#nesta pls fuck me

[lady-tortilla-chip]

It’s worse when Feyre said her, Nesta, and Elain used to fight with each other all the time, so clearly Elain knows how to be mean too but people really skip over that part a lot 😭

People cherry picked details from acotar according to what they liked. The reconciliation between Nesta and Feyre is completely forgotten, never fucking mentioned. Honestly, before reading that part I thought both the haters and the stans were dramatic af for no reason. Now I’m like WOW the stans are right all you haters fucking suck and cannot rEAD.

Also. A bitch who is sweet to my face is way worse than the bitch who owns it.

#YEAH maybe bitch is strong for Elain but there is a certain kind of cruelty in her selfishness #and I get it both of them thought their dad should’ve stepped up #but he fucking wasn’t doing it #Feyre carried them and I’d like to know what either of them would’ve done if she hadn’t #like I loved Feyre in acotar yall #I would defend her with my life #but she forgave them BOTH #and it’s specifically mentioned as important with NESTA #and yET YALL HATE HER FOR WHAT ????? being mean????? #FEYRE LITERALLY FORGAVE HER SO WHAT IS YOUR GRUDGE HOLDING FOR ??? #ask #answered #anti Elain #like not really but y’all don’t come for me for this pls #acotar

[apparentlytheproblem]

Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

a l l u r i n g

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: hullo, I have my midterm math exam on Monday so its all rushed and i barely have time to post but this has me screaming and crying all at once. i could not find any hardcore smut from a court of silver flames , I couldn't find any hardcore smut from court of silver flames, I'm so sorry abt that. the scene you're reading out loud is written by none other than @lustingbones, featuring Dick Grayson. I've written her fanfic in cursive so as to not get confused. she has single handedly created an obsession for nightwing in me. here's the link to the inspiration :) requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- mf this is an advanced apology, i've never written smut. i've never even held someone's hand romantically, hell, i can't even keep eye contact, soft smut, fluffy, vulgar language, they both are minors, no protection is mentioned, it might make you uncomfortable, the reading of smut, the writing of smut

The sleeves of your black satin shirt had already fallen down your arms, the shirt itself was only being held up by two thin chains over your shoulder. it was basically as good as transparent, there wasn't a thing you couldn't see through it.

Theodore had leaned himself on his bedpost, his shirt was long gone. You were reading to him, your legs were on either side of his hips, your ass was cupped by his hand as he found utter joy in this situation. Your breasts were Infront of his face as he struggled not to get hard under you so quickly. Theo was never this grateful for being taller than you, he could just look down at you and get a perfect view. he wanted nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze it or just rip the shirt off at this point.

"He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out."

your flingers grazed the hoops of his trousers, hooking them absentmindedly. sometimes they paused and was placed next to his hips.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-” a hitch in your voice. you could feel your pussy, but more than that, you could feel a lump in his pants.

"its so attractive when you say baby like that, but when i fuck you, its gonna be theo" he mumbled by leaning closer to your ear.

all you could do is nod as he signaled for you to continue.

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you."

Theo's eyes were fixated on you. the way your voice was wavering, the way you squeezed your thighs, how a blush crept to your face. he loved how you got so shy with the pregnancy kink. it made him wonder if she had one herself.

"you're into that? why read about it when i can give you the full experience in 6D?"

you tried to waver him off, this was the last thing you needed in this situation

" "All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good.."

you could feel your own pussy throbbing. If you were being honest to yourself, you were thinking about you and Theodore. your head keeps going to the idea of him saying this to you, doing this to you and feeling him so hard just got you more turned on.

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly."

your palm grazed his veiny arms, has he been working out? they've gotten so big..

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up."

from palms to fingernails, they slowly trail up his forearm and roamed around his chest.

"Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back."

you find yourself adjusting to place your pussy right above his cock. you could see his face trying to not to show any signs of satisfaction. that was all you needed.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you." 

all he could concentrate about is trying not to break character. his eyes fixated on the elegant curve of your back beneath the clear fabric. her rough voice ran through his head in circles. he lifted an arm from his side, letting it play with the bottom buttons, almost only leaving one left. The only thing covering you up.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence."

you ran your arms down his abs, he loved your not so secret fixation you had for them. but you loved it more.

"You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you."

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. "

“So, help me..”

Theodore was done. He gently picked the book from your hand and placed it on his nightstand. both his hands went under your thighs as to place you on the bed so he could tower over you, his chain dangling Infront of your eyes.

"hi handsome" you said peering up to him. you pulled his arm to examine it. his veins looked so hot, just absolutley lovley to have around you.

"hey beautiful"

you take his hand, a quiet smile made way too your face as you rest it on your breasts

Theodore felt your hands as it unzipped his trousers leaving him in boxers. your hand slid up and down his dick in slow strokes, just to drive him mad.

he takes her into my arms still kneeling, hitching your leg around his torso before pulling you as close as possible. The kisses you shared were soft, unbothered needy but never rushed.

