderment, his arm still hovering between them, a mug in his hand.

“You made hot chocolate for me?” She asked, voice incredulous as she eyed the mug again. Cassian tried not to yelp as his fingers burned against the ceramic.

“You like it, don’t you?” He frowned. “I wanted to surprise you.” But maybe eggnog would’ve been a better idea. Or just tea – you couldn’t really go wrong with tea, could you? Cassian stepped back, regret coursing through his body at an alarming speed. How could he not know if his mate liked hot chocolate or not? What kind of-

“Cassian,” Nesta called softly, standing on her knees as she took the mug from his hand – thank god – and took a sip. “Sit down.”

Cassian did, albeit warily as he watched her set the mug down on the coffee table. “Why?”

Nesta smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest at the sight of it. hot cocoa long forgotten as her cold hands reached for his shirt, sending shivers down his body. Specially as she whispered, “Because now it’s my turn to surprise you.”

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[lalacliffthorne]

when there´s snow in the middle of the night, it means luck.

(I smell snow. also, this is us manifesting a white christmas time, babes, so - fingers crossed *squeezes eyes shut and crunches nose in concentration* 🎄)

Quietly closing the bathroom door behind me, I rubbed a hand over my face, trudging through the dark hall towards Azriel's bedroom door. The only light was falling in from the living room and the kitchen, and only after staring at it for a second did I realize that it looked strangely bright for three in the morning.

Feeling my brows scrunch in sleep muddled confusion, I slowly came to a halt a few feet away from the bedroom where I had left Azriel under the covers, his arm only slipping away from me when I had pressed a sleepy kiss onto his cheek.

Blinking and raising my head, my eyes found the windows on the other side of the living room, and my breath hitched.

Outside, huge white flocks silently sailed through the air, landing on the balcony that was already covered in a thick blanket of snow.

My lips parted as something in my chest soared, a beaming smile slowly spreading over my face as I slipped into the living room, quietly hurrying towards the windows and feeling my heart rise in a wild flutter when I pressed my nose against the window and stared at the big white snowflakes that were slowly falling outside, covering the street and cars and houses in a thick white layer that reflected the streetlights.

There was a soft, hoarse mutter of my name somewhere behind me, and when I quickly looked over my shoulder, beaming and sleep forgotten as my heart skipped and fluttered, Azriel appeared in the doorway, hair tousled and eyes filled with sleep when he raised his head and stilled a little. His gaze moved over the sight outside, and I saw the moment the haze of sleep slowly lifted from his mind, his shoulders straightening as his eyes trailed the snowflakes.

A twinkle slowly spread through his iris, and Azriel looked at me. Then he lightly raised a brow.

My heart skipped high, and I started beaming.

A waft of icy cold, crispy air hit my face when I pulled open the door, and my breath hitched, my lips parting as I slowly stepped out onto the sidewalk.

The snow had silenced the city like a thick blanket, muffling the little noise of the night. My pyjama pants, tucked into my furlined boots, did little to hold off the cold, but I barely noticed as I carefully stepped through the pristine, thick layer of snow that covered the cobblestone before raising my head, feeling my heart rising against my ribs as I stared up into the dark night sky, thick snowflakes silently sailing through the golden light of the streetlamps.

There was the sound of snow crunching behind me, and when I looked over my shoulder, Azriel stepped out of the door, and something toppled in my chest. His hair was tousled from sleep and sticking out from under his beanie as he raised his head to squint against the snow, and there was the shadow of a crease visible in his cheek. Just like me, he had just thrown on a thick jacket and a scarf, his dark pyjama pants tucked into his black boots, and even though it should´ve looked ridiculous, something suddenly did flips in my chest as my gaze flickered over him.

Raising my head again, I blinked when a snowflake landed on my lashes and felt a wide smile spread over my face as, even with the cold nipping at my skin, warm giddiness filled my chest, growing with every second.

Turning, I spread my arms and held my face up towards the sky, a giggle building in my chest as I felt snowflakes land on my cheeks, melting slowly into my skin.

Opening my eyes, I stared up into the gently swirling snow and felt my heart swell when I slowly turned on the spot, beaming at the flakes silently sailing to the ground and the thick white layer of snow covering the whole street.

Grinning, I looked over my shoulder, and my heart got caught in my throat.

Azriel was staring at me, snowflakes caught in his hair and melting on his cheeks. In the golden light of the street lamps his eyes glowed, and he looked a little like he´d forgotten how to breathe.

