#nessian's child

[arson-09]

ive seen way too many posts about nessian having a kid i need yall to stfu because if sarah “just make then have sex and get married with kids” maas does that to nesta i will become her sleep paralysis demon

#acotar #anti sjm #anti nessian #pro nesta #anti cassian #acosf #sarah i will find you #nesta as a character should not have kids #especially with fucking cassian #that would be even stupider than feysand having a kid #like nesta is barely in her mid 20s i think why would they have a child

[talkfantasytome]

You already know I have to ask for the separated kid fic 😉

Okay, you know basically everything I do, Miss Beta. 😂

I explain it here, with a snippet you've read....lol. But, here's another snippet below the read more from an unfinished chapter, so you don't know this. (I think lol)

WIP Ask Game

His daughter followed behind him and took a seat at the counter. Watching him, she quirked a golden brown eyebrow. "Who was that?"

"Nesta," he breathed.

"Oh."

Her voice was short and distant. A crack in the mural of the perfect evening they'd been having. He could've sworn the temperature dropped five degrees, just like it always did when Nesta was brought up.

It was still a rough subject, and it was driving Cassian nuts.

"I know you don't like talking about her," he sighed. He shouldn't broach the subject. He knew it was a bad idea. And yet he couldn't help himself. "But, can I ask why? You're okay with me speaking with Nesta, you know she wants to know about you, and yet you never want to talk about her."

Safiya looked away from him, crossing her arms and curling into herself a bit. She looked so small. It was discomfiting and heartbreaking. Cassian wished he could take the question back, to swallow up those words and lock them away. He was about to tell her to forget it when she spoke up.

"I saw her once," Safiya admitted. "One of my first days here. I was walking home from school." She sniffled softly and wiped her nose on the back of her hand. "I'd seen pictures of her when I was looking you both up, and she's so striking she's hard to miss. I wasn't looking for her. I was just walking home when I passed a playground. She was there, playing with her son."

Her son? Cassian blinked fervently at her.

Tears started to flow down Safiya's cheeks and his confusion dissipated instantly as he rushed around the breakfast bar to wrap her in his arms.

"She kept him, but she wouldn't keep me!" she cried into his chest.

#ask box #ask game #wip ask game #nessian #nessian kid #nessian child #snippet #acotar fic #kid angst

[my-fan-side]

Just in case someone is looking for some Nessian to read. I’d like to recommend below fanfiction because I love it so much and have been rereading it numerous times for the past two days. hahaha If you’re a Nesta-stan, you’ll love it too. Not sure though if the author has a tumblr 😅 But thank you TheFreakPanda for sharing this amazing fic! 🥹🙌🏼💕

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/46219165"><strong>A Court of Love and Devotion</strong></a> (20800 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheFreakPanda"><strong>TheFreakPanda</strong></a><br />Chapters: 13/13<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/A%20Court%20of%20Thorns%20and%20Roses%20Series%20-%20Sarah%20J*d*%20Maas">A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas</a><br />Rating: Not Rated<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Characters: Nyx, Aria - Character, Catrin - Character, Nesta Archeron, Feyre Archeron, Gwyneth Berdara, Cassian (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Original Rhysand Child(ren) (A Court of Thorns and Roses)<br />Summary: <p>It’s been over 25 years since the events of ACOSF. Prythian is at peace, the members of the Inner Circle have settled down and all seems well.<br />That is until Callum, Azriel’s son, overhears the monsters of the middle talking about going back to the past and killing Nesta Archeron before she can kill Koschei.<br />We follow the journey of Nyx, Aria and Catrin as they accidentally step through a time portal, sending them at the worst time of Nesta’s life.<br />Our heroes will soon find out that their parents weren’t always who they thought they were.</p><p> </p><p>The Families<br />Rhys and Feyre have two children. Nyx (25) and Valeria (20)<br />Nesta and Cassian have four daughters : Aria (23), Elia (20), Hazel (18) and Sage (12)<br />Azriel and Gwyn have twins : Callum and Catrin (21)<br />Mor and Emerie have three dogs : Lucy (f. pitbull), Drake (m. husky), Roxy (f. golden retriever)<br />Amren and Varian have each other and they’re very happy as is.</p><p>*This is my love letter to Nesta Archeron*</p>

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #nesta stan #original nessian child #sharing is caring

[starfall-spirit]

SJM Next Gen Week 2023 Masterlist

Read on Ao3

A Court of Twisted Wisdom (Updates only to ao3 at this time) Implied Rape and Assault

ACOTW-Chapter 15: Another One Lost (Crossover)

A Court of Heart and Legacy Snippet (Young Love)

The Princess' Arrival-After months of waiting, Nyx finally gets to meet his little sister. He knows the second he sees her no one is going to hurt her. He'll always be there to protect her. (Pick a Trope)

ACOTW-Chapter 16: Snared and Spilling the Tea (No Prompt, but ch. 17 fits day 6)

ACOTW-Chapter 17: Training Begins (Rising to Power)

ACOTAR Next Gen Moodboards-Ayla, Nyx, Roxanna, and Safira (Free Day)

@sjmnextgenweek

My Main Masterlist

#acotar #feysand #fanfiction #throne of glass #tog #sjmnextgenweek2023 #next gen #rowaelin child #nessian child mc #feysand children #nyx acotar

[c-e-d-dreamer]

