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Into the Setting Sun Chapter One: Cassian
Hi everyone! This sequel has been a long time coming, and I wanted to thank you all for your patience. There’s no other way I’d want to end @nessianweek, and I hope you all agree with me<3
also major shoutout to @starksravings for all her help with this chapter!!
Warnings: Angst, Self-Loathing
Word Count: 4.2kish
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Cassian
When Cassian had agreed to spend the night out with Rhys and Azriel a few months ago, he’d had no idea that it would lead to his death while protecting a vampire.
Granted, he’d felt a lot differently about the situation at the time. He’d been happy to lay down his life for hers as he bled out, had been thankful to die knowing that he’d done his job and protected her as best he could.
He wasn’t so thrilled about it now. Not when he knew what came next.
These days, Cassian spent most of his time trying to desperately keep himself away from people, but it was hard when he was so angry it threatened to spill out of him at any given moment. He didn’t trust himself around anything with a pulse, but it was difficult to force himself to stay inside when he could hear heartbeats from a mile away if he concentrated hard enough.
The lure of human blood was overwhelming, and it took everything he had to keep himself locked away where he was safe. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, but even he knew his self-control was stretched dangerously thin. He dreamt of what it would be like to taste human blood, fantasized about how warm and tangy it would be on his tongue when he got too lost in thought. He’d almost snuck out of his apartment to go hunting once or twice before he’d caught himself and horror and guilt and fear shot through him quickly enough to make him turn around.
He didn’t know how any vampire was meant to stand it, but it wasn’t like he was going to ask any of them. Over his dead body – ha – would he ask any of the vampires he’d come to know over the past few months for advice, even if it would make his life easier. He didn’t want anything to do with them, not after what had happened, no matter how many times he’d had Azriel chain him to the wall in the evenings.
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Crimson Blade - Part Three
Summary: When Paris-based Feyre stops contacting their London home, Nesta engages private detective Cassian to investigate. The truth turned out to be much bloodier than she ever expected. ~~ OR a vampire Cassian and human Nesta Victorian love story
Rating: M, for vampire shenanigans
WC: 5.3k
Read on AO3 | Part One | Part Two
A/N: Phew! The final part! Writing the ending was quite a struggle for me😅 but I hope you like it and thank you so much for reading it so far. Please enjoy!💕
Dinner is ready on the stove. Help yourself.
Nesta sighs as she crumbles up the note and tosses it in the trash. Elain hasn’t spoken to her since the night Feyre stopped by. Not without frosted looks and curt words.
I can explain, she wants to say. Yet, she can’t. Not when she can’t give a reason Elain can accept or one that doesn’t require Nesta lying through her teeth and Elain knows it.
Nesta places a careful finger on the surface of the pot to test its temperature and hums in content. She scoops out the hearty soup into a bowl and grabs a piece of bread.
She is in the middle of her meal when Elain walks into the dining room with her own bowl. She barely acknowledges Nesta as she sits at the opposite end of the table. The two sisters say nothing, only the gentle sound of cutlery against chinaware fills the room.
Nesta sneaks glances, taking in her sister’s perfectly kept appearance. Elain has always maintained a flawless disposition: from beautiful golden curls to prudent but stylish outfits. But there is something that is different lately, she notices. Nesta can’t quite put her finger on it but Elain is simply radiant.
“How is the employment with the Vanserras going?” She asks, gently dabbing her mouth with a handkerchief. She keeps her movements deliberately slow as she keeps her empty bowl.
“Good”
“Learning a lot?”
Elain puts down her spoon to fix a wary stare at her sister. She asks flatly, “Are you going somewhere with this?”
Nesta raises her hands in platitude. “Just making conversation.” She pauses, azure eyes narrow as her brain pieces together the information, “Should there be something I should be aware of? Someone?”
Dusty pink floods the tips of Elain’s ears even as she answers resolutely, “No”
“Elain-”
“No,” she cuts in, her lips folding into a thin line. Her fingertips turn white where she is holding on to the spoon. “I don’t need to tell you anything.”
Nesta bites down a sigh. She gathers her dinnerware in her hands, ready to exit the room. Her movement halts just enough to say, “Just be careful.”
***
The sky darkens as it always does, the glittering stars and waxing gibbous moon illuminates the night. Inside Nesta’s bedroom, a lone gaslight cast its gentle glow on her novel as she reads in bed. Her fingers grip loosely on the edges.
In a single moment, the room feels startlingly still.
The book clatters to the floor as fingers go unwittingly slack. Every hair on her body stands - a familiar and terrifyingly different sensation. Nesta scrambles to stand, grabbing blindly for anything she can use as a weapon. Her fingers close around a candlestick.
Elain’s scream ring through the house as rough hands grab at Nesta around her waist. She swings the candlestick wildly. It makes an impact with a low “oomph” but only incites a low chuckle.
“Oh, you’ve got fire.” Sharp pointed edges skim along the surface above her jugular. Her attacker sniffs deeply from behind her, “You are going to be exquisite.”
A scream rips from her throat as Nesta thrashes around with all her might. The hard grip around her middle tightens as he laughs again, amused by her futile attempt.
She refuses to let up, stomping her feet, thrashing about, as her assailant drags her out to their sitting room. And then she sees Elain’s tear streaked face as another vampire forces her to her knees and Nesta freezes.
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” She bellows, terror holds her in a tight snare. She does a quick look of her surroundings.
One, two, three. Three atrociously strong vampires, judging by how easily they manhandled the Archeron sisters.
A cold startling clarity washes over her when she realises exactly how out of depth they are. Without prompting, Nesta sinks to the ground, begging, “Please. Just take me. You don’t need her.” Her voice drops to a weak plea, “I’ll do anything.”
A beautiful woman enters the fray. With long cascading blonde hair and high sharp cheekbones, she looks around the room with a bored ease. When she turns her sapphire gaze on her, it chills Nesta to the core. Nesta is pinned in her place, unable to move as the stranger raises a gnarly scarred finger to her chin.
She angles her head to the side in mock contemplation, “You must be Nesta, and that,” she directs the same scarred finger to her sister, “must be Elain.”
She follows Nesta’s gaze to her hand and draws it back to her chest, cooing, “You see this? Courtesy of your youngest sister, I’m afraid. So vicious.”
A pit forms in her stomach. Nesta doesn’t deign to fight back. She whispers, “Please.”
The beautiful female throws her head back in bone chilling laughter. Her smile is wide and cruel as she taunts, “I’ll give you a front row seat,” and lunges for Elain.
In a moment, everything seems to be happening at once. Nesta begins to scream, every muscle in her body seizes in the attempt to break out of the stone hold pinning her down. Then there is a loud crash of glass and large wings descend on her and the weight on her lifts.
Cassian stands over her, his face contorted in rage, his throat practically trembles with a low feral growl. Blood splatters his leathered armour from where he ran a long blade through the other male. He looks down at her, hazel eyes meet panicked blue grey.
“Elain”
His head snaps towards the middle Archeron where the female has her fangs poised at her throat. Elain is silent as tears stream down fair skin.
He crosses the room in a flash but is blocked by another male, sparks fly as Cassian’s blade clashes against another sword. He easily disarms and strikes down the male but it is too late when the blonde sinks her fangs into Elain.
No, no, no.
Nesta tries to run towards her sister but is almost immediately pinned down again by yet another male. Rage stirs in her, an all encompassing black hole that eats everything in its way and devoids her of any other emotion.