#theodore nott x reader #theo nott #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x you #blaise zabini #theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theodore nott angst #theodore nott smut #theodore nott soft smut #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott fic #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott masterlist #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott drabble #theodore nott headcanons #theodore nott scenarios #harry potter preferences #harry potter imagine #harrypotterimagines #harrypotterimagine #harry potter fluff #george weasley #harry potter incorrect quotes #harry potter headcanon

[readychilledwine]

Matching Wounds

Summary - The first High Lord's meeting after the war with Hybern brings some old memories up that Lyria and Rhys would have rather forgotten, leaving their mates to try to patch together wounds they can't see.

Warnings - degrading language, asshole brothers, hinting to PTSD without getting into full signs and symptoms

Prompt - Day 2 - Comfort

A/n - Happy @polyacotarweek! I've been asked about Lyria and Rhysand's dynamic as well as Azriel and Feyre's, and I felt today was a good day to give a preview into it, and into what Olive Branch will focus on, which is the comfort Rhys and Lyria found in each other UTM.

This is a non-sex based swinging dynamic. Rhysand is more of a secondary romantic partner to strictly Lyria, as Azriel is with Feyre, which is vastly different than the relationship we see in Fours Company between Lyria, Az, and Nessian.

💙 Meet Lyria Here 💙

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There was a reason Rhysand had promised Lyria she would never attend a High Lord's meeting. She was clinging to him in his bed now as Feyre and Azriel just watched. Heavy sobs had turned into small sniffles as Rhys stared at the wall, eyes lost and hand moving absentmindedly along her exposed spine. 

Feyre had only gotten to see Lyria once under the mountain and now she knew why, “Rhysand's whore,” the term had been spat at her by her own older brother before he did truly spit at her feet. “Rhysand's Whore,” who had been trapped in his room. Wasting her days away in the same style of dresses Feyre wore, sitting on his lap the nights Feyre wasn't. 

It was ironic, really. The four of them, Eris, and Lucien all knew Rhysand never touched Lyria, never laid a finger on her skin until they had agreed to this, yet to the outside world, Rhys had already had her in ways Lyria had never experienced. 

Feyre knew from the bond that Rhysand was lost in his own mind as well. Lost in the regret he felt. Lost in the images of different red hair, paler skin, and dead eyes. 

“Ideas?” She whispered softly to Azriel. 

“Dinner and leaving them be,” his scarred hand still held Feyre's perfect one. “It's all we can offer them. You and I do not know what happened to them fully. We do not know what brought them together. We just know Rhys refused to be away from her and brought her here once you freed everyone.”

“Do you want to fly to the bakery they love and pick up dinner with me?”

Azriel rose a brow before kissing her tattooed hand. “Of course.”

Rhysand felt himself clinging to Lyria. Clinging to the soft fabric of her dress, clinging in her textured hair, clinging to the scent of her skin. He loves Feyre. Loves her so dearly and completely, but the comfort he found in Lyria was unmatched. 

She had been there during his darkest nights, whispering how she saw him, how she knew him beyond that mask he wore. 

And now she was paying the price for being his comfort. “Rhysand's whore,” the name replayed itself in his mind over and over. He had watched it land on Lyria. Watched the light in her eyes flicker, watched her shrink into herself, watched her push Azriel, Nesta, and Cassian away.

But she clinged to him. The same way he did her. She wanted him, but she waited until they were home. Amarantha's whore and Rhysand's whore. What a fucking pair, he thought bitterly. 

Lyria had her head buried in Rhysand's neck, breathing in his scent and feeling it wash over her. She thought nothing of it as he laid them back, running fingers through her hair. “Our mates went out.” 

She nodded, feeling his warmth as his head turned to hers. “They shouldn't miss date night because you and I are sad.” 

Rhys simply hummed, hand going to the hair at the back of her head and tilting her face up toward his. “No, no, they should not.” Rhys continued to massage her scalp as whiskey eyes held his. “You know nothing they said was true, right?”

“It does not make it hurt any less. Even if my brother was just saying it as a mask. It also doesn't make those memories of that place go away.”

Rhys understood all too well, pulling her impossibly closer. “I'm sorry I could not protect you soon.”

A soft kiss hit his jawline. “And I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.” 

“He doesn't need protection. Big bad illyrian baby,” Feyre's voice was sarcastic as she and Azriel came back to the room, bags of food in hand. “We are going to leave you two alone, but we brought you your favorites.”

“Why leave?” Rhys rose a single brow, but refused to look away from Lyria. “We Should all eat together. Be together.”

Azriel looked to Feyre, the two of them communicating silently. “We can feel you two wanting to be alone. We're offering that.”

Lyria sighed. “Sometimes wanting to be alone isn't the best answer. Stay. We can all take comfort in each other and all help each other get our minds off what happened.” Azriel looked to Feyre caving as he walked her over to the couches. “Come on, mister High Lord.” Rhys rolled his eyes as he was pulled over, Lyria sitting beside him as Azriel sat beside Feyre. Silence was between the four of them, relishing in the safety and comfort of each other. 