"What?" I felt heat bleed into my cheeks, crunching my nose when a snowflake landed on the tip of it, and Azriel blinked, the corner of his lips slowly tipping upwards. Then he moved towards me, the snow crunching under his boots, and my breath hitched when I tipped my head back slightly to look up at him as he stopped in front of me, so close that our chests touched.

Azriel's gaze dragged over my face, and I distantly wondered if his heart also turned over at the sight of flushed cheeks and snowflakes caught in lashes.

The soft crease next to Azriel's lips deepend, and he raised a hand to carefully brush some snow from my hat. His fingers, warm and rough, brushed against my cheek, then they hooked under my chin, and Azriel dipped his head and pressed his cold, soft lips onto mine.

My breath caught, and I reached out to fist the front of his jacket in my ice cold fingers as heat washed through me. My heart rose in a wild flutter, and Azriel's lips curved against mine. Then he slipped his hands to the back of my neck, tilting my head back and kissing me deeper, and a quiet sound built in the back of my throat as I stretched and kissed back.

Azriel groaned softly and moved closer, until his chest pressed into mine and I had to cling to his sides to not stumble back, the kiss slowly shifting from gentle to feverish, his tongue sliding over mine before his teeth sank softly into my bottom lip, and I dug my fingers into his jacket and pressed closer, my heart tumbling -

"Aw, look at them."

I jumped and quickly pulled back, and Azriel breathed a sigh and rolled his eyes.

Cassian was leaning against the doorway, grinning widely, his plaid pyjama pants stuffed into his boots, a hat pulled haphazardly over his bedhead and his puffer jacket making him look twice as broad as usual. Rhys was standing next to him, his hair a tousled mess, likely because he had misplaced his beanie again, tired eyes twinkling a little when he sent me a feline smirk.

Azriel scowled and turned to face them, and I buried my hands in my pockets and crunched my nose sheepishly.

"Did we wake you?"

"No, love, we just randomly both decided to wake up at three am because it felt like a good decision." Rhys stepped down onto the sidewalk and squinted into the sky, lips twitching, and I huffed.

"Ignore him, he´s grumpy." Cassian jumped down the step and stuck out his tongue, catching a few snowflakes and sending me a wink.

"Well, you could have stayed in bed." I raised my brows innocently. Azriel shifted beside me, his arm brushing against my back as he slowly reached towards the hood of the car behind me.

"And miss this?" Rhys grinned widely and stared at the street covered in a thick blanket of snow. "Are you joking?"

Azriel's elbow brushed against my back, and I discreetly shifted my weight, blocking the view of his hand behind me.

"Though if I am going to be inevitably sleep deprived tomorrow, I will be blaming the two of y-"

A snowball hit the side of his head, exploding into a cloud of twinkling crystals, and Rhys blinked while Cassian snorted and started laughing, head tipping back and shoulders shaking.

Rhys slowly turned his head, his violet eyes narrowing, and Azriel returned his stare. Then one corner of his lips ticked up lightly.

Rhys' nose twitched.

"I was going to be civil about this but,", lazily reaching out and scooping snow off the seat of a bike chained to a lamp post, he raised his brows, "if this is the way you want to play -"

A snowball hit my shoulder, dousing me in white powdery snow, and opening my mouth in disbelief, I slowly raised my head.

Cassian smirked and winked at me. "Sweet cheeks."

"You´re dead." I reached out to grab a handful snow off the car´s roof. "Completely, and absolutely -"

A snowball hit Azriel's chest, Rhys snorted a laugh and tipped his head back, and I tossed the ball in my hand, nearly knocking Cassian's beanie off his head.

Cassian blinked, and slowly, his face split into a broad grin. Then he raised his brows at me. "Run."

I snorted a giggle and bolted.

Giggles and deep laughter filled the street, muffled by the sound of the snow sailing from the dark sky and thickening the white blanket, drowning the noise. I darted behind a car, kicking up clouds of white glittering snow behind me, and just for a second caught a glimpse at Azriel, grinning widely, his cheeks creasing and eyes crinkling as he dodged a snowball Rhys threw his way, a deep laugh breaking from his throat that caused something in my chest to tip over.

Then arms grabbed me, and I jumped and squeaked; deep laughter vibrated in my back, and I was lifted off the ground, my feet kicking uselessly. A big heap of snow was dumped over my head, and I slumped, glowering at the cold tricking over my neck.

Damn it.

It was four am when we trudged back into the flat, soaked and tired, cheeks pink and icy, bodies hot and limbs freezing.