Cassian turns his blade on the female next but she simply laughs and roughly releases Elain, who falls to the ground, bleeding freely from her neck. He dives towards her. It proves to be a deadly distraction as the blonde uses the opportunity to throw a small blade that punches a hole through his wing. Her other hand swiftly empties a dark crimson syringe into his exposed arm.
The reaction is immediate. Cassian convulses, colour leeches from his face and he plunges his sword into the ground in effort to keep himself standing. “Ianthe, you bitch!”
“Dead man’s blood,” Ianthe explains to a thrashing Nesta, “you might as well say your goodbyes now.” She walks casually back to Elain, long graceful limbs step into the pool of blood to prop Elain on her lap. Thoroughly unbothered by the carnage, she runs a delicate finger down an increasingly pale face.
“This on the other hand, so beautiful,” she tuts, “it would be such a waste to let you die. Not when you can be so much more.”
She lifts her own wrist to scrape her fangs over the surface and draws blood. She rubs it against Elain’s bleeding neck, mixing the blood. She drops Elain back to the ground like a broken doll and casually wipes her chin on her sleeve, smudging the crimson stains. She smiles, a terrifying vision of fair beauty with a blood trail miles long.
Time stills as Ianthe focuses her gaze on Nesta.
Nesta ignores how heart is wailing as she raises a chin to spit at Ianthe, echoing the words from Cassian earlier, “You bitch. I’m going to kill you.”
Fate tightens the noose around Nesta’s neck as Ianthe simply laughs. “Finish her.” She orders dismissively, like it means absolutely nothing to her.
Her head is forced upwards by a painful grip on her hair, exposing her throat. A cold metallic surface presses against her neck and it is all Nesta could do to level a cold stare at the Romanian vampire. In the next moment, the metal blade against her neck swiftly slices against her jugular.
Nesta crashes onto the floor.
There is a loud roar, Nesta notes distantly through the overwhelming agony. But her world is eclipsed in red as she gurgles on her rapidly spilling blood, her body convulsing on the cold ground.
Just as blissful darkness is about to claim her and take her pain away, Ianthe’s blood smeared face enters her view, her mouth lifting into a smug smile.
“You see, brainless brute.” The cruel voice taunts, “We still win.”
Impossibly, the pain amplifies and all Nesta feels is her body burning in a raging fire. After an endless eternity, the darkness finally, finally takes her.
***
She is drowning. Nesta is sure of it. How else would her body feel so heavy and weightless at the same time? Why else would her lungs feel such a burning ache?
It would be so easy to give into it, surrender herself but there’s something else.
A music. It’s familiar. Light and dreamy - an eternal dance. Debussy’s Arabesque.
The flowing keys tug at her heartstrings insistently. She reaches for it in response and pulls, immediately transporting her to a different scene.
Rich hazel eyes, a warm sparkle with flecks of green and gold. A large hand on her waist, effortlessly supporting her through each spin, jump and dip. Thick lips curved into an amused smile, and though they form shapes - words, there is no sound other than the music. A beauty that fills her with so much joy.
Nesta follows the music, the dance. Let a charming smile and strong hands spin her closer and closer until her vision is enveloped by a blinding light.
Then the music stops abruptly, taking the light and dance with it.
Once again, she is plunged into cold, merciless darkness.
***
There are people talking in a hushed worried tone a short distance away. It’s distracting, almost irritating. She wants to frown.
Or maybe she did because the voices halt and a warm hand envelopes hers, calloused fingers rubbing soothing circles. Reluctantly, Nesta opens her eyes.
Inky jet black hair, golden brown face with bright hazel eyes, accompanied by a fair, freckled face with familiar blue grey eyes.
“Nesta?” A concerned feminine voice asks. Feyre.
She groans. A multitude of arms supports her as she tries to sit up. Immediately, she sways violently though not because she’s feeling faint but from the sudden and unexpected influx of senses.
She squeezes her eyes but there is still the chatter of voices, three pounding heartbeats in the room in different tempos, the scratching of fingernails on fabric sheets, the ticking of clocks, the rush of water within the pipes.
Nesta can’t breathe. It is too much, it is all too much.
No, she will be damned if she lets this get to her.
Breathe. In.
The inward flow of air.
Out.
Outward flow of air.
She repeats this a couple of times. Forcing herself to focus on nothing but the flow of air in and out of her lungs. Slowly, the pounding in her ears recedes to a calm reassuring lub dub. Nesta takes a deep inhale before she lets her eyes open.
Cassian stands before her with one hand still reaching out. He draws it back, the action bellies uncertainty and doubt even as he radiates concern.
Her gaze shifts to his thickly bandaged arm hanging in a sling and the gnarly wound in his wing. The events from before rush back to her.
“Why?” She croaks out, her throat dry from disuse, “Why not just kill us and be done with it?”
She looks down at her hands, noticing how her skin has changed. How it glides with the moonlight, its sole and ever companion.
Why did they have to turn us into monsters?
Cassian looks pained by her question. He answers with a tension in his jaw, “There’s an old blood practice that the newly turned will always belong to the clan of the one who turned them.”
Bile coats her tongue. A vision comes to her, of a beautiful stone castle sat high atop in an evergreen coniferous forest - an image that she is sure she has never seen before. To be trapped, nothing more than a bird, prized for as long as they had political value.
“The Floareas?”
“Rhys is sorting it out with Tamlin. I expect even Tamlin never expected Ianthe to take it this far. But even if he does…” Cassian shakes his head, saying fiercely, “I will never let them take you or Elain.”
The world stops moving beneath her feet and she crashes back to Earth.
She swallows thickly, “Elain… is she?”
“She woke up a day before you did. She’s…” he trails off, wincing slightly, “she’s not doing well.”
That is all Nesta needed to hear. She braces herself, gathering her strength, and nods briskly, “I’ll need to be there for her.”
A gentle arm stops her in her tracks. A rare look of hesitancy appears on the detective’s face, “You need to feed first. It may not feel like much but the urge will hit you sooner than later.”
He holds up a crimson glass, the scent drifts to her nose in a tantalising sizzle. Her stomach tightens even as every other part of her wants to turn away in disgust.
Her gums begin to ache slightly - a wild feral instinct eggs her on. She bites down on it to force out, “No”
He reaches out with a sigh. “Nesta, there is so much more to drinking blood that you need to know.” His thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of her hand, “for sustenance, yes. But never to cause pain and occasionally,” his eyes darken, “for pleasure.” He shakes his head slightly, mostly to himself. “But first, you need to drink before you lose yourself. Please.”
The clock ticks away. The urge gets harder to resist with every second. Saliva drips down her chin and seeps into the fabric of her bedsheet.
“Nesta”
Something in her snaps and she grabs the glass and down it in one gulp. The life sustenance flows down her throat like silk, and she could’ve, might’ve moaned, she isn’t sure. All that matters is the rush of warmth that spreads throughout her body, it opens her senses and flings them wide. The world spinning beneath her feet, the clicking of horse hooves from three blocks away, the faint buzzing of street lamps lined for a mile below. While the earlier expanse of senses felt over stimulating and overwhelming, this felt natural and empowering.
Her feet carry her to the nearest lifeform and she places a slender hand on firm chest, feeling the flow of blood rushes underneath skin, how it connects to the organ pumping it through.