“So, is no-one going to talk about it?” Lyria's face grew into an all too familiar snake-like grin. “Surely you all saw the absolute monstrosity of an outfit father was wearing.”

Azriel smirked at his mate, “Gossip.”

“Learned it from you,” she turned to Feyre. “And you.” She kissed Rhysand's cheek, “And most definitely from you. Now talk about my family with me to make me feel better.”

“The little things make you happy, don't they, darling?” Rhys turned her jaw. “Such a simply pretty girl.”

Feyre's eyes lit up. “The prettiest girl.”

“My pretty girl,” Azriel reminded them. 

“Our pretty girl.” Rhysand and Feyre both said.

“Our pretty girl who deserves all the affection tonight,” Feyre continued. “Maybe she and I will run away and you two can brood and compare shadows.”

Azriel took his turn choking before laughing. “We don't brood all the time.”

“Yes you do.”

Lyria leaned into Rhysand's shoulder, feeling lighter from the distraction. I love you, he sent into her mind. We all love you. You are safe here.

So are you, she reminded him. You are safe and loved, too. This is a good distraction. They are stunning together.

It is, and they are. She loves Azriel very much. By the way, it's not Beron's worst outfit to date. 

Lyria's eyes grew wide turning to Rhysand as Feyre and Azriel continued to agree playfully. “Show me?”

“Of course, darling.”

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[shardminds]

full moon, white honey

pairing: elain archeron x lucien vanserra. honourable mentions to feysand, nessian and one barely there hint at emerie/nesta. it's tasteful, i promise. rating: e (for eventually they get it on) wc: 11k primary tags: witcher!au, hurt/comfort, major character injury, non-chronological, ambiguous/open ending, sex on furniture - more detailed tags, see ao3! read on ao3

The worn parchment that had once held a recipe lay untouched in her quarters. She no longer needed it. Celandine, White Myrtle, Brain of a Drowner. Crush, Boil with Spirit, Bottle once cooled. Thirteen words seared into her bones. For the Witcher who too often showed her his.

a/n: happy birthday to me (well, i'm posting this early because i'm impatient, but the point still stands) i even made a little mood board/title card thing! this is all very exciting.

this fic is told entirely out of order (intentionally so. what is the intention? who knows. vibes, i guess.) and there's a detailed breakdown on ao3 on exactly what i pilfered from the witcher universe in order to write this so pls see there if you need a breakdown!

(very) small snip under the cut!

Fox cub at the foot of a golden throne, restless and wanting. Blood of the lion. And the lion was not a lion but a wolf; each paw print against the marble floor burst to flame. And the palace was burning, falling. And the cub stepped into the wolf’s jaws, bared its throat in submission, but there was no one to save him. Claws across flesh time and time again until all he had was red. And the fox was not a fox but a boy; atop Novigrad rooftops, launching from parapet to ridge at the first sunrise, the last sunrise. Bloodshot eye and black stained lips. 

Swords and signs. Horseback to haybale. Tavern, village, city — but no home. 

Blindfolded on a tightrope a hundred feet above the waking streets, nought but the swell of the wind and the call of birds, his audience. He slipped, and the ground rushed up to meet him.

//

“Vanserra is calling for you.” 

“He does not know me. He calls for any woman with a pulse.” 

“And yet he’s turned away all companions, refuted all offers of comfort, he barely rises above amicable chat with the others that dare approach him, but he calls for you.”

Elain huffed a fickle laugh at Maren’s observations. Of course she’d noted these things — probably weaned the information from any of the other healers, priestesses or patrons of the temple. The walls breathed secrets in The Mother’s temple, only half of them true. Elain saw the other half in her dreams. 

“What are you saying, Maren? That he favours me? As if I don’t know. I see it and I ignore it, as you all should. It is no business but his own.” She hauled close the tome she’d been scouring — a translated elven text on elder blood in horticulture — keen to end this interrogation. Not the first and definitely not the last. The Witcher might not have made a habit of getting injured in Temeria intentionally, but when he did, he always ended up here. Halfway dead, but still very much alive. 

“It makes him easy to care for. Each time I tend to his scratches, I learn a little more about just what his mutations have cost him and how little our healing aids him. His own concoctions knit his bones, quell his bleeding, but turn his blood to poison. I don’t know about you, Maren, but that terrifies me.”

It wasn’t just that which terrified her.

Maren held her tongue, probably for the first time in her life. 

“A monster visits our temple and calls for me by name and you would give me to him thinking not of my wellbeing, but of the scandal it would cause if rumour spread that I was fucking him.”

“That is not—”

“I will take my leave,” Finality crisp in her words. “But not for your worry. I have enough celandine and white myrtle to craft his potions. I trust he will have the rest.” 