Half an hour later, I was curled up back next to Azriel, my hair dried haphazardly, in fresh pyjamas and shivering tiredly as Az dragged me into his chest, his warm body curling around me and fingers twining with mine as he buried his nose at my shoulder and breathed out slowly. I could feel the remnants of a smile lingering on his face, in the curve of his lips and the barely there dimple in his cheek, and my heart hopped tiredly against my ribs as I stared towards the window, my eyes becoming heavier and heavier as something warm slowly pulsed under my ribs.

Through a crack in the curtains, I watched the snow slowly sailing through the air.

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[crazypaperwasteland]

The Metallic Scent of Blood

Summary: Azriel’s mate, a spy of the Night Court, comes back home, injured and dying. Azriel is faced with the fear of losing her and vows that if she survives, he will protect her for all of eternity. He is also confronted with the notion that Eris might be more than the asshole that Azriel thought he was.

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of being able to see internal organs, Azriel panicking

Word Count: 1.6k

Masterlist

Azriel’s POV,

I sat in the garden with Elain while she planted her flowers, a common occurrence. I knew it worried my friends that I was getting close to her. In reality, I wasn’t getting close to her, not in the way they thought. Elain was just quiet, and that calm amongst every thought in my head was comforting. It had been months since I’d seen my mate, the one that none of my friends knew was mine. 

(Y/N) was always very private about her personal life, as one of my spies, I wasn’t all too surprised when I first met her. But she was so good at hiding things that even I could barely find anything out about her. I knew that she was born in a wealthy household, I knew her father was a prick and her mother was very docile and non confrontational, hence why she married the prick. I also knew that she was from the Winter Court. That had been about all I could dig up about her because of how well she’d covered her tracks. 

I was also a spy, so I knew the importance of privacy, and I knew just how to keep information locked away so well that no one would ever find it in a thousand years, more than that. When I found out she was my mate, when I told her, it took some time, but she accepted. She, however, made it clear that when she cooked for me, it would not be in the middle of another damned war. She explained that it would distract both of us more than it already would, and she wanted it kept secret for as long as possible. She neglected to tell me why, and I didn’t ask. 

I, admittedly, did not foresee that she would be leaving though. She volunteered to go. All the spies I had in the Spring Court before it closed its borders had turned up both blind and deaf on the doorstep of the Court of Nightmares. (Y/N) was the best of the best though, a close second to my skill when it came to spying. I’d also taught her a few tricks to spying before she left to ensure that she wouldn’t end up like the others. 

And for months, I got reports back. She was doing fine, even if she was very isolated from other people. She’d been the only spy I had who had been able to make it into the Spring Court unscathed and stayed that way. 

So when I sat in the garden with Elain for the millionth time, I never expected that the metallic scent of blood would hit my nose. My initial reaction was that it was that Elain had just hurt herself, “Elain, are you alright?”  

“Yes, why do you ask?” Her voice a mere whisper. 

Then I heard a heavy crash from behind me. I turned, my hand on the hilt of Truth-Teller, ready to draw it at any moment. But then I saw the source of the crash. My breath caught. 

There was my mate, the one I thought was perfectly well and safe in the Spring Court. Laying halfway on a rose bush, on her side, clutching an arm over her bleeding stomach. Her face was covered in scratches, all over. Elain gasped and I heard her stand from her kneeling position by her flowers. 

I raced over once I shook myself from my daze and kneeled down beside (Y/N). I took her bleeding face in my hands, her eyes were open just a smidge. “(Y/N),” I breathed, “what happened?” She coughed, blood sputtering from her mouth and across her lips while trying to take a breath in. 

I picked her up off the floor and sprinted through the house, “Rhys!” I made it into the living room where Rhys was with Cassian, trying to walk him through using his wings again after they were newly healed. “Get Madja. Now.” Rhys’s eyes landed on (Y/N)’s face and widened, he disappeared, having winnowed. 

I laid (Y/N) down on the couch, not caring about the blood. I pressed down on the wound on her stomach with my own hands, she jerked at the pain, clutching at my wrists as if she would try to pull them away. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I pressed down harder as she weakly pulled at my wrists. “This is the only way I can keep you alive, okay? I need you to let me.”

Cassian came over, “let me.” He pulled my hands away and pressed down with his own, (Y/N) struggled only harder against his grip. I lifted her head up and placed it in my lap, ran my bloodsoaked fingers through her hair. Cassian lifted his head to lock eyes with me. He seemed to understand when he looked at me. He knew what I’d kept from him, from everyone. “We won’t let her die, okay?” I nodded, my eyes going back down to her face as unconsciousness weighed heavy on her. 