Slowly, carefully, rough calloused but oh so warm hand envelopes hers and presses it firmly against the pounding organ. It says what the male knows she is not quite ready to hear just yet.
Yours.
Forever.
Swallowing thickly, she drops her hand like hot coal and turns away.
The door closes with a click behind her but the sensation of hazel eyes burning into her back lingers for a long time after.
***
The days pass in a blur. The world moves around Rhysand’s Parisian home.
Nesta steps into the room Elain was in. Her sister is curled into a comma on the bed, her arms wrapped around herself. Nesta wonders what’s going through her head as she sits on the floor right by where Elain’s head is. She cautiously takes her sister’s cool hand and just sits.
Later, she walks past Cassian without saying a word and pretends not to notice the way his eyes dimmed as she does.
*
She watches Feyre futilely tries to needle Elain into getting out of bed with the promise of continental travel - the way Elain always dreamed of.
Elain barely stirs.
With despondency clouding her head, Nesta returns to her room where she finds a well read paperback novel sitting on her bedside table. Curious, she picks it up to scan through the blurb.
It’s a romance novel. Not dissimilar to the ones sitting on her shelf in her London home.
With a small upward flick of her lips, the elder Archeron flips to the first page and begins reading.
*
She glares at the glass full of ruby and ignores the familiar ache in her gums. She is stronger than her baser instincts, she chants in her head.
Everything can be beat with an iron will, she tells herself as a drop of saliva hits the floor.
A bird lands outside her window, chirping loudly. Nesta startles, her head snapping to the window to turn her venomous glare on the flying creature. Even its squawk sounds terrified as it scatters into the sunny skies, far away from the shadows she is trapped in.
She pants as she re-settles her gaze back on the filled glass.
She hates that it’s emptied in the next thirty seconds.
With an irate heart, she picks up another novel left by the armrest of her favoured plushed chair in the sitting room, and lets it transport her to a different continent, far away from the entrapping French house.
*
“No.”
“Nes-“
A vice grip closes around her heart. A muscle in her jaw twitches in response as she cuts him off with a snap, “I said no.”
Cassian crosses his arms, the action squeezes bulging muscles tight against his chest, emphasising biceps the size of her head. He frowns, creasing the scar cut brow. “It’s just a walk.”
A walk. Outside in the streets. With other humans around.
She bares her teeth.
“Get your ears checked. I’m not repeating myself again.”
A light sparks in his eyes and he leans forward with a smirk, his lips a hair width away from her ear, sharp canines skirt the shell of her ear. Hot breath raises bumps at the back of her neck, extending downwards with each puff of air. “You’re welcome to check them for me.”
She rolls her eyes even as she fails to suppress the shiver. She walks past him with a rough shove of her shoulders, heading for her bedroom. Her head hits a hard corner when she collapses backwards into the soft mattress.
Scowling, she rubs her head with one hand, the other stretches underneath the thick blanket. Her fingers grab blindly for the small rectangular object and pull it out. Opening to a random page, she comes across a passage so lewd she snorts.
The sheer audacity of him.
*
Nesta closes the door behind her with an empty ruby stained glass in hand. She lets out a shuddering exhale after it snicks shut. The image of a largely unresponsive Elain, sitting by the window, staring blankly down at the Parisian streets slices through her each time she sees it. Convincing her (or really, leaving it to her natural instincts) to drink the blood is the limit to all Nesta could do to reach towards her sister.
Elain still barely moves from her spot, barely speaks a word and Nesta is nearly at her wits end.
She numbly heads down to the kitchen and puts the glassware under running water. A chatter pulls her out of the fog of her brain as a door above opens and the voices of Rhysand, Feyre and Cassian float down.
A sudden bout of weariness hits her. With no inclination to see any of them, she stays in the basement, settling into a wooden chair by the plain table.
She pushes away that inner voice telling her that she’s hiding.
That voice could piss off too.
An all-consuming presence enters the kitchen and she knows that there is no avoiding it. But still she remains unmoving, keeping her eyes trained on the swirling pattern of the rough wooden surface.
His footsteps are soft, his gruffy well-worn Oxford shoes stop right at the edge of her peripheral vision, and a soft thud lands right beside her.
Nesta knows what it is without looking.
The steps move away and wordlessly settle at the other end of the mid-sized kitchen table. There is the distinct click of a document bag, followed by the rustling of papers. Nesta pulls the paperback print towards her, flipping it to its back to scan through the synopsis. The edges of her lips flicked upwards.
“Do you enjoy hanging around bookshops picking out erotic novels?”
Cassian looks up from the newspaper clippings he was flipping through. Surprise overtakes hazel eyes before melting into a soft, amused glint. “Oh yes, I even ask for recommendations. I believe my exact descriptors were - the filthier, the better.”
She drawls with an arch of her brow, “And they didn’t arrest you?”
He drops the papers, abandoning the news clippings altogether. His expression turns almost thoughtful, asking, “Would you bail me out if they do?”
She huffs and dips her head back into the spine of the book, “No.”
*
She should have known.
“You’re unbelievable.”
The replying grin from behind steel bars is unrepentant and stokes a homicidal urge in her. She pushes it down and switches to fluent French with a sigh, affirming his identity to the policeman next to her. The gates soon swing open to release the hulking vampire.
“You came.” He remarks warmly after they step into the dark streets of the French capital.
An annoyed tsk rolls off her tongue and she snips, “You owe me a hundred francs.”
It does nothing to dampen the man’s spirits. On the contrary, the shit-eating grin widens. “Worth it.”
”If you ask for me again, I’ll leave you to rot in that cell for the rest of your immortal existence.”
Nesta narrows blue grey eyes at the shrug she received, suddenly struck by the notion that the male next to her could have left anytime he wanted - be it with his skills as a detective or as a vampire.
But he got her to leave the house, still his victory. She admits sourly to herself as she glances around. The street lights buzz in the air, illuminating the streets for Parisians still wandering around despite the late hour. The slight tinge of fresh dirt permeates the air, emitting a comforting scent Nesta ever only associates with the early hours. It soothes her as it always did, as if nothing has changed, as if she hasn’t changed.
A crash of glass shatters the peace so abruptly that even the stars above seem to flinch with the disturbance, winking disapprovingly at the shouting that ensues.
There is a distinct shout of a keeper as he swings the door open. Two drunken men stagger out of the dingy tavern, shouting profanity. One of whom is waving the broken edge of the wine bottle threateningly at the other.
Nesta scrunches her nose in disdain.
She stills, noticing the danger just a second too late.
The bottle descends sharply and easily penetrates the skin, tainting the air with the delectable metallic sting of blood.
Her treacherous body reacts instantly - it withholds her breath, filling it with nothing but the scent of fresh blood. A familiar soreness develops in her gums, her muscles seized in an overwhelming urge to pounce.
Rough fingertips close around her wrist, another strong arm wraps around her waist, lifting her until the force of her feet against concrete pavement is nothing more than a featherweight. The world whirl past her in a flash until the broad street has collapsed into the tight space between buildings.
Nesta raises her chin to meet bright hazel lined in gold. A low snarl builds in her chest, accompanied by the heated roar in her ears. Even with the distance, the smell of spilt blood is lodged in her nose, an inextinguishable flame.
She sniffs deeply as Cassian angles his head to bare his neck.
Despite the act of submission, his words are commanding, sending a jolt down her spine. “Take it.”
Her world narrows to a bulging vein.