Maren bobbed her head, a curt dismissal. To be honest, Elain was surprised she didn’t argue. The wine of her cheeks seemed to flush with an unchecked fury. But Elain was not one of her charges, not a priestess in the temple. She tended their gardens, helped in their kitchens, brewed their potions, but she’d been granted asylum above all else. The temple kept her from the clutches of ruthless kings, power starved elves, ambitious men. Any that would bind her powers for their own ill will. 

A Seer. What a rare and wonderful thing.

What a cursed blessing. 

And she was angry. Not at Maren, or the healers and priestesses, mothers and refugees that found home in their temple. She was angry at Lucien Vanserra. Because no matter the consequences, he always came back. 

Her footfalls through the stone corridors, an omen

#acotar fic #elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #ficminds #i do nawt know how to tag things so sorry about that

[honeybeefae]

Lucien x Reader Breeding SP

Soooo many asks about Lucien and a breeding kink so pls enjoy this sneak peek ;)

He made sure to take care of your needs as much as he could but he was also busy this week. You understood, not wanting to be too bratty, but as you read in the window of your library you found it hard to even concentrate on your book.

It was one that Nesta had recommended and you had hoped it would curb some of your appetite but it was the same old boring stuff. Guy meets girl, girl falls in love, and they fuck. You were about to toss it aside until a sentence at the bottom of the page caught your eye. 

“Is that what you wanted? Wanted me to breed you? To fill you up until your big and round?”

Holy hell.

Your hands immediately brought the book closer to your face. What in the fuck had Nesta given to you? The further you read, the dirtier it became, and while at first

you were confused you slowly found yourself growing wetter and wetter by the second.

“Look at you begging for me to fuck a baby in you.”

“Say it louder, darling, I want the whole world to hear how badly you want me to knock you up.”

“Stay still, baby. I can’t breed you if you don’t stay good and still for me.”

The tips of your ear were growing hot as you subconsciously snuck a hand down your pants, a wet patch already growing on your panties as you lost yourself in the story. It was growing dark outside and you were getting more and more desperate as the pages turned.

Breeding was not something you would have ever suspected you would enjoy, or even read, but perhaps this was the missing puzzle piece of why you were so horny. The thought of Lucien fucking you, breeding you, made your orgasm come on faster than anything had before.

Two fingers were buried deep in your cunt as your thumb swiped your clit, your eyes closing as you imagined Lucien above you, his tan skin shining with sweat as his golden eye drank in every inch of your needy cunt. It was making you drool at the thought.

You were so lost in the fantasy that you didn't hear the footsteps heading towards you...or the breath over your shoulder as Lucien skimmed the book that had gotten you so worked up.

#acotar #lucien x reader #lucien x reader smut #lucien vanserra smut

[moodymelanist]

On The Line

happy day 5 of @nestaarcheronweek everyone! I had a lot of fun with this fic and I hope you do too 💙 title came from Call Me by Blondie!

Summary: Nesta sends a group text for her birthday plans, but there was a mix-up with one of the numbers and Cassian gets the text. He doesn’t know Nesta, but a party’s a party, so he decides to go!

Prompt credit to @creativepromptsforwriting!

Word Count: 4,890

Read on AO3 here!

♕♕♕♕♕ Nesta

When Nesta sent out the group text announcing her usual movie marathon and girls night in for her birthday, she’d been expecting the usual fanfare surrounding her birthday. Her family and friends had long been used to her chiller nights in to celebrate, so by the usual fanfare, she had planned her annual girls night in to celebrate her twenty-eighth birthday.

What she hadn’t been expecting was that one of her friends from college that she invited out of obligation had changed her number.

Nesta Archeron, 1:33 PM

Hi everyone! My birthday’s coming up, so we’re getting together again as usual. Bring your comfiest pajamas, your favorite chick flicks, and your best face masks to help me ring in turning 28 this Saturday at 7:30 PM 💙

Nesta added her address and some instructions about where to park before sending a cute, celebratory gif. There was a flurry of immediate, excited responses – everyone was liking and loving the message and saying if they could come or not. It was all business as usual, at least until a couple of texts came in from what was supposed to have been Deirdre’s number.

Unknown Number, 1:42 PM

Uh… did you mean to send this 2 me?

Happy bday tho @Nesta whoever you are

But this sounds rlly fun can i pls come anyway :)

“What the hell?” Nesta muttered under her breath as she read the texts. Before she could get a chance to reply, her youngest sister jumped in and took charge of the situation. 

Feyre Archeron, 1:45 PM

Send a pic and we’ll see

And ur name pls

Cassian Valladares, 1:47 PM

Cassian Valladares

& here

Cassian sent two pictures, the first of which made Nesta’s jaw drop of her own accord. He was one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen, with golden brown skin, hazel eyes, and a thin scar slicing through his right eyebrow. In the photo he’d sent, a giant, pink, fluffy headband complete with a bow was pushing his hair back from his smiling face. His skin glowed from being recently moisturized and his jaw looked cleanly shaven – maybe they’d caught him in the middle of his self-care routine.