I've always known I'm not cut out for the multiple WIP life, but it's never been more true than right now when I've literally spent HOURS staring at my Google drive, not opening a single file, or writing a single word, because I can't get my brain to stop skipping around and focus enough to actually produce words on a page 🙃

Someone, anyone, please I am begging, send help! It's like there's a bunch of tiny-Caty's all in my head vying for attention 😭

#one tiny-Caty is like just finish the next chapter of Falling For Your Fools Gold already #which is very rational of her #and another tiny-Caty is like you really should start on your Elucien Week fic #also very logical of her #and then another tiny-Caty really wants to focus on the rework of my canon Nessian fic #and another is distracted by hockey Cassian #and the true chaos child is screaming gargoyle Cassian #and I just feel overwhelmed and don't know where to start #someone tell me what fic to focus on #caty's ramblings

[thesistersarcheron]

A new chapter of A Court of Divinity and Ashes is up on AO3 now!

#nessian #feysand #cassian #nesta archeron #feyre archeron #rhysand #azriel shadowsinger #cassian makes an even better first impression than he did in canon this time #the acomaf-acowar rewrite where elain was kidnapped by a cult as a child #a court of divinity and ashes #a court of thorns and roses #fic

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Hey! I really luv your work 💖

It would be amazing if you could write a fic about:

Where Nyx’s powers are getting out of control ( he is too powerful) and the whole IC and his cousins help him out.

And also the celebration when they come to know that he would become high lord..

Also I would luv a fic of feyre coming back to ring after nyx was born and sparring with the Valkyrie, Cassian and Az and Rhys(maybe) …a lil competition maybe!

Thank you and continue to write fab stuff!!✨

Love ya sweetie 💖🤗

I can only do one at a time! But I shall write the other two soon okay? I choose…..THE NYX POWER UP! I’m not including the IC for reasons. Just read.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Feyre asked her son for the umpteenth time. She and her mate were going on their first date in millennia. Ever since they had children, it was hard to get some peace and quiet. So, when Feyre and Rhysand received a reservation from Rita that never expired, they decided to take that chance. They were just about ready to leave but Feyre was cautious about Nyx‘a safety.

Nyx rolled his eyes. “Mom, I’ll be fine. I have powerful aunties and uncles and powers myself. Nothing can break me.” The confident 14 year old replied as his mother hugged him. Nyx, annoyed, tried to shove his mother away. “Mom, you’ve hugged me 5 times already.”

“I know. I just love you so much.”

“DAD!” Rhysand sighed and tapped his wife’s shoulder. “Come on honey, Rita’s isn’t open all night.” Feyre reluctantly stopped hugging her son. “Make sure you and your cousins are in bed by 8:00-9:30 okay?”

“Yes mom.”

“And that you eat dinner. NOT CHOCOLATE!”

“Mom, please! I can do this.”

“And make sure-“

“Feyre.” Rhysand kisses her cheek as Feyre calmed down. “Okay, I’m ready let’s go.” Feyre and Rhysand were about to walk out when Nyx smirked and said, “Wait!” Feyre turned around with a jump. “What!? Are you sick!? Is a fever? Diarrhea? Constipation? Flu? Illryian cold?” Nyx couldn’t hide his laughter at his mother’s reaction.

Realizing it was a joke, Feyre rolled her eyes making Rhysand chuckled. “Very funny. You just wait until you have kids!” With that, the duo left the house and winnowed to Rita.

Nyx smiled for a bit and turned around to face the house. “Okay everyone, you can come out now.”

One by one his cousins and sister appeared in front of him. First Cassandra. She was 14 years old and had wings just like him. Next was his 13 year old cousin Ariel, who had wings but they were little ones. She also was a shadowsinger like her father Azriel. Then, his cousin Czar who was 9 years old and had water nymph powers just like his mother Gwyn. Next, was his sister Regina who was 10 years old. She was spiteful but also loveable.

Nyx smirked and cracked his knuckles. “Now then, let’s get this party started.”

——————-

The house was a mess. Well, not a complete mess but the kids were eating nothing but junk food. Cassandra and Nyx were flying around the house. Ariel was using her shadows to play with her dolls. Czar and Regina were watching TV trying to decide on DC or Marvel. Yeah, the house was fine but just a little messy.

Nyx and Cassandra were having a race in the house. They were currently neck and neck with each other. “I’m so gonna beat you!” Cassie said as Nyx stuck his tongue out. “No you’re not!” They both flew so fast they burst the door apart. They both landed on the grass of their front lawn and began to laugh. “Told ya I’d win!” Nyx said as Cassandra only shook her head. “Yeah right. Hey, wanna work on our new powers?” Cassie asked as she got into a fighting stance.

Cassandra and Nyx have developed powers like their parents. Cassie had her silver flames like her mother while Nyx had high fae powers like both of his parents. Mainly winnowing and fire but the others are meant to come. Nyx got into a fighting stance as well. “Bring it on little cousin!” And at once, the two of them clashed their powers together.

They fought like regular children do. They would do the fighting techniques that Uncle Cassian would show them. The Valkyrie moves that Gwyn would teach them they would each correct one another in case they did it wrong.

When Nyx was about to throw a punch, a burst of power escape his fist. A fire technique. Before he could recoil, it landed straight at Cassandra. “CASSIE NO!” Cassie didn’t have time to duck. Only to shield herself before the fire slammed her against a tree.