She stops herself, her open mouth barely an inch away from the rich expanse of brown skin. Her heavy breaths linger cloyingly and raise bumps. The back of her neck is enveloped in a comforting warmth that pushes her in and closes the distance.
The pressure doesn’t leave her neck as sharp incisors pierce into flesh like a hot butter knife. There is a gasp, a low guttural moan. Nesta barely registers the sounds emitting from her, or him.
She thought her decanted meals were sinful. It has nothing on the rush of liquid silk down her throat. All sweet and decadent but somehow still savoury and rich.
Her hands wrap around the all too large body and pull him closer. Closer closer closer, a devil purrs.
The grip around her tightens and there is suddenly a cocoon of wings shielding them from the world. With her body flushed tightly into his front, there is no denying the hard length poking insistently at her stomach, the coil tightening in her core, the moisture pooling between her legs.
The blood still flows even as a large knee wedges between her legs to apply a delicious friction. The bruising grip on her hips has never been more tantalising.
“What the fuck?”
A drunken slur.
Their heads snap up as protective wings unfurl slightly to reveal a solitary man. His steps are uneven, his grey eyes trying desperately to focus and process the image before him.
Cassian is next to him in a flash, rivulets of blood seeping into his white shirt. His golden pupils glow frighteningly in the night, his mouth split into a terrifying white grin, baring elongated fangs.
The commanding growl, impossible for any humans to resist, reverberates through the air.
“Don’t move.”
***
There is a commotion below, the noise uncharacteristically loud for the stuffy house.
Nesta jolts awake, the quilted blanket slides down to reveal her bare body underneath. Beneath her, her bed begins to move and she hears the gruffly protest through the vibrations of a broad chest. “It’s early.”
Nesta is tempted to drop the weight on her palms to collapse back into the comforts of her muscular pillow.
“It’s almost evening.” She reminds the arm snaking around her neck, dragging her back under the covers.
Cassian hums as he moves to rest his head on her chest, effectively pinning her down. His reply is muffled by ample bosom, “Early for a graveyard shift.”
“Is that what we are on?” She asks. The sleeping cycle she had been following the past month had been a jumbled mess. Not quite day but also not quite night - her body craving the moon just as much as it misses the sun.
Cassian moves his head from side to side, enjoying his position a little too much, in Nesta’s opinion. He shrugs, “We follow whatever hours we choose.”
Nesta looks up at the ceiling, struck by the daunting prospect of an infinite number of dark hours of just existing.
The weight of messy curls lifts to reveal a frown, perspective hazel that sees all too much. Cassian continues a tad gently, “There is a freedom that comes with not being beholden to society and the fragile hold of mortality. You can be anything you choose to be, spend your hours the way you want to.”
The door outside Nesta’s room slams shut, a room suspiciously in the direction of Elain’s. It forces Nesta to push her own worries out of mine, springing into action. She dresses quickly and hurries down, Cassian following closely behind her.
“What happened?” She sharply asks the room, occupied by her younger sister and her beau.
Blue grey eyes follow the eye line of a twin pair of blue grey to find the innocuous opened letter sitting on the floor. She snatches it up with the slight tremor in her fingers.
Reparations in the form of enough gold to set her and Elain up for decades and perhaps more crucially, release of any binding claim from the House of Floareas, personally signed by Tamlin.
It’s a good sign, right? Yet, the sound of slamming doors earlier remains a perplexity Nesta’s mind can’t seem to be able to explain.
She asks again, “What happened?”
Feyre answers with a sigh, waving an elegant hand. “It’s not the letter, it’s its courier - a dashing Vanserra that Elain seemed to know well. I’m not sure who seemed more distraught by the encounter, really.”
She looks back down at the letter. The image of Elain numbly sitting by the window for weeks contrasted against the Elain that sniped at Nesta for being nosy and overbearing, her pretty face flushed at the thought of a clear romantic interest.
Nesta has failed her sister terribly but perhaps there is still time for them to heal. And just perhaps, the place of healing is not the City of Lights but their home across the channel.
With her fists clenched by her side and a warm bear paw of a hand supporting her with the lightest touch on her back, she announces to the room, “Perhaps it’s time we return to London.”
***
Nesta clutches on to her umbrella, her enhanced hearing picking up clear voices despite the pitter patters echoing off the roads and roofs of dreary London.
“Tomas,” the young Clare Beddor, still too fresh into her first season, squeaks even as she tries to keep the fluster and panic out of her voice, “people can see us!”
“Let them,” he mutters, his head leaning in to muzzle into the crook in her neck, his larger frame closing in on her trembling body, “you’re mine sooner or later.”
The flesh where Nesta’s fingers meet the thin handle of the umbrella turns white. She grits her teeth. Where on earth are they?
“Tomas, please!” The young girl’s voice rose an octave.
Every muscle in Nesta’s body tenses, her knees bend slightly, ready to-
“Mr Mandray!”
Nesta lets loose a breath.
A pair of Scotland Yard’s finest round on the couple, successfully extricating them, much to Clare’s relief and Tomas’s chagrin. Tomas glowers at them, though its effect is undermined by the tomato shade of red his face and neck are turning.
“I am Inspector Smith, this is Inspector Donovan.” The officer gestures to himself and his partner, “We need you to come with us.”
He demands, “Do you know who I am?”
“Mr Mandray, we have the necessary paperwork to take you in. Whether we do so nicely,” Inspector Smith says with a huff, his hands sliding to his waistband where his cuffs are, “or not is entirely up to you.”
The officers stare expectantly, only swiftly reacting to disarm the noble born when his arm swings high in retaliation. Within the span of seconds, they have Tomas’s arms twisted uncomfortably behind him and locked in a pair of cuffs.
Nesta turns back into the shadows of the building’s rooftop. Her fingers tap at the memory of the mountain high evidence detailing the bribery and blackmailing activities of the younger Mandray sitting on the officers’ desk. With Cassian personally vouching for the integrity of these inspectors, Nesta has no doubts that the man’s days of terrorising young females into submission are over.
She closes her umbrella and circles her arm around the offered elbow, looking up into glowing hazel eyes. A tightness around her chest eases and she feels herself relaxing into a smile.
There is still a lot that needs to be overcome, a lot of her new life that needs to be figured out. But just maybe, Nesta can take it one moment at a time.
Afterall, she has the rest of an eternity to do so.
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@nessianweek Day 4, AU!
I present to you, dear reader, "What Happens In the Night" an alpha werewolf Cassian/vampire Nesta AU set in the universe of "The Mate Games" by Meg Anne and K. Lorraine. You do not need to be familiar with those books to enjoy this fic, however! Go enjoy some interspecies smut.
🐺🪢🩸❤️
#did someone say knotting?#I did. it was me. I said it#werewolf cassian#alpha Cassian#vampire nesta#fated mates#nesta X Cassian#Cassian X Nesta#Nessian#Nessian week#nessianweek2023#day 4: AU#acotar#acosf#acowar#nesta archeron#cassian#gwyneth berdara#as an honarable mention tho not an active player
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I like to imagine what it would be like for Nessian to keep that human x fae forbidden element through vampire x werewolf forbidden pairing au 👀 so I made a moodboard. I can’t be convinced regal Nesta doesn’t exude ruthless, immaculate, vampire energy and Cassian wild, raw strength energy ✨
#this was suppose to be for Nessian week#but ala chris I was too late#typical me#nesta archeron#nessian#acotar#I still have my neris ideas#maybe I’ll make it for eris week but no probably not
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A Drabble Game, to celebrate 600 followers ♡
NO LONGER ACCEPTING REQUESTS :)
First, let me say how grateful I am for all of you. When I joined the fandom a year and some months ago, I never imagined that I would become part of such a vibrant community. It's been a great time, thank you.