Ha. As if. Most of the men Nesta knew, especially the straight ones, barely bothered to use more than 3-in-1 products. It would practically be a miracle if this so-called Cassian even knew what moisturizer was, let alone actually used one that was made specifically for his face. 

Nesta snorted to herself before swiping to the other photo. The second photo was of a serious stash of face masks, a matching pajama set, and a very fuzzy pair of bunny slippers laid out against a dark blue comforter. He’d clearly just tossed everything onto his bed, but Nesta noted that his bed was actually made and his room actually looked clean – there was no way he’d managed to clean everything and grab his supplies for the photo that quickly, so she hoped that meant he was 1) actually clean and 2) maybe even had a skin care routine.

Cassian Valladares, 1:47 PM

Hope I pass inspection :)

Huh. Color her surprised. Nesta had barely finished ogling the man and his face mask collection when her phone started ringing. She rolled her eyes and slid to answer, not even bothering to greet her sister since she knew Feyre would come into the conversation guns blazing.

“Nesta, you have to let him come,” Feyre said the moment Nesta answered the phone, proving her initial guess correct. “He’s so fucking hot.”

“Hi to you too, Fey,” Nesta replied wryly. “He’s hot, but for all we know, he could be a serial killer.”

“I mean, he already knows where you live,” Feyre pointed out. “If he’s a serial killer, maybe we should try to get him on our good side.”

“Because that’s sound logic,” Nesta responded, rolling her eyes even though Feyre couldn’t see her. “We don’t know this guy!”

“Okay, but maybe we should,” Feyre said. The sound of her voice changed as she switched to speaker phone. “I’m just saying we should consider all our options.”

Nesta’s phone buzzed against her ear and she shifted Feyre to speaker phone before going to read the new messages. Her eyes bugged out of her head as she read what Feyre had written. 

Feyre Archeron, 1:53 PM

You 100% do

Please come my sister would love to have you!

In more ways than one ;)

“Don’t hate me,” Feyre told her, sounding like she was trying not to laugh. 

“Feyre!” Nesta hissed over her sister’s hysterical cackling. She’d barely even tried before losing it, her pure glee coming through the phone loud and clear. “That’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny,” Feyre replied, still laughing. Nesta pulled the phone away from her face to read the next text that came in.

Emerie Castillo, 1:54 PM

RIP to Feyre Archeron, time of death 1:53 PM

Everyone sent a bunch of laugh reactions and funny tombstone memes in response, and Nesta couldn’t help but snort at the one Elain sent. Maybe if everyone else was laughing, she could find the humor in the situation, too.

Nesta put the phone back to her ear once she was reasonably sure all the reactions were finished. “Okay, maybe it’s a little funny.”

“See?” Feyre responded, teasing. “I knew you’d come around.”

“I’m still going to make sure he’s not a creep,” Nesta told her sister. She was already mentally preparing a list of ways to look into Cassian – social media would hopefully be the easiest way, but she wasn’t above looking him up on Case Search to make sure he didn’t have anything weird under his name. White Pages probably wouldn’t hurt either, now that she thought about it.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Feyre said. “I mean, all jokes aside. I’m sure it’s gonna be a funny story at the end of it, but I don’t want to get murdered in my pajamas either.”

“Exactly.” Nesta shifted the phone to her other ear so she wouldn’t overheat. “I knew you’d come around.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Feyre responded sarcastically. “I have to go, but this made my day. I’ll talk to you soon?”

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow,” Nesta agreed. “Bye, Fey. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye!”

Nesta wiped her phone screen off before firing off a quick couple of messages to the group. 

Nesta Archeron, 1:57 PM

I guess you’re ok

You can come but I’m not afraid to use my taser

Elain Archeron, 1:58 PM

Yay!

Gwyn Berdara, 1:58 PM

🙌🙌

Emerie Castillo, 1:58 PM

If you try anything I’m not above kicking a grown man’s ass

Cassian Valladares, 2:01 PM

Warning received

Promise im a normal guy tho

Not in like a “i’m a nice guy” way but like in an i’m actually normal way

Promise i’ll be on my best behavior :-)

Nesta snorted as she read Cassian’s message. She’d be the judge of that.

♕♕♕♕♕

By the time Nesta’s birthday celebration rolled around, even she’d been forced to admit that Cassian would probably be fine. She’d done all her due diligence, and he’d come up as squeaky clean as they could come. Between White Pages, LinkedIn, and Instagram, she felt like she had a pretty good idea of who Cassian was. He’d gone to a good college, and he’d been teaching at the same high school for a few years now. Most of his feed was made up of him either doing some physical activity – boxing, running, and even hiking – or spending time with his friends.

Nesta’s phone had been steadily blowing up over the course of the day, but she hadn’t been able to check it much between the deep cleaning she was giving her townhouse. By the time she was able to pick it up and scroll through all the messages, several of her guests were already on their way, but her curiosity was piqued when she saw Cassian had texted her separately.