Nyx screamed and ran over to his cousin. “Cassie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean you I just-“

Nyx heard a sound of joy. It was coming from Cassandra. She was…laughing?

Cassie was on her back, holding her stomach and was laughing her ass off. “Wow! That was AWESOME! When did you learn that!?” Nyx was shocked. He sent her flying into a tree. A GODSDAMN TREE! And she was laughing?! His cousin is crazy. “Y-You’re not upset?”

“Are you kidding? That was amazing!” Cassie got up from the ground and dusted herself off. “You’ve got to show this to my mom. She can help you with containing the flames.” She said as Nyx blushed a bit. “You really think she’ll help?”

“Totally. Come on, let’s go tell the others.” Cassie said as she grabbed Nyx’s hand and pulled him inside the house. From then on, the younger cousins of the IC continued to praise the young High Lord. Regina kept asking him if they could use his fire to make marshmallows and s’mores. Cassie told them that it’s his first time so she’ll do that. From then on, the children made s’mores in the house thanks to Cassie’s silver fire.

Until Elain had awoken from her slumber and demanded an answer from the children. “….fire powers?”

#acotar #acosf #acomaf #acowar #acofas #Nessian’s child #Feysand’s children #Gwynreil children #Nyx moments

[gwandas]

Taking a brief pause in Nessian hating to talk about the last chapter of ACOSF where SJM implies a child needs to earn the love of a parent:

She searched for the words, for any explanation or apology, but none came…

Her father had died for her, with love in his heart, and though she might not have deserved it then ... She would do all she could now to earn it. To deserve not just his love, but that of those around her. Of Cassian.

A whole book of making her grovel and apologize to people who didn’t deserve it and for her to STILL feel like she needs to do more to “earn” their love? She almost died multiple times helping them even BEFORE ACOSF. She gave up her powers not just for Feyre but for Rhys. What more do they want from her? This is deeply unserious in general but to end your book on this note is unforgivable.

Why the fuck is Nesta talking about “earning” the love of a neglectful father who is actually the one responsible for the crime of “letting Feyre hunt” that she is punished for by the IC?

And actually ykw going back to Nessian hating for a second, Cassian has done absolutely nothing to earn her love despite what Nesta and SJM may believe. I’m trying not to psychoanalyze SJM for all this but it’s kinda hard not to!

#anti nessian #pro nesta #nesta archeron deserves better #anti acosf #anti cassian #nesta archeron #acotar

[bright-side20]

HOFAS SPOILER (concerning the Cauldron)

_First let's go back to Rhys's explanation of the mating bonds:

“What decides it? Who decides it?” Rhys straightened his lapels before plucking an invisible piece of lint from them. “Fate, the Mother, the Cauldron’s swirling eddies …”

It is clearly stated that the bond can be decided by fate, the mother, or the cauldron.

“There is choice. And sometimes, yes—the bond picks poorly. Sometimes, the bond is nothing more than some … preordained guesswork at who will provide the strongest offspring. At its basest level, it’s perhaps only that. Some natural function, not an indication of true, paired souls.” A smile at me—at the rareness, perhaps, of what we had'.…' Many mated pairs will try to make it work, believing the Cauldron selected them for a reason. Only years later will they realize that perhaps the pairing was not ideal in spirit.”

There are bonds only to provide the strongest offspring, like Rhys's parents or Tamlin's parents bond and there are rare bonds of true paired souls like Feysand and Nessian bond.

HOFAS:

The Cauldron was of our world, our heritage. But upon arriving here, the daglan captured it and used their power to twist it. To turn it into something more lethal. No longer a tool of creation, but of destruction.

An explanation by a Daglan:

We gathered our power and imbued these gifts in the Cauldron, so that it would work our will. With this, the treasures were made. And then we connected the essence of the Cauldron to the soul of this world. Destroy the Cauldron and you destroy this world. One cannot exists without another.

The Cauldron was turned by the Daglan to serve their agenda, and they connected it to Prythian in a way that if anyone tries to destroy it, Prythian will be destroyed as well.

_Now, let's get an idea about the Asteri's aka Daglan breeding system:

Celestina only said, “He departs tomorrow. I shall visit his keep next month if there is not … a change in my situation by then.”If she hadn’t gotten pregnant.

Hunt nodded, even as disgust and rage curled through him. The Asteri had ordered this, done this. They’d make Celestina keep going to Ephraim until she was pregnant with the child they wanted her to bear. Another little Archangel for them to mold into a monster.

Doesn't it sound like 'producing strong' offspring, 'natural function'?

What if the Asteri back in Prythian manipulated the cauldron to create mating bonds, knowing the importance of it for the Fae, so they could benefit from their children and manipulate them?

I don't know why antis kept accusing Elriels of spreading misinformation, considering our conclusions are based on what's written in the books.

The Cauldron literally operates under Daglan's system, so it can't be trusted; indeed, it is not a perfect matching system.

_Let's get back to these important scenes:

"If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate.”.... “The mating bond. It is a bridge between souls.”

Madja here is clearly addressing the real meeting bond—the one of paired souls.

Lucien:

“There’s a bond—it’s a real thread,” he said, more to himself than us. .... “And I got to Elain’s end of it when she ran off.” “Did you sense anything?” “No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek. Whatever he’d felt, it wasn’t what we were looking for. Even if we had no idea what, precisely, that was.

Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?”

Azriel :

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

I think this was foreshadowing. Even though a bond exists between them, Lucien wasn't able to sense the change in Elain, while Azriel managed to discern it.

What if the Cauldron's bond between Lucien and Elain, described as 'a thread tied to a rib,' is what was considered a 'natural function'? Yet, there exists another bond between her and Azriel, 'a bridge between souls,' and they are the true paired souls by the mother or the fate . What if the Cauldron was wrong?

I know the antis argument of that means Lucien is stronger than Az, which is why the Cauldron chose him for Elain. When the bond snapped between them, Azriel was out of power, literally dying. It's another reason the Cauldron might be wrong.

Also, the argument: if the Cauldron is corrupted and loves Elain, then she's a villain.

Duh? Why not consider that even though it's corrupted, it recognized Elain's pure heart and her power, the different kind of strength concentrated in her kindness? If she influenced it, maybe she has the ability to fix the Cauldron, turning it back to its original purpose, a tool of creation, not destruction.

#hofas spoilers #pro elain #pro elriel #elriel supremacy #elriel #elain archeron

[emmitaaa4]

Azriel, you beautiful, complex man.

Anyone else ever lay awake at night thinking that it’s not that Azriel wants a mate, any mate: it’s that he believes only a mate—only someone who was meant to love him—could love him ?

Do you ever think about the fact that Azriel’s visceral response to Elain looking up at him with trust & hope, was to believe that there was no possible way she could ever look at him that way if she knew the things he’d done and been forced to do? If she knew that his scarred hands mirrored his marred soul? Yet we know Elain has never balked from him and has only ever seen beauty in his scars; in who he is.

Do you ever think about the way Azriel feels this need to prove himself useful—which is why he so clings to his titles and his job—for if he is needed, he cannot be abandoned?

Do you ever want to shout from the rooftops that Azriel is so much more than this « darkness » he cloaks himself in, and that he doesnt need someone to heal him & « handle his darkness ». Healing, for Az, does not mean fighting & ‘killing’ his demons, it means being at peace with himself & learning to live with them without needing to mask who he is. He needs to begin to believe that there is darkness and light in him to love.

Does your heart ever squeeze when you understand that allowing yourself to be loved, first means bearing yourself to another & willingly risking being hurt ? It requires an unparalleled level of emotional vulnerability from him. You ever realize that Az uses his shadows as an emotional crutch, that he so carefully masks his expressions, yet it takes but a look for Elain to read him? He, who finds his strength & perseverance in hope, found his match in her gentle, hopeful heart—and he physically has to keep himself apart from her, only allowing himself to act upon his feelings when she made the first move. Entitlement where?

Truly, how has the fandom decided that Azriel, who follows the sound of Elain’s laugh, who listened to her when no one else would & didnt let her be misunderstood, who trusted her with TT so she could protect herself & those she loves, who stayed up past 3am as she spoke of her passions, who made everyone wait for her to eat, who chooses to sun his wings next to her in peaceful, quiet company… is an entitled, flaky male that sees her as nothing but a sexual distraction?

Do people really not realize what it means for him to question the Cauldron, question the very core of his beliefs?

1) It is not his feelings he questions:

His mind is tortured by thoughts of Elain, so much so he can’t sleep;

They do not need words to communicate, indicating familiarity & understanding;

He IS showing more than “just lust��, it’s clear from their interactions since the first trilogy. There was something there before Nessian happened.

2) Not only does he believe himself unworthy of her, but that sentiment is reinforced by the fact that the Cauldron “broke the pattern”. I do not see the entitled man the fandom speaks of. What he is is a deeply traumatized man, who was abused as a boy by the people who were meant to love him & protect him.

The popular thought that Az would fold for a mate, regardless of who she (or he) is, is truthfully not attractive, not to mention that it implies he’d only risk love for a “guaranteed” happy ending.

=> “Az wants a mate therefore give him a mate” is counterproductive to his growth (tho to clarify, i am not saying he should not have a mate, just that there is a way the story should be told.)

We have seen him plan for snowball fights & tactical missions, yet never for his future: not with Elain—again, he never even actually allowed himself to consider pursuing her—but not in any other sense either:

Children? he tells Cass he doesnt know if he wants any—has he ever let himself imagine having a child? A house ? he has no place to himself. Remember that even after 500 years of existence, Az says he still does not know where he belongs?

Could you not imagine two people who make themselves what others need them to be, being brave enough to bare those hidden, repressed parts of themselves to the other. Can you not see the growth it would require from both of them should they give themselves a chance? To, on one hand, choose the other despite what is expected & the problems it would cause, and on the other, be vulnerable enough to receive that love & believe yourself worthy of it.

Love doesnt care for convenience. It could all go to hell but at least they’d know they had tried, and i do not see how that could ever make for a boring, 2 dimensional story.

#azriel #azriel shadowsinger #pro azriel #elain archeron #i love him and her and them #elriel #pro elain #azriel bonus chapter #acosf bonus chapter #acosf #acotar #azriel acotar

[maryberry]

Nessian Headcanon

So in acosf Cassian talks about how physical touch is so important to him now because he didn't get any as a child. And I just have this thought that Nesta picks up on this and makes sure she touches him whenever possible. Hand on his thigh under the dinner table, leg pressed against his next to eachother on the couch, hand running through his hair with his head on her stomach while she reads. The rest of the inner circle notice it and are always so surprised to see Nesta be so gentle with him physically when she can sometimes be so harsh with her words.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #sjmass #acosf headcannon #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #cassian acotar #cassian acosf #nessian

[feyresdandelion]

Just saw someone on tiktok say that they can see feysand and nessian falling out after some time and that Eris is Nesta’s true mate, while Tarquin is Feyre’s and when asked who Elain’s true mate is, they replied that it’s Lucien and that they are equals…

So let me get this right.