To give something back to all of you, I made this game. The rules are simple:
➀ Choose a Pairing*
Azris ✦ Gwynriel ✦ Nessian ✦ Feysand ✦ Elucien ✦ Gwynlain ✦ Emorie ✦ Morlain ✦ Helion x LoA
*for non-shipping drabbles, feel free to request characters that do not appear on the pairings list but please make sure that at least one of the characters from the pairings above is included in your request. I'm also more than happy to write poly ships involving the characters above—just ask.
➁ Pick a Setting
Canon ⁓ or ⁓ Alternate Universe
AU Options: Modern AU ✦ College AU ✦ Regency AU ✦ Werewolves and/or Vampires AU ✦ A/B/O ✦ Royalty AU (these are just what I feel most comfortable writing on short notice)
➂ Drop your choices in my ask box and include at least a few sentences detailing the request.
Need some inspiration? Check out this masterlist of writing prompts by @creativepromptsforwriting.
Given the occasion, my target length is 600 words for each drabble request that lands in my inbox. For the sake of this game, let's keep things relatively PG-13 in the spice department. Also, I will not be killing any characters (unless you make a very good case for it or it's a canon baddie.) I'll accept requests through Sunday, July 30th and I will begin writing drabbles as soon as requests start coming in :)
Knowing myself, there is a good chance that some of these drabbles will be longer than 600 words but I will attempt to keep myself within the limits I've set. I'll do my best to fulfill every request in roughly the same order I receive them. I look forward to seeing what you guys come up with. Thank you again 💕
#ask game#drabble requests#drabble game#reblog to spread the word#azris#gwynriel#nessian#feysand#elucien#gwynlain#emorie#morlain#helion x lady of autumn#acotar fanfiction#acotar fanfic#acotar drabble#acotar
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Nessian 10 days AU? 🫠
This fic is pure entertainment. I've been working on it on the side for 6 months now, and I'm at about 30k words (although it's minimally edited and needs to be flushed out). I do have it all roughly outlined though, and I'm so excited for when I finally let myself share it (which will probably be after I finish FRPO).
What can I say about it? We have sex columnist, workaholic "I’ll make him wish he never met me" Nesta and playboy, commitment phobe "Maybe he’d give her a few orgasms for her troubles" Cassian. Think how to lose a guy in 10 days, but more unhinged, more smutty, more politically correct, and also more heartfelt.
Here's a longer snippet from chapter 4 (but bear with me, because I still need to edit it):
“Two weeks,” Rhysand repeated. “You have until then to have whoever I choose fall in love with you.”
His brother wasn’t making this easy, not in one bit.
“Who?” Cassian asked simply, just as Rhysand gaze shifted to look around them.
Rhysand’s eyes darted over an incredibly attractive man, with dark, nearly black skin and a sensuous smile. Cassian would happily let that man love him any day. His brother momentarily watched a girl with short copper brown hair bring a glass to her lips as she laughed. Then Rhys was looking behind Cassian, lifting his chin as if pointing in that direction, saying a simple word:
“Her.”
Cassian quickly turned around in his chair, trying to find who exact Rhys was gesturing at across the dark bar.
There were far too many women, so Rhysand clarified, “The one in black.”
Cassian’s eyes widened at the girl near the bar, in a black mini-dress, a hand stroking up her hips as she danced and tossed her blond hair back. Cassian would not mind spending the next week with her. His gaze was entirely fixed on her—she was fucking gorgeous.
There was a hand on his chin, stretched down from where Rhys now stood beside him. His brother pushed his head, guiding his gaze an inch to the left before pointing in that very same direction.
“I’m talking about her.”
Cassian’s gaze found the other woman in black, sitting on a high stool at the bar. Her golden-brown hair was braided in a crown around her head, almost regal in the dark clothing she wore—high waisted dress pants and a tight, lacy shirt. Even from the distance, he could just make out the dark shade of lipstick she wore, painting the frown on her lips to a near black. She lifted a clear glass filled halfway with an orange drink to her lips, staining the rim as she stared ahead of herself and took a sip.
“Morticia Addams?” Cassian asked, staring across the bar at the woman in disbelief. She was pretty, he had to admit, but not someone he’d ever pick for himself. “Buffy the Vampire Slayer?”
“Careful,” Azriel warned from behind him, voice low and just a bit teasing, “that's the future love of your life you’re talking about.”
Cassian bit back a laugh. As if.
She was simply the woman he’d spend the next two weeks with, getting to know well enough to have her falling in love with him. And maybe he’d give her a few orgasms for her troubles—more, if she was willing to let Cassian give them to her. She was simply a means to an ends, someone to help him ease the growing strain on his conscious that demanded he settle his most recent debt. Just this one since he could never hope to repay any of the rest.
Cassian straightened his shoulders, setting down his beer and making to stand.
“Two weeks?” he asked, shaking his head to psych himself up, leaving loose strands of his hair falling into his face.
“Or less,” Rhysand said, nearly taunting, “if you think you can manage it.”
Cassian didn’t say anything, not wanting to dig himself further into this hole. He kept his gaze fixed on his target, watching as her frown deepened into a scowl. He’d charmed countless people in his life, some only with a flirty smile and a dazzling look. He’d had people taking their clothes off before he’d even said a word, ready for the promise of fun he seemed to exude.
The woman at the bar looked like she could use some fun. Luckily, Cassian was ready to give it to her.
At long last, when he took a step towards her, he was grinning.
“She’s gonna eat him alive,” Azriel said from behind him.
Rhysand chuckled. “Without a doubt.”
#WIPs#acotar fanfiction#nessian#nessian fanfiction#nesta archeron#cassian#nesta x cassian#au nessian#modern nessian
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Your writing is amazing and I’m literally taking notes every time I read your work lol. I’ve been looking but do you have any Nessian or Nesta one-shots???
Thank you so much!! I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that you like my writing 🥹 I haven't written a lot of Nessian, but you can find some of my drabbles here and here.
There are so many incredible Nessian works out there, so I made a small recs list of some of my favourites below!!
I See You by @iambutmortal is a Nessian Medusa AU that is so insanely hot I find myself thinking about it all the time. She also writes incredible Feysand and Elucien!!
Anything @separatist-apologist writes is pure excellence but her Montana!Cassian, Cowboy Like Me, is in my humble opinion one of the BEST Nessian fics out there. It has everything: hilarious banter, sexy smut and Cassian on a horse. It really doesn't get any better than this.
I have also recently started reading the masterpiece that is Viciousness & Intelligence by @thesistersarcheron and LET ME TELL YOU. The way this fic is making me insane. Nesta x Cassian x Azriel should've been canon, that's all I'm saying.
No one does Nessian like @moodymelanist, and Where The Light Won't Find You has got to be my favourite fic of hers, but they're all so insanely good make sure you check out her masterlist here if you haven't already!
@vulpes-fennec has just started an INCREDIBLE Circus AU, Prythian's Fantasia, and Nessian is one of the featured pairings. The first chapter is already out and I promise you you're in for a TREAT.