Cassian Valladares, 7:04 PM

hey stranger

u sure it’s cool if i come?

no hard feelings if not i promise(:

Nesta paused halfway to turning on the shower, a little touched by how considerate that was of him. Most of the guys she knew wouldn’t have even bothered to send a confirmation text, let alone made sure she was actually okay with what was happening.

Nesta Archeron, 7:05 PM

Yes, it’s fine

If I was going to change my mind, I would’ve said something earlier than 30 mins before the party

Cassian Valladares, 7:05 PM

thank god

would’ve been a waste of my money otherwise lol

Cassian sent a photo of a reusable shopping bag with a bunch of face masks and what looked like a bottle of wine sticking out of the top of it. Nesta snorted and typed out a quick reply.

Nesta Archeron, 7:06 PM

Someone’s an overachiever

Cassian Valladares, 7:06 PM

Have to make a good first impression ;)

See u soon, birthday girl

This time, he sent a picture of his fuzzy slippers, pulling a little chuckle out of Nesta before she finally put her phone down and got in the shower. She didn’t have as much time as she wanted, but this was supposed to be a pajama party, so she didn’t have to worry about doing her hair or her makeup once her body was freshly washed and moisturized. By the time her friends had started showing up, she was comfortably dressed in a set of navy pajamas and already had her hair pulled back with a giant, fluffy white headband.

It was almost eight when the last of her planned guests had arrived, and Nesta couldn’t help but wonder if Cassian was going to show up after all. Even though he’d said he’d be there, she didn’t actually know him enough to trust his word.

“He’ll come,” Elain said, wisely picking up on the source of Nesta’s worries as she helped Nesta in the kitchen. Everyone had been assigned various tasks to make the night a success, and the three Archeron sisters were on snack organizing duty. “I just know it.”

“If he doesn’t, me and Emerie will track him down and beat him up,” Feyre added with a wink before she dumped a bag of chips into a big bowl. “But I’m sure he’ll show up.”

Before Nesta could open her mouth to reply, someone rang the doorbell. She made eye contact with Feyre, who was already grinning wide with excitement, before she sighed and wiped her hands on the nearest dish towel. “Don’t be weird about it.”

“No promises!” Feyre called out to Nesta’s retreating back.

Nesta made herself take a deep breath before she went to answer the door. She had a house full of friends and family to help defend her if things went wrong, but she knew deep down she was more worried about things going right. What if Cassian was actually a cool, normal guy, and she actually had fun with him?

She supposed there was only one way to find out.

“Hey,” Cassian said once Nesta opened the door, already smiling down at her with a ridiculously goofy grin. Just like in the picture he’d sent, he was holding a reusable bag filled with goodies, but he hadn’t mentioned the bouquet of beautiful flowers that were in his other hand. “Happy birthday, stranger.”

“Hi,” Nesta said back, hoping she didn’t sound as nervous as she felt. She took the offered flowers and leaned down to smell the pink and white blooms with a tiny smile, careful not to lean down too far lest her birthday headband shifted off her head. “I can’t believe you actually came.”

“Of course I did,” he replied. He moved inside so she could shut the door behind him, taking off his shoes and looking to her for directions. “A party’s a party, right?”

“I guess it is,” she responded. She beckoned for him to follow her and the two of them made a path toward the kitchen, and she grabbed a vase, filled it up with water, and gently placed the flowers into it. “These are beautiful.”

“Anything for the birthday girl,” he answered with a wink. Feyre and Elain had made themselves scarce, so he didn’t have anyone blocking him from emptying the contents of his bag onto her kitchen island. He’d brought a bottle of wine, a bunch of sheet masks, a container filled with cupcakes, and the pajama set and bunny slippers he’d sent a picture of before. “Where should I go change?”

Nesta resolutely pretended like her cheeks weren’t pink from his words and the sheer amount of supplies he’d brought with him. “Um… the bathroom is the second door on the left. Feel free to change in there.”

“Aye aye, captain,” Cassian replied. He grabbed his clothes and fired off a mock salute in her direction before heading to the bathroom. 

Nesta made herself take several deep breaths before she quickly organized her way through the rest of the snacks. Feyre and Elain had clearly taken some things with them to the living room, but she made sure to put the bottle of wine in her fancy wine fridge before sorting through the remaining snacks. The cupcakes were added to the display that Gwyn had brought, and the sheet masks were deposited into the container of skin care supplies. 

“Wow. That was fast,” Nesta said once Cassian had emerged from her bathroom. He’d changed out of his street clothes into a long-sleeved, red pajama shirt and matching plaid pants. The bunny slippers looked almost funny on him, but even she couldn’t deny how muscular he was, even underneath all the flannel.

“Didn’t want to keep anyone waiting,” Cassian responded with a grin. “Where’s everyone else?”

“In the living room,” she answered. He moved forward to start grabbing things off the counter once she picked up the container with the sheet masks in it. “This way.”

He trailed after her for the short walk to the living room. It seemed things were just getting started; Emerie, Feyre, and Gwyn were good-naturedly arguing over what movie to put on first, Clare was helping Elain pour drinks for everyone, and Ilana and Roslin were dividing the blankets up to make sure everyone had one. Nesta cleared her throat and tried to force down the blush that came from so many pairs of eyes on her.