Feyre and Rhysand, who are mated and have a child together, who have bound their lives to each other, because both have experienced what it feels like to lose the other, who have seen the worst of each other and still love one another deeply… Their love will fizzle out and Feyre will go to Tarquin and be his mate.

And then Nesta, who was ready to die by Cassian’s side, who was inconsolable when she felt his death and wouldn’t stop shouting until she got him to her. Cassian, who was the only one to keep reaching his hand to her, time and time again, who wouldn’t command the armies at war just so he could stay by Nesta’s side, who would rather plunge a knife to his heart than to hurt her, who always trusted her. She is going to leave him for a male she doesn’t even like, just because she had… What? Some kind of chemistry with him while dancing? The same chemistry she had with that Lord or whatever when she seduced him out of spite?

And Elain, who shrinks when Lucien is around, who can’t stand to be with him for more than thirty minutes, who she has never wanted, who reminds her of her trauma. And Lucien, whose past lover was so different from Elain, who didn’t even know if she was worth it, who would rather stay with his two friends than be anywhere near her, who is unable to see her as she truly is. They are going to be together forever because they are equals… More like equally disinterested in each other.

Feyre will leave her other half to be with a male she only truly got to talk to once, when she had to gain his trust so she could find one half of the book of breathings. And yes, she did say that he would be easy to love, because Tarquin is easy to love. Albeit naive, he is a good person who has good intentions. That doesn’t mean that she will fall in love with him.

Nesta will leave her mate for a male she doesn’t even like, who only considered marrying because she felt she wasn’t enough for Cassian and that their marriage would be beneficial for their family. Again, Nesta doesn’t like Eris by the end of acosf. She does not like him.

Elain will choose a mating bond, the same mating bond who she has said means nothing to her. She will choose the male who never seems to see her as she truly is, the same male who she is unable to have a conversation with, the male she would rather have far from her.

There are crack theories and then there’s this. Utter nonsense.

#anti elucien #anti eris #pro nessian #pro feysand #nessian #feysand #pro elriel #elriel

[talkfantasytome]

separated kid fic??😮😶

Oh, this one...I have a good 6-ish chapters written. I think at least four have been beta'd. I don't know when I'll decide I have enough to start posting, but it's one I don't want to post until I know I can actually finish it and not be on the wonky schedule I'm on with everything else. 😂

Anyway, the premise: a little girl about 9 shows up on Cassian's doorstep and tells him he's her daughter. Surprise! He finds out that Nesta, when they were dating years ago, got pregnant, which is when she transferred to some other school and broke things off with him. She gave their daughter up for adoption, but then her adoptive parents died a couple years before, and so she ended up in foster care and started looking for them. When she finds Cassian, he's very all in right away, and manages to get custody of her, and the fic is mostly about them now living life together, and how this also brings Nesta back into both their lives - now that she's also back in town.

Snippet below!

WIP Ask Game

For the second time that day, Cassian felt everything in him stall.

It was as if his entire body just stopped working as he stared at the little girl on his tiny porch. At the girl whose ponytail was the exact shade of Nesta's hair, whose eyes were a summer's storm cloud instead of a winter's. Whose skin was so close to his in shade.

What had he guessed? Still in elementary school?

Nine...maybe ten?

No. Nine. If this girl really was his daughter, well, with her features and at her age, that could only mean Nesta's her mother. Cassian hadn't been with anyone else his entire freshman year, or sophomore. Or junior.

It had taken him a while to move on, to finally realize she wasn't coming back.

He studied her face closer. Her lines were softer than Nesta's, but still noticeably sharper than most girls around her age. And her nose, her chin, both delicately pointed as Nesta's were. But her ears. They were rounder, with smaller lobes, and they stuck out just a tiny bit like Cassian's did.

"Y-you..." he breathed out. "How...what...?"

She tilted her head, assessing him with a gaze he knew only too well. It was so similar to the way Nesta had always looked at him before they'd started dating that it had Cassian's skin warming.

Before he knew what was happening, Cassian was on his knees, a hand cupping her face as he looked into those tentative eyes. The girl - Safiya - bit her lip, but something eased in her expression as his lips curved upward.

Gods, she was gorgeous. He knew he shouldn't believe her so easily, that he should ask more questions, do what he could to be certain she was telling the truth, but...how could he not be? She was exactly what he'd imagined his and Nesta's daughter would look like, back when he was picturing such things. Exactly what he'd hoped for.

He couldn't stop himself as he whispered, "I can see it."

Safiya let out a small, choked sound and then flung her arms around him.

It felt right, as he held her close to him, hugging her tight. Like that was where she was always supposed to be.