“Hey,” I lifted her chin up and her eyes fell on mine again, “you keep fighting, okay? It’s not your time yet, you just have to wait a bit longer. Okay, sweetheart?” She breathed in a shuddering breath, nodding once, twice. “I need you to tell me exactly what happened, can you do that?” It was a weak attempt at getting her to stay awake, and probably wouldn’t help her emotionally. 

She breathed in a deep breath through her nose before attempting to talk. “Hybern soldiers,” she cleared her throat, her voice hoarse, like she’d been screaming. “I’ve been keeping an eye on the-” ragged cough- “High Lady. She tried to leave the Spring Court this morning, but she was caught by,” blood sputtered onto her lips again, I wiped it away. Her eyes started to droop, my heart was beating harshly against my ribcage, panic seizing me. “She was caught by the King of Hybern’s niece and nephew. She killed them, her and Lucien Vanserra escaped the Spring Court together. But Hybern soldiers were hot on their tails, so I trailed them.”

“That’s good, you’re doing so good, baby,” I praised, my hands shaky as I weaved them through her hair. “What happened next?”

“I followed them, until the Vanserra boy’s brothers found them,” my heart stopped dead. “I incapacitated two of them, they’re still alive, or they were. But the oldest, Eris-” when she coughed next, blood shot into the air in an arch. Cassian pressed down harder on her stomach, but she didn’t wince again, she didn’t even seem to notice. “Eris snuck up on me, I hadn’t seen him traveling with his brothers. We fought, but he managed to get some bindings around my wrists and then stabbed me. I only got away because he was distracted by Lucien and Feyre.” 

Madja and Rhysand reappeared, Madja rushed over and pushed Cassian out of the way. Her breath hitched at the sight of all the blood, the deep wound that was so gruesome you could see (Y/N)’s insides. “You need to leave, Shadowsinger.”

“No,” I growled, my territorial urges surfacing. 

“If you want her to live, you will leave.”

I was not inclined to comply, until Rhysand and Cassian dragged me out, I fought as hard as I could, but they winnowed me out and far away. 

Hours later, when we heard from Madja again, I immediately flew back to the House. I could still smell her blood, it was all over me, all over Cassian, on the couch. But the freshest of it was coming from my room. I rushed in and found her lying on the bed, staring blankly at the walls before I walked in. 

Her eyes found me and I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I kneeled down beside the bed and took one of her hands in my own, “I really thought-” 

“Shh, it’s alright, I know,” she ran her free hand through my hair slowly, a sharp intake of breath at the movement. I took her hand out of my hair and placed it in a resting position, I didn’t want her in any pain if I could help it. “Madja made me drink a potion that dulls pain, it should kick in pretty soon if she is to be trusted.”

I gulped, “sweetheart, what you did for Feyre-”

“I knew there was danger, Az,” she stated, “I knew that I could get hurt, I’ve known for months. But I also knew that she is my High Lady and it’s my duty to protect her. Eris just got the jump on me.”

“He could have killed you,” I growled, anger pulsing. I would find Eris and I would rip the life out of him when I got my hands on him. “He nearly did.”

“He didn’t,” she told me. “Az, I don’t think he wanted to kill me.” Her voice got quieter, as if she was unsure of herself. I furrowed my brow at her statement, “Madja said that he narrowly missed all of my vital organs, someone as experienced as him could have gone straight for the kill. He had the chance, he could have slit my throat, put a dagger through my eye or my heart, but he didn’t. And I remember….” she swallowed, “he hesitated before he stabbed me.”

I shoved that bit of information down for the moment, I’d have to tell Rhysand later, but I just wanted to be with her at that moment. “Okay, I believe you.” My knees ached on the hardwood flooring as I kneeled, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care. For the first time in months, my mate was right there. She was within my reach, and I had no intention of letting her go again. Ever. I kissed the hand I held and silently vowed that I’d never allow harm to come to her again, for as long as there was breath in my lungs.

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[therealmissmagoo2]

Viviane - Lady of the Winter Court - ACOTAR series by Sarah J. Maas

Tray Files Skin Lip Preset 7f Lipstick N35 Eyeliner Nose/Eye Preset 9f/5f Teeth Vampire Eyes OddEye Hair Base Hair Extras Hair Eyebrows Middelo Eyelashes Mouth Crease Body Blush Nails

Look 1: Outfit Boots Look 2: Dress Shoes Look 3: Dress Shoes - same as #2

Optional: Fairies vs. Witches Mod for "Fae" powers

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[highladyofterrasen7]

Vivian: oh my god, she’s high lady!!!!