@headcanonheadcase, apart from being a sexy Gwynriel writer, also writes VERY sexy Nessian, and I have it on good authority she's currently working on an amazing Hockey AU (and if you like Gwynriel, make sure to check out The Bargain!!)
@fieldofdaisiies writes my FAVOURITE x Reader fics (have you read her Vampire!Elucien?? It single-handedly rewired my brain, I’m just saying), and you can find her Cassian and Nessian works here!!
Like I said - there are so many incredible Nessian fics out there, and I DEFINITELY forgot tons of them, but I'm working on a massive fic recs list so keep an eye out for more soon!! This fandom has so many talented people, we are truly blessed.
#if you've read/are planning to read any of these come into my askbox so we can scream about them together#nessian fic recs#nessian
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Nessian as Vampires for Supernatural AU Day #NessianWeek2022
artist: _inkye [instagram]
click here to see nsfw version
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On-Going Stories 🌞
Cruel Summer - I love you ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? - With a broken heart and a bruised ego, Elain tries to survive living alongside Azriel in her family's summer home, where they all gather to celebrate Nesta and Cassian's wedding.
Threads of Fate & Magical Inns - On her way to Velaris, a storm forces Elain to stop at a remote inn for the night. After finding herself snowed in, Elain has to wait the storm out with only a solemn cat as company. Or so she thought.
Feysand Oneshots ✨
Home - A short domestic oneshot of feysand and baby nyx
Beautiful Boy - Nyx’s first birthday party.
Elriel Oneshots 🌹
After Midnight - Elriel sneaking out to the cabin (Elriel Month 2023)
Secrets and Promises - An Elriel Starfall One Shot
Lonely Heart - Injured Azriel (hurt/comfort)
Lover of Mine - "How about some lazy morning sex for Elriel"
Keeping Secrets - Cassian's allergies help him solve a mystery 🪻
Mastermind - An Elriel Halloween One-Shot 🎃
One Night Only - An Elriel Christmas Story 🎄
Noctis Florere - Vampire AU 🧛♂️
A Case of Punctuality - New Year's Eve One-Shot (Pure Smut) 🎆
Too Sweet (for me) - Azriel tries not to think about Elain (and fails miserably) 🥃
Rowaelin Oneshots ❤️🔥
I've Just Seen a Face - Modern AU, Coffee-shop x love at first sight (songfic)
Threads of Fate and Magical Pubs - A Rowaelin Christmas Story 🎄
Rowaelin Fanfic ❤️🔥
Strung-Out Heart - Oh hold
Bonus 💫
November Prompts - Elriel, Elorcan, Manorian 🍂
12 Days of Christmas - 12 short christmas stories to celebrate the holidays. Includes Feysand, Elriel & Nessian! 🎄
You can also read my stories on AO3 !
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You know amidst all the wonderful discussions we have had in our small corner of the acotar community, a thing that has been on my mind since I've first joined and got invested in all of this in back in 2021, is the thing about the Archeron sister's transformation into fae and the aftermath of it. And my deep disappointment that the author like many other things in her books overlooks or only once briefly touchs upon. Like maybe it's partly because I have read admittedly a lot of vampire turning stories on where they have to adjust to their new reality, but realistically I think that all of the sisters shouldn't have accepted their circumstances that quickly. Like, the humans grew up on stories and tales of the fae, the fae still terrorized the humans on the other side of the wall all this time until Book 1 and past that, their fears are absolutely justified (no matter how Miss Maas tries to tell us the opposite, because what the fuck???) and bc of the sisters involvement they get pulled into the mess eventually, Elain and Nesta get kidnapped, their house burned to the ground and imprisoned for hours until they get dragged into a eldritch sentient cauldron and forcibly/painfully turned for an fairy king's test experimentation, for some kind of sick spectacle. And obviously this is deeply scarring. But like they should have had a lot more difficulty in their healing journeys to come to terms with their loss of humanity. From everything they ever knew and were completely uprooted and ripped away from. And now they should be apparently grateful for that? they should just adapt to fae culture like nothing without any problems? and completely enstrange themselves from their human origins and own culture and customs because humans are lesser inferior beings? this is messed up like holy fuck and it makes me very angry.
Like there should have problems/conflict with body dysphoria, culture shock, cultural misunderstandings and difficulty to adapt* (*to faeness and immortality/longevity). Maybe even struggle with how they get perceived by fae for being born as humans, the good bad and ugly. What it truly means to be human, and eventually becoming comfortable with themselves once again and reluctantly reconciling both halfs and finding peace one day. And I mean as the characters are immortal this arc could span over decades and go slow. But SJM wants her cake without eating it, wants her characters to go from point A to Z without putting any effort at all into it. It makes me frustrated because it could have been so compelling and interesting.
Yeah this tirade got very long, but I hope it overall makes sense ~
Hey
Here's sjm eating the nonexistent cake: the sisters get a pinch traumatized but ultimately they should be grateful they can now be fucked (in both ways) for eternity. And adjusting? Don't worry about that there was no real distinction, besides magic, to begin with.
From the perspective of a Nesta fan
While reading this I realised all my ACOSF au snippets and headcanon include Nesta settling and adjusting to her own body and mind years after she leaves the NC.
Because they're short n sweet it's mostly physical from learning how to sleep without hyper-focusing on the sound of the ocean, to making a habit of walking and winnowing.
But can you imagine the mental adjustment? To immortality?? Sorry, but I'd take myself out if you know what I mean. I'm not doing 100 years or 500 years or eternity.
Now the reason this is all waved away is because Sarah Says so.
That's the rule to truly enjoying her books. Listen to what Sarah Says. Even when her own writing contradicts this - that's the fandom rule : Sarah Says.
This was way longer and turned into a Nessian Rant (PART 3 BABY!! WE'RE BACK) so I'll cut that and make it its own post.