#ask box #ask game #wip ask game #nessian #nessian child #nessian kid #snippet #acotar fic

[fieldofdaisiies]

Fly, Little Bat

ship: Nessian type: fluffy drabble word count: 1,3k words warnings: none summary: first time flying for Nessian's daughter, for @nessianweek ❤️

The sun is shining brightly in the sky, casting a beautiful glow upon the weathered trees that stand tall in front of the mountainous landscape. Birds chirp somewhere in the distance, leaves rustling in the soft wind that blows around them. 

Cassian, his wings already stretched wide, turns his head to glance over his shoulder. "Ready, little bat?"

Alayla wears an expression of worry. Her brows are furrowed, drawn together over the bridge of the nose, her lips are pressed in a thin line and she drags the tip of her booted foot over the ground. Cassian's heart breaks at the sight. 

His tiny daughter, dressed in her teeny-tiny Illyrian leathers stands in the middle of the forest, and looks so very lost in this moment. Her wings are draped on the ground, dragging over the pine needles and pebbles and he can almost feel the pain. 

The general quickly spins around, taking fast steps towards his little girl and folds in his own wings. He lifts his hand to his mate who was about to approach as well, tilting his head, so she understands that he wants to deal with this now. And this is fine for Nesta, she stays at the little rock she is seated on, looking forward to watching her mate teach their daughter how to fly. 

Nesta, just like always when Cassian and Alayla do something together, feels how her heart swells in her chest, thrumming with happy beats. It is a sight for sore eyes, and she knows she couldn't have hoped for a better father for her little baby than Cassian. He is everything a child can hope for.

"What is up, little bat?" Cassian asks in a calm voice as he crouches down in front of his little girl. 

Alayla only barely lifts her gaze, her fingers fidgeting with a lapel on her Illyrian leathers. 

"What if I fall?" she asks in a shaky voice, her whole body shuddering when her biggest fear is finally revealed. 

"Oh, Layly," Cassian breathes and immediately reaches out to pull her into his strong arm. "You won't fall. We practiced so much, so many days. I know you can fly, you a great at it. There is no chance you will fall." Cassian kisses the top of her head when she relaxes against him, sitting down on his thigh. Cassian is still crouching on the ground, letting his daughter sit down and nestle against him. 

The tip of her index finger pokes into his shoulder and she draws patterns onto his shirt. "But what if I suddenly forget how it works? What if my wings suddenly give in?" 

She leans her head against his shoulder with a dramatic sigh. 

Cassian gives her tight squeeze, and hums. "Little bat, you always have to remember that the wings are an extension of your will. They mirror your thoughts and emotions. If you want them to be strong and carry you, they will do so."

Alayla leans back the slightest bit and gazes at her father's face, eyes wide open. Behind her shoulders her wings quiver with anticipation. "You really mean it?" she asks, her voice a little steadier. 

Cassian nods. "I absolutely do." He lifts her back onto the ground again and straightens up a bit. "But, in case, really just in case, they do give in, I am here to catch you. I am always by your side, and I will catch you when you only as much as tumble."

The young Illyrian girl smiles at that and nods. She looks so much like Cassian, it almost always draws tears to his eyes. But, she has his mate's eyes, his mate's nose, she is just perfect. 

"But, we don't have to do this today, Layly. We can postpone flying until you are ready," Cassian then says, reaching his hand out for his daughter to take. "You don't have to fly today." All of a sudden, something like determination fills her eyes, and she stomps her little foot down. "But I want to do it now, daddy." She smiles up at him, eyes shining brightly. "I decided I want to do it today and I want to fly today."

Cassian chuckles at the sudden change in mood of his daughter and mentally reminds himself that she definitely got that from her mother. 

"Then, nothing can stop you anymore." He grins. 

Once they stop at the edge of the slope, Alayla is a mixture of excitement and nervousness, emotions bubbling up inside of her. 

Cassian slowly extends his wings, and the girl mimics his gesture. "Spread your wings, as if embracing the sky, Layly," he instructs, his words like a soft caress. 

Pride starts to bubble inside of him, and he knows it will only increase when she takes the sky. 

With a slow inhale, Alayla steadies herself on the ground, her feet planted in a stance. 

She imagines herself weightless, as the wind wraps around her and carries her over the sky. 

"And don't forget," Cassian says, "I am always by your side. You are never alone."

Her wings unfurl tentatively at first, the leathery skin shining in the sunlight that filters through the trees. 

Cassian stands beside her, his own wings casting a shadow upon half of her body.

"Let go of your doubts, Layly. And then… let go of ground."

With a determined exhale, Alayla pushes up, wings tense and spread wide. She lifts onto her tiptoes, wings starting to flutter behind her shoulders. Her expression is concentrated. Brows drawn together, teeth clenched, hands balled into fists. 

"Remember what uncle Az always said, you were born listening to song of the wind."

Alayla nods eagerly, somehow hanging between the ground and the air for a split second. And then…she takes off, wings flapping and fluttering eagerly. 

She tumbles a little at first, but suddenly darts towards the open sky. Cassian cheers and hollers behind her, following her. 

Nesta, jumping up from the rock, runs forward and cheers as well, shouting loudly, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Yes!" she shouts up into the sky. "Yes, my little baby. Yes! Look at you go!"

An enormous amount of pride fills Cassian, following after his daughter. He brings a hand up, to brush away a single tear that rolls out of his eyes. But more are coming. 

Alayla was truly born for flying. She dips and soars, happily and freely, giggling and cheering herself. "Daddy, look!" she shouts over to Cassian who follows her with the biggest grin on his face. His daughter's laughter fills the sky, dancing on the wind.