“This is Cassian,” Nesta announced to the group at large. Cassian put down everything he was carrying on the coffee table before turning to wave at everyone. “Cassian, this is… everyone.”

“Thank God you’re not a catfish,” Feyre said with a grin. She hopped up from her spot on the couch to hand over the last fluffy headband that all the women were wearing to keep their hair pushed out of their faces. “I think Nesta would’ve really killed me otherwise.”

“Can’t have that, can we?” Cassian replied, matching Feyre’s grin right back. He took the headband and immediately put it on, revealing that his right eyebrow had a thin scar running through it that only served to make him more handsome. “When are we getting to the face masks?”

“As soon as we decide what movie we’re watching,” Gwyn answered. She patted the seat next to her and Cassian went without hesitating, leaving the only empty space in the room between him and the corner of the couch. “Come on, Nesta, you too.”

Nesta clutched the container of sheet masks to her body like a lifeline before she gingerly sat down next to Cassian. His body was solid but warm even through the pajamas, and she almost leaned into him before she reminded herself she didn’t really know him. “What are our movie options?”

“Mean Girls, Clueless, Legally Blonde,” Emerie listed. “Bring it On, 10 Things I Hate About You, Charlie’s Angels…”

“Mean Girls,” Nesta said decisively. “And then Charlie’s Angels, but only if it’s the one with Lucy Liu.”

“As if I’d suggest any other version,” Emerie responded with a roll of her eyes. She clicked through several screens on the remote until they had Mean Girls loaded up. “I’m a lesbian with taste, thank you very much.”

“Psst,” Elain said after a few moments. “Nesta. Pass around the masks.”

Nesta grabbed one out of the box before passing it to Cassian, the face masks slowly but steadily making their way around the group until they ended up on the floor at Nesta’s feet. She’d picked a cooling one, and she sighed happily as she spread the sheet mask over her face and let it work its magic.

“Thanks for coming, everyone,” Nesta said softly. Despite how introverted she could be at times, it really was nice being surrounded by the people who meant the most to her – other than the stranger to her left, but something told her he wouldn’t remain that way for long. “It really means a lot.”

“And thanks for letting me crash,” Cassain added with a small smile. “You’re all pretty fun so far.”

“You can stay as long as you give good advice,” Clare told him. She looked significantly less menacing with a sheet mask pressed to her brown skin, but Nesta knew she was serious – Tamlin certainly wasn’t a fan favorite, to put it lightly. “We’re trying to get Feyre to break up with her boyfriend.”

“Oh my God, can we give that a break?” Feyre complained with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “I know you guys don’t like Tamlin, but you’e not the ones dating him.”

“Well… what’s wrong with him?” Cassian asked cautiously. “Cause I can beat him up if he’s giving you problems.”

“You’d have to get in line,” Roslin muttered under her breath.

“He’s not that bad,” Feyre attempted to defend herself.

“Stop having sex with him and see if you change your mind,” Elain chimed in with a roll of her own eyes.

“Ladies, come on,” Cassian jumped in. “Let me hear Feyre’s side of things, at least.”

“Thank you,” Feyre responded. She reached over and turned the movie down before she delved into the story of how she’d met Tamlin, giving Cassian a brief overview of their tumultuous relationship and how much she loved him even though he didn’t show up quite as much as she’d hoped in their relationship. “I really do care about him.”

“Yeah, but love isn’t about a feeling,” Cassian replied sagely. “Love is a choice, and it kinda sounds like he’s not choosing you the way you’re choosing him.”

“What do you mean?” Gwyn asked, her voice curious. “Not that I disagree, but I want to hear more.”

“Well…” Cassian trailed off awkwardly, but at everyone’s encouraging faces, he sighed and kept talking. “The way I see it, love is a feeling, but you have to choose to do it. It’s all about your actions, you know? Does he bring you flowers? Does he remember things that are important to you? Does he make you feel good outside of the bedroom? Do you feel like you’re putting in the same amount of effort? Does he make you feel loved the way you need to be? Stuff like that.”

“Sheesh,” Emerie said, breaking the tension a little bit. “Sounds like you’d be a hell of a boyfriend.”

“I like to think so,” Cassian said with a shrug. “I haven’t had anyone to do that kind of stuff for in a while, but… always good to have a game plan.”

Nesta was aggressively reminded of the way he’d brought her flowers tonight and desperately needed a subject change. “Okay, that’s enough hounding Feyre tonight. Let’s get back to the movie.”

Feyre sent Nesta a grateful look before turning the volume back up. They hadn’t missed too much of the movie, and once everyone had massaged the leftover essence into their skin, they all relaxed into the couch as the movie continued to play. 

Nesta found herself leaning more and more into Cassian’s side throughout the duration of the movie. By the time the credits started to roll, she was practically mushing her face into his chest, and she forced herself to sit up before any of her friends noticed. He shot her a weird look as she did so, but clearly chose not to say anything.