Kallias

I wanna see more of them

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[azrielsbabyg]

Hii, loved your first story and saw that your requests are open. Now that I saw this new fanart of Cassian, I want to read more about him again. Would you mind writing something about our Lord of Bloodshed comforting the reader after a nightmare? Thank you <33

NOTE- hello and thank you for sending in this request, so sorry for the delay (exams) and I hope you like it!

SUMMARY- You have a nightmare and Cassian comforts you afterwards

PAIRING- Cassian x Reader

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DREAMS CHANGE

Something was wrong. I was in my room, but it didn’t feel like my room. It was awfully cold and suffocating. I reached out to open the door, but I was surprised with what I saw instead. 

There was a lawn, full of roses and sunflowers, a beautiful sight to behold. The sun was shining bright but it was still so so cold. The butterflies floated around, the rabbits hopped about happily, playing in the long grass. 

A pair of hands circled your hips, and you let out a gasp of surprise. You didn’t turn around to see who it was, because in your gut, you already knew the person. 

Suddenly everything turned gloomy. The sun was covered by dark dense clouds, winds gushing wildly. The butterflies were no where to be seen and the rabbits did not move from their positions, as though they were hiding from a predator. 

You looked down at the hands around your stomach, tears welling in your eyes when you saw the claws of a beast. Slowly, turning your head to look at the owner of the claws, you froze. 

Tamlin. In his beast form.

You broke from his grasp and moved a couple feet away from him still in shock, tears threatening to taint your cheeks. He took a step forward, ou simultaneously taking a step back. This continued until your back hit the strong, thick bark of a banyan tree. 

He cornered you, placing both his hands on either side of your head. Drool dripping from his fangs like a dog who has been starved for weeks, if not months. You screamed and screamed and flayed your hands around trying your best to get him away from you. 

“Tamlin get away from me. I said get the fuck away from me!” Your throat hurt from all the screaming. But he didn’t listen. He just lowered his head until it was at the nape of your neck and let out a low chuckle, “You have no idea how long I have waited for this, little dove.”

That was the moment you let out a blood curdling scream. He dug his teeth into your neck and you felt the warmth of your blood dripping down your neck. Your senses were going blank and you couldnt feel any body part of your’s except the blinding pain in your neck. This was it. This was when you would die. You tried to speak but only whimpers came out as you-

You were jolted awake. Your silky night gown sticking to your body due to the layers of sweat drenching your skin. Your breathing was ragged but you willed it to become normal again.

“It was a nightmare. It was just a nightmare” Cassian’s smooth voice drawled as you huffed out a sharp breath. “Are you okay?”

“What happened? Did I do something-” You asked turning around rapidl to see if you caused any damage. You did. A pillow beside your body was shredded, the cotton spilling out from it’s cloth making a big mess. “Oh fuck.” 

Cassian let out a low chuckle, drawing you in for a hug. It was only the two of you in the House of Wind. Azriel was out on a mission and would be expected back home a week later. “I was going over some reports when I heard you screaming. When I entered the room you were thrashing about and crying bloody murder and I tried my best to calm you down.” He rubbed soothing circles on my back. “Was it the same nightmare again?”

You had been having this nightmare for a while now. After merely escaping the clutches of Tamlin from the Spring Court, you didn’t a single night of good sleep. You were a thousand times safer in the Night Court, after all Rhys, Az and Cass would hunt anyone down who even tried to touch you. 

You were one of Cassian’s warriors. Just below him actually, guiding a whole group of women in the Illyrian army. 

You nodded your head, answering his question from before. “Yeah, just that this time he actually got closer to biting my head off.” A shiver slithered up your spine at the memory of the dream. “I’m so sick of this, Cassian. I want just one good proper night of sound sleep, without seeing that bastard’s face in every waking moment.” 

“I know darling, I know.” He continued his rhythm on my back and then pulled me to take a good look at my sweaty face. “Do you want me to sleep here tonight? I can hold you if you want.” He offered with a small smile.

Gods above, that smile was meant to kill.

“I’d very much love that, thank you Cass” You hummed out, your eyes slowly drooping from the exhaustion. 

He gave you a sweet, soft kiss on the forehead before laying you down and cuddling up next to you. You curled up by his side, laying your head on his warm bare chest, falling asleep to the beating of his heart. He started humming a soft lullaby in hopes of putting you off to sleep.

That night, you truly got the best sleep you had in months.

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[ayrandros]

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