Below, Nesta watches, tears shimmering in her eyes. Her heart swells with an overwhelming love for her family, and so very much pride. She marvels at the sight in the sky above her. 

Cassian is carefully flying behind little Alayla while the little girl blazes through the sky. Nesta knows she is always safe with Cassian, she does not have to worry about her little girl falling. 

The two of them stay in the sky for only the Mother knows how long. 

And until, Cassian captures his little girl in his arms. Her excitement has out-ruled her exhaustion and she did not realise that she was growing tired. 

Alayla rests her head on her father's shoulder, arms curled around Cassian's neck, his strong arm around her, as he lowers the two of them to the ground. She sighs, and her eyes flutter shut. 

"Someone's a little tired," he hums and walks up to Nesta after touching down on the ground. 

He places a soft kiss against his mate's lips, marvelling at the feel of having the two most important people in his life here with him. He is so happy, so proud, so filled with love and joyfulness. 

"It was amazing. She was amazing," Nesta says in a soft voice, eyes still glazed with tears.

"I knew she was going to be great at flying." Cassian speaks with pride and utter admiration, his eyes sparkling and he wraps Nesta into his other arm. 

"She also had a great teacher," his mate says and kisses his chest. "I love you two so much."

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[starfall-spirit]

A Court of Twisted Wisdom

SJMNGW Prompt: Crossover

Summary: See ACOTW Masterlist

Chapter XV: Another One Lost

Roxanna

A bit late for reading, isn't it, Princess?

"Good evening, Clotho. I was hoping I could have some time down here to research. Perhaps find something to—" I sighed, choking on the last words.

The priestess rested a gnarled hand over mine. Your aunt and brother have requested time here to do the same. Yesterday and the day before. A few of the priestesses have taken it upon themselves to help as well. If Ayla is alive, she will be found.

I swallowed. "Aunt Nesta's scrying was hopeless. They're starting to consider... The Night Court holds the Dread Trove. The harp... Do you think there are other methods to crossing worlds? Would the priestesses know a book with theories, even?"

I'd call that prediction a stretch, if I hadn't seen the type of trouble your family tends to get into. She pulled something from behind her desk. As vast as this place is, the other priestesses and myself know a book out of place. These appeared on one of the new priestess' carts this morning. I haven't had the time to glance at more than a few pages, and they may be stray works of fiction, but if you truly believe your cousin has crossed realms then this may be the set for you. They had to have appeared with good reason, didn't they? The set doesn't belong to the library. You may take it with you if you wish.

"Thank you, Clotho. This means a lot to me."

You're very welcome, Princess.

"You don't have to call me that." I had been pushing that point for years.

Good night, Roxanna.

A spark of hope filled me and it took everything in me not to start reading right then. Snuggled into my bed a few moments later, I looked over the pair of books. They didn't seem to need to be read in a specific order. They were simply an old set that coordinated. Bound in worn brown leather, the books showed only basic map outlines and names above them. Erilea, the first said. Not so much as a pseudonym accompanied the bold-lettered title. Opening the book to hopefully find some sort of table of contents I found only blank pages.

"What use was giving me these?" But the pages began filling themselves, ink colored and black rolling over the pages to show the history of this other world. The pages moved on their own and moving images-a story-many stories played out in the air above me. The stories of gods I'd never heard of and their journeys, passing down gifts and blessings to the fae and mortals of their world. Gods had turned mortal, creating the roots of great family trees. A millennia of history put to paper. Families of Fenharrow, Adarlan, Terrasen. Other chapters spoke of witches and their once-cursed kingdom. Their cruel ancestors who brought an impossible war upon that realm. And I was sucked into their battle.

A wounded soldier fell through me as if I were mist. Still in my thin pajamas, no weapon in hand, no magic in my veins I was a wraith on the battlefield. There to observe. To learn. And just like that I was out of the fray, collapsing to the floor and interrupting what seemed to be a pleasant family meal, a few of those apparent war heroes gathered around a table. The second that fold of space and time opened the group was on it's feet, magic flickering to life. "Um, hi." A screech from the far end of the table met my ears and I was being tackled in a hug before I could even stand. Her scent hit me first. Ayla. She let out a sob, squeezing me tight. "By the Mother, Ayla, we've been worried sick!"

"I know. I've been trying to figure this out. I want to go home more than anything, believe me. But you figured it out. You can take me back."

"I—" I whirled around, looking for the book. "No. No, where's that damn book?"

A well tattooed silver-haired male cleared his throat. "Ayla, care to introduce us to your friend?"

"My cousin, Roxanna." She sniffled, keeping an arm around me. "We're really more like sisters. Rox, this is Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, Lysandra, and Orlon."

I nodded, now finding the names and faces recognizable. "You're the royal family." I stated, eyeing the Galathynius trio. Ayla raised a brow, surprised by my knowledge of the family. "Clotho gave me a set of books. I opened one on Erilea and saw a bunch of history and then was brought here. This is Terrasen, right?"

She nodded. "Those are the wings I saw," Orlon said. "In the dream. On you, Ayla."