#acotar#nesta archeron#elain archeron#nesta deserves better#my poor girl#anti sjm#sjm critical#anti acomaf#anti acowar#anti acofas#anti acosf
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Fic Masterlist
The fics are all ACOTAR and sorted by pairing, then by date published. Everything I have is available on aO3 under the name mel_0n:
*🌶️= smut (which is almost all of them)
*🔫= incomplete (it's pointed at my head to finish the work)
Gwynriel:
"She's Everything To Me" - Short modern au oneshot 🌶️
"Azriel and Gwyn's Domestic Adventures" - Modern au in which Azriel and Gwyn move in together, play animal crossing, and have domestic bliss 🌶️
"Azriel and Gwyn's Domestic Adventures Pt. 2" - Continuation of the modern au, the couple sees whose going to cave first after banning sex for a week 🌶️
"Keep It Down" - 200 years after the end of ACOSF, Azriel and Gwyn have been indulging in their breeding kink; part 1 in the "Keep It Down" series 🌶️
"The Private Agony" - Azriel returns from the Hewn City with a sore back and wings, Gwyn helps him recover; part 3 in the "Girls and Their Wings" series 🌶️
"Shout It To The Clouds" - Azriel jumps in front of one of his sons, preventing a spell from hitting him, but causing interesting side effects; part 2 in the "Keep It Down" series 🌶️
"Chained To You" - Vampire AU, in which Gwyn is the Vampire and Azriel is the sacrificial virgin 🌶️
"What We Need To Hear" - Part of SJM Romance Week 2023, exploring the love languages between Gwyn and Az at the beginning of their relationship
"Someone Is Going to Die...Of Fun!" - Part of SJM Romance Week 2023, Cassian walks in on grumpy Az and sunshine Gwyn making bracelets
"Whispers In My Ear" - Azriel and Gwyn's schedules keep them apart for far too long where Gwyn is concerned; part 3 in the "Keep It Down" series 🌶️
Nessian:
"The Private Pain" - Cassian returns from Illyria with sore wings, and Nesta is there to help take care of him; part 2 of "Girls and Their Wings" series 🌶️
Elucien:
"Heir of Sunlight and Fire" - Multi-Chapter in which Lucien is ordered to leave the Night Court with Elain and go to Day 🔫🌶️ (eventually)
"To Choose Our Own Way" - Part of SJM Romance Week 2023, Elain realizes she has feelings for Lucien when he announces he's never returning
"Honey That Dick Was 11"" - Short Valentine's Day gift, Elain is at Ladies Night, and the topic shifts towards the males in their lives 🌶️
Azris:
"Care Less More" - Multi-Chapter in which Azriel and Eris have known they were mates for 500 years, spending the entire time antagonizing each other until they don't 🔫🌶️
"Escapism. Vol. 1" - Multi-Chapter modern au in which Azriel and Eris have a fight, leading to an entire family apology tour; part 1 of the "Escapism." series 🌶️
"To Stay In Bed Or To Not Stay In Bed" - Part of SJM Romance Week 2023, Azriel and Eris are on their honeymoon. Azriel wants to explore while Eris just wants to stay in bed 🌶️
"Escapism. Vol. 2" - Multi-Chapter modern au in which Azriel and Eris have a fight, Azriel gets drunk, calls Eris, and they make up; part 2 of the "Escapism." series 🌶️
"Escapism. Vol. 3" - Multi-Chapter modern au in which Eris finds out something unsavory about Azriel's past, and he doesn't react well; part 3 of the "Escapism." series 🌶️
"And I Know I Should Stop...But I Can't" - One Shot modern au where they aren't anything...but Azriel can't stop running back to Eris 🌶️
Cazriel:
"His Hands On Me" - During their youths, Cassian helps Azriel overcome his ultra sensitivity to touch; part 1 of the "Touching Azriel" series 🌶️
"People We Meet at the Gym" - A meet-cute AU part of SJM Romance Week 2023 where Cassian owns a gym that Azriel frequents
"Did I Mistake You For A Sign From God" - A heavy-metal band au where Cassian is going to die if Azriel doesn't stop touching him on stage 🌶️
Emorie:
"I Want Everything With You" - Part of SJM Romance Week 2023, a series of firsts between Emerie and Mor 🌶️
Multis:
"Everybody Knows" - Azriel/literally everyone. The Inner Circle (minus Mor and Amren) discover that Azriel has been a third to all the mates and decide to do something about it; part 1 of the "Everybody Knows" series 🌶️
"He Likes To Watch Me" - Cassian/Azriel/Rhysand, Rhysand watches and eventually joins in with Cassian helping Azriel overcome his sensitivity to touch; part 2 of the "Touching Azriel" series 🌶️
"The Private Lesson" - Nessian and Gwynriel, Cassian uses Azriel to demonstrate how to touch Illyrian wings to Gwyn and Nesta; part 1 of "Girls and Their Wings" series 🌶️
"He Likes To Push Me" - Cassian/Azriel/Rhysand, Rhysand forces Cassian to stop treating Azriel like glass; part 3 of the "Touching Azriel" series 🌶️
"Nobody Knows" - Cassian/Nesta/Azriel, in which the mates invite Azriel to their bed to help him relax; part 2 of the "Everybody Knows" series 🌶️
"Servants of the Night Court" - Cassian/Azriel/Rhysand/Feyre, in which Cassian and Azriel are faithful servants to their High Lord and Lady, even if they would like some space every now and then 🌶️
"He Fights for Me" - Cassian/Azriel/Rhysand, in which Cassian gets jealous of Azriel flirting with another man at a tavern, and reminds him who he's going home with; part 4 of the "Touching Azriel" series 🌶️
"Somebody Knows" - Azriel/Elain/Lucien, in which Lucien invites Azriel to join him and Elain to cheer him up; part 3 of the "Everybody Knows" series 🌶️
"More Hands Mean Less Work" - Multi-Chapter Nessian and Gwynriel, with chapters dedicated to just Gwynriel; Cassian and Nesta help Azriel and Gwyn overcome their personal hesitancies about sex 🌶️
"The Gray Sweatpants Series" - Each chapter is a different pairing, where one wears gray sweatpants and the other goes feral 🌶️
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Master List
Hello there!✨
Just keeping track of a (hopefully) growing list of fics!
List under the cut!
A Court of Thorns and Roses🌹🥀
Drabbles Masterlist
How Paper is Made - Nesta teaches Feyre how to read. | AO3 | Tumblr
Nessian⚔️🔥
An Eye for an Eye - Nesta makes a bargain with devastating consequences. ACOSF alternate ending. | AO3 | Tumblr
In Search of Cassian - Whereby Nesta searches the Night Court for Cassian with Rhys in tow. Fluffy. | AO3 | Tumblr
Chasing The Demons In My Head - Exploration on Nesta coping with her Lady Death Powers. | AO3 | Tumblr
The Writing's on the Wall - She's a demon, he's a hunter. Can they overcome all odds to be together? Ancient Chinese Wuxia AU. AO3 | Tumblr
We're Not Strangers, We're Lovers - Another take on a reincarnation/soulmates fic. AO3 | Tumblr
Crimson Blade - Vampire Cassian and Human Nesta Victorian love story. AO3 | Tumblr
Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Crown - The Trove continues to haunt Nesta even after she gives up her Cauldron stolen powers. Post-ACOSF. Canon-compliant. AO3 | Tumblr
Losing My (Gear)Head For You - Street racer modern AU AO3 | Tumblr
Emorie💋
Girls like Girls (like boys do) - Emerie volunteers for shelving duty to catch sneak peeks at the pretty blonde. Mor frequently studies at the library to sneak glances at the pretty brunette. Modern AU. | AO3 | Tumblr
Why do my gods look just like you? - Is this a dream or real life? Modern AU | AO3 | Tumblr
Elucien🦊🦌🌻
Hey Elain - When Elain is left devastated and jilted, a series of voicemails from Lucien is all that keeps her together. Soft Elucien. Hurt/comfort. Modern AU. | AO3 | Tumblr
Effervescence - Unable to resist the call, Elain sneaks into the Night Circus and chances upon the most beautiful man she has ever laid eyes on. Night Circus AU. Three-parter. | AO3 | Tumblr
Something Sweet and Floral - Elain meets the most chaotic florist while picking up flowers for Feyre’s wedding. Modern florist AU. | AO3 | Tumblr
Sunshine in Autumn - Desperate to protect her family's happiness, Elain travels to the past where her sole ally is her mate who has no idea who she is. Time travel fic with baby autumn court Lucien | AO3 | Tumblr
Turning Darkness into Light - Ghost-seeing Elain moves into the flat Lucien is haunting | AO3 | Tumblr
Love Me Before The Bubble Bursts - Elain and Lucien goes on a date | AO3 | Tumblr
Feysand🌌🌃🌟
Shouting Down The Void - In a world where all men have been drafted to fight an off-world war, Feyre decides that she's done waiting at home. Modern/Sci-Fi AU | AO3 | Tumblr
Crimson Starlight - Vampire Rhys and human Feyre Victorian love story | AO3 | Tumblr
Til Forever Falls Apart - Loosely inspired by the legend of Houyi and Chang E/Moon Goddess. WIP | AO3 | Tumblr
Doctor Who (DoctorxRose) 🥀⏳
Him and Rose - A Doomsday drabble. Expect angst. | AO3
Hope Floats - Rose runs into pre-Doomsday Doctor while dimension hopping. Reunionfic. | AO3
Happy Unbirthday - Since the Doctor does not celebrate birthdays, Rose decides it would be better to celebrate the Unbirthdays | AO3
#acotar fandom#acotar fic#sjmass#doctor who#doctor who fic#fic rec#rose tyler#nesta x cassian#nesta archeron#emorie#nessian#tenth doctor#dw fanfic#acotar#timepetals#elucien#feysand
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Nessian Week List
Hello Loves!!! @nessianweek is less than one week away! I'm excited to present a brief snapshot into the fics that I'll be posting. Stay tuned for more sneak peaks!
Day 1 - What Happened Next?: "In Due Time" Let's just say it's mostly in the title.
Day 3 - Song Association: Can't spill the song title, because it'll spoil the whole post! But I've got one coming at you!
Day 4 - AU: "What Happens in the Night" A Shifter Cassian/Vampire Nesta AU set within the universe of "The Mate Games" books by K. Loraine and Meg Anne.
Day 6 - Warriors: "Complications Arose, Ensued, Were Overcome" A POTC inspired fic featuring our favorite Valkyries.
Day 7 - Free Day: The much anticipated 6th chapter to my ongoing fic "3 Jewels in the Hewn City" titled "Resolution Part 2: Cassian & Nesta". Filthy, raucous smut will ensue. Headboards are involved.
I can't guarantee I'll be able to get fics done for days 2 or 5 given my busy school schedule and the fact that I'm also writing for Eris Vanserra week right after, but if I get to it there will be more! Can't wait to hear all of your feedback and to read all of your new works celebrating these two.
#super excited to share these all with you!#some of these have been stewing for literal months#nessianweek2023#nessian#nesta x cassian#acosf#acowar#acotar#acotar fics#nessian fics#ao3 writer#nessian au#cassian x nesta#nesta archeron#lady death#cassian#lord of bloodshed#nesta archeron x cassian
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✷ Day Four: Alternate Universe ✷
Lady Death: A Nessian Fanfic by @darklove9314-blog
Let Our Hearts, Like Doors, Open Wide Fanart commissioned by @c-e-d-dreamer
Sext in the City Chapter Three and Chapter Four by @headcanonheadcase and @vikingmagic33
Sext in the City Chapter Three Moodboard by @vikingmagic33
Not Even At All - Part Four by @thewayshedreamed
Gothic Nessian by @faeriebambula
Sext in the City Chapter Four Moodboard by @vikingmagic33
Modern Vampire Nessian Moodboard by @faeriebambula
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MASTERLIST (UPDATED)
I've been thinking about doing this for a while, and I suppose it's time to admit that many of the stories I've written during my stay on Tumblr are most likely never going to have a sequel. Therefore, I leave here my previous masterlist and the first one I made, which contains the non-revised version of some stories and those that are certainly no longer of my interest, but I feel like I need a fresh start. I believe everyone changes and grows during their lifetime, and although I don't want to completely delete my past and I want to allow everyone who enjoyed my old stories to keep reading them, I have to embrace the change even if it won't be appreciated by everyone. I hope you can continue to follow me and read my writings with interest, and remember that comments, reblogs and everything written in the hastags is always appreciated and a fantastic input to continue doing what I love to do. My askbox and DMs are always open for requests and suggestions, and I must remind you these are not the only fandom, pairings or characters I write for, so don’t be shy and don’t be afraid to ask for something I may have already wrote, because I LOVE to do things from a different and more mature point of view. In addition to oneshot and multi chapters fics I do preferences (they’re still called like that, right?) too.
A COURT OF THORNES AND ROSES
Characters
Emerie of Illyria
Emerie Week Day 1 - Emerie’s POV
Emerie Week Day 2 - Scars
Pairings
Multiship
To Love an Archeron (Feysand, Elucien and Neris)
Part 1
Part 2.0
Tamlin x Elain x Lucien
Tamlin Week Day 5
Feylin
Tamlin Week Day 3
Tamlin Week Day 7
Neris
Witch!Nesta x Vampire!Eris Halloween special:
Habit Rouge
Instinct
The Snake and the Wolf - Prologue
The Snake and the Wolf - Chapter 1
The Snake and the Wolf - Chapter 2
The Snake and the Wolf - Chapter 3
The Snake and the Wolf - Chapter 4
Nessian
A Court of Deadly Virtues (Book 1)
Elriel
Rotten Petals, Rotten Feelings
Gwynriel
Like Perfume You Wear, I Linger
Gwynriel Weeks 2023 Drabbles
Day 3 - Confessions
Day 4 - Warriors
Day 5 - Domestic Life
Day 6 - Mates
Day 9 - Music
Day 14 - Free Day
Elucien
To Start Anew
Enchanted to Meet You (ACOTAR Secret Santa 2023)
Five Ways to Seduce a Male [1/5]
Five Ways to Seduce a Male [2/5]
Five Ways to Seduce a Male [3/5]
Five Ways to Seduce a Male [4/5]
Five Ways to Seduce a Male [5/5]
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Elucien Week Day 1 - Masks
Elucien Week Day 2 - Nature
Elucien Week Day 3 - Bonds
Elucien Week Day 4 - Parallels
Elucien Week Day 5 - AU
Elucien Week Day 6 - Home
Elucien Week Day 7 - Free Day
MCU
Characters
Steve Rogers
Wretches and Kings
Wretches and Kings (Part 2)
Pairings
Scarletamerica
The Avengers (Metal Band AU)
EUPHORIA
Lost In the Moment
LORD OF THE RINGS
Characters
Haldir
Clear As Silver Drops
Kindred Souls
Bitterness and Broken Dreams
The Most Beautiful and Golden of the Cages
If Need Be
An Unfriendly Waste
The Most Macabre of Scenes, The Most Terrible of Nightmares
HARRY POTTER
Characters
Severus Snape
right in the feels, where you reside
Pairings
Dramione
Lost See Lost
Echo Trails
The Deal
Chapter I: The Potions Master
Chapter II: Halloween
Fremione
DRABBLES
The Road to a Perfect Summer
Jily
The Queen of the Quills - Jily Edition
The Queen of the Quills - Jily Edition (Part II)
The Queen of the Quills - Jily Edition (Part III)
Best Present Ever
Incentives
Double Wedding
Obsession
Obsession (part 2)
Obsession (part 3)
Obsession (Epilogue)
Blackinnon
Silencing Activities
Out Of The Fuckzone
The Queen of the Quills - Blackinnon Edition
The Queen of the Quills - Blackinnon Edition (Part II)
The Queen of th Quills - Blackinnon Edition (Part III)
The Stages of a Young Love
The Stages of a Young Love (Part II)
The Stages of a Young Love (Part III)
#masterlist#a court of thorns and roses#harry potter#acotar#hp#marauders era#elucien#neris#dramione#fremione#jily#blackinnon#gwynriel
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