The both of us tensed and a wariness filled the prince. "Yes," Ayla bit out, the single word almost venomous. Oh, there was something going on there. "I told you I had them. I told you I don't show them off when I don't know people well. I'm getting to know all of you and you've all be hospitable, but recent events... The only reason Rox has them out is because she can't hide them. Now, if you'll excuse us... Want to go train?" she asked. "Talk about the goings-on back home?" I nodded, yelping as something dull stabbed into my side. A wickedly gleeful laugh burst from my cousin that I could only relate to one thing. Weapons. Her swords, left behind in our world, had appeared in a double sheath at her waist. The other's around us looked a bit uneasy at the sound of that laugh and her giddy clapping when my training gear and blades appeared. She threw me a wink. "First blood wins."

"Gods help us," Rowan muttered. "She's like you, Aelin."

"What gods, Rowan?"

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Orlon

She was a force of nature. And she hadn't shown her cards yesterday. She'd bested me far more easily than I realized. Because moving with her cousin... They were a whirlwind, driving into each other and pulling back just shy of a killing blow, tunneling in with that calm focus to keep their minds set in the fight as they threw out pointers to each other with warning strikes to unguarded body parts with a foot or the flat of their blade. And just like that, when Ayla finally lost her balance by pitching her weight too far her secret was revealed. Those wings, identical to her cousin.

"You're too reliant on them for a half-breed, cousin. Off balance so easily," Roxanna teased.

The sleek, clawed wings snapped open, exposing brutal scarring to the lower membrane. I didn't notice Aedion beside me until he let out a low whistle. "No wonder she was so defensive about them."

Recent events, she'd admitted. Recent events built her walls when it came to those stunning wings. The grimace on her face told me she was well aware of her audience and the exposure was unintentional. Instinctual, to hold her ground in the fight. But she didn't hide them away again, merely sending out a bit of magic to repair her torn shirt, hiding that hint of tattoo I'd gotten a glimpse of. With a jerk of her head she sheathed her blades and gave a hard flap, rising off the ground and throwing a quip I couldn't hear to Roxanna. The second girl smirked, soaring up past her cousin and starting what seemed to be a race. She had those horrid scars too

"What do you think happened to them?"

"She said over dinner Illyrians are backwards in their thinking. I imagine they were two young women targeted somewhere and overpowered. She said her father is a respected general. Speaking as his equivalent, my priority has always been to protect my family. There are a lot of people, citizens and soldiers, who were leveraged over me. Do yourself a favor and stop prying, kid."

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[danikamariewrites]

Midday Cravings (pt. 3)

Nessian x reader

A/n: thank you to everyone who voted in the poll! It was super close between something fluffy and smut. But bc you all have been so supportive of these fics which I’m so grateful for I’m going to do a smutty part 4 bc I love you all❤️ I’m sorry this is so short but it was just a cute lil idea I had

Warnings: mentions of child birth

Ailith. That’s what you had named your perfect little girl. The birth was tough due to her wings, but it was worth every second of pain to bring her into the world. It had been two months since you gave birth. She has her father’s beautiful tan skin, your bright eyes, and Nesta’s curiosity.

Nesta and Cassian were fantastic parents as well. They we’re so hands on with her, you were so grateful. You knew Nesta was scared to be a mom and had other doubts, like the baby not liking her. But that all disappeared when Nesta was the first person Ailith smiled at.

And Cassian was already wrapped around her little finger. Those two were attached at the hip, you knew she’d be a daddy’s girl the second he started talking to her when she was still in your belly. The first time Cassian held her it was for skin-to-skin contact a few hours after she had been born. Ailith snuggled into him, letting out the cutest little sigh and Cass started bawling his eyes out.

She just woke up from her nap so you brought her downstairs to eat and play with you and Nesta. Ailith was the happiest baby you’d ever seen. So smiley and giggly. Whenever you held her your day immediately got better.

You hadn’t slept much in the last few weeks though, which was driving you crazy. Ailith had started getting fussy at night when it came to bed time. It made you very emotional, you felt like you were doing something wrong. Sometimes she wouldn’t go down unless Cassian was rocking her to sleep. You happily let Cassian put her to sleep, but you were up with her only a few hours later.

Nesta was already sitting on the floor surrounded by her favorite toys. Her face lit up as you two got closer and she held her hands out for the baby. Letting Nesta take her you sat on the floor slumping against the base of the big arm chair.

“Y/n, don’t take this the wrong way because I’m saying this with love, but you look so tired. Why don’t you go lay down for a while.” She gave you a sympathetic look. Ailith pulled on the loose strands of Nesta’s braid and her attention immediately went to the baby girl.

You loved watching Nesta play with her. You never wanted to miss a moment of time together. But you knew you had to sleep. “Ok. But I’m staying on the couch. And you have to wake me up if she does anything cute.” Nesta rolled her eyes, “ok but you might as well stay up. Because everything she does is so cute. Isn’t it? Aren’t you just the cutest?” She cooed at Ailith.

The second your head hit the pillow you knocked out. You only slept a few hours but it was better than nothing. When you woke up you were laying on Cassian’s chest while Ailith dozed in Nesta’s arms. Sitting up you stifle a yawn, “Sorry Nes. I didn’t mean to sleep that long. I can take her if you want.”

Nesta gives you a look that says ‘yeah, right’ as Cassian pulls you back to rest on him. “Oh hush you,” he whispered. “You deserve rest and care too you know.” Closing your eyes, you feel yourself relaxing. “You’re right.” You murmur.

Cassian rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear about how much they love you and how strong you are. You feel so happy, having your little family sitting together just relaxing and being happy.

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