“Charlie’s Angels is up next, right?” Cassian asked the room at large.

“Yes, but first we all need a bathroom break,” Elain answered. Nesta didn’t miss the way her sister’s voice lingered on bathroom break, but she’d been surprised with cake enough times at these things that everyone knew it wouldn’t exactly be a surprise. 

“Right! And I need more snacks!” Feyre exclaimed, continuing the act. Nesta rolled her eyes as her sisters and her friends made various excuses to clear the living room, from needing to use the bathroom to getting more drinks or even going to wash their faces so they could do another mask if they wanted.

Eventually, Nesta and Cassian were the only ones left on the couch. “You don’t need a bathroom break too?”

“No,” Nesta answered with a snort. “They’re going to get my cake. Elain probably put it in the fridge when she got here – she and Feyre are sneaky when they want to be.”

“That’s sweet of them,” he replied. 

“Yeah.” She couldn’t take how adorable he looked in that stupid headband and how earnest his expression was, so she forced herself to look down at the green blanket covering their legs. “They are. I’m lucky.”

Thankfully, she didn’t have to risk further embarrassing herself in front of him, as her friends picked that exact moment to pop out from the kitchen with her birthday cake. Elain was holding her cake, which was beautifully decorated as usual; the way she’d iced it made it look like it was made of blue roses, and she’d procured blue candles that said 28! to match.

“Happy birthday, Nesta!” Gwyn trilled once the cake was close enough. Everyone started singing happy birthday, and Cassian’s voice stood out amongst the higher register of her friends. Nesta’s cheeks burned at all the attention on her, but she couldn’t help but feel the love anyway. 

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Nesta hastily interrupted before they could launch into another refrain of how old are you now, pulling laughs from pretty much everyone. “Let me make my wish.”

Elain tilted the plate she was holding the cake on so that Nesta could make a wish. Nesta took a deep breath, already thinking generic things like I hope I have a good year and I hope I get a promotion at work, but then she made eye contact with Cassian, and all the generic hopes suddenly faded away.

I hope this isn’t the last time I see him, Nesta thought suddenly, and then she blew out her candles before she could second-guess herself. Everyone cheered and Elain whisked the cake away so she could start cutting up slices, and Nesta was so focused on dodging Feyre and Emerie’s birthday punches that she didn’t have to think about where her sudden birthday wish had come from.

“This is so good,” Cassian remarked once the cake had been passed out. “Where did you get this from?”

“Elain’s an amazing baker,” Nesta informed him with pride. Her sister was smart as a whip and anything she whipped up in the kitchen always tasted amazing; that particular gene had skipped over Nesta, so she made a point of enjoying Elain’s food any chance she got. “And a chef, too, but the baking is my personal favorite.”

“It’s just another kind of science, if you think about it,” Elain replied with a small smile. She was just about finished with her grad program, and Nesta couldn’t wait to attend her fancy PhD graduation. “But thank you.”

“I’m gonna have to talk to you about doing some cupcakes for my end-of-the-year party,” Cassian continued. “The kids would go crazy for them.”

“What kids?” Ilana asked from her spot on the edge of the couch.

“I’m a teacher,” Cassian explained. “Middle school, so they’re just old enough to be able to hold their sugar.”

“A teacher,” Emerie repeated, making eye contact with Nesta and raising her eyebrows. “That’s cool.”

“We love a man who’s good with children,” Gwyn added. She waggled her eyebrows ridiculously in Nesta’s direction. 

Nesta hoped she didn’t look as incredulous as she felt. Were her friends trying to set her up right now? “Let’s get back to the movie.”

Charlie’s Angels passed without any more teasing on Nesta’s behalf – at least, not about Cassian. Feyre and Elain were more than happy to poke a little fun at how many times Nesta had rewatched the scene with Lucy Liu dressed up in her leather outfit, but Cassian came to her defense, claiming he’d done the exact same thing so many times his mom had stopped letting him watch the movie.

Nesta couldn’t help but chuckle at the image of a tiny Cassian getting in trouble for that, and Cassian kept up a steady stream of commentary during the best parts of the movie just to keep her laughing. It left a nice, warm feeling in her chest, and she held onto it for as long as she could.

Eventually, the night had to come to a close. Everyone was more than ready to help her clean up, and by the time they started exchanging goodbye hugs and promises to let the group know when everyone arrived home safely, Nesta’s space was more or less restored to how it had looked before the night began.

Nesta made sure to give her sisters an especially long hug, thanking them profusely for coming over and making her birthday special.

“It’s what we do,” Feyre replied with a smile. Her eyes flicked over in Cassian’s direction before returning to Nesta’s with a knowing look, and she added, “I’ll accept my thank you with a free lunch.”

Nesta just rolled her eyes before not-so-gently pushing Feyre toward the door. “Good night, Feyre.”

“You know she’s just teasing,” Elain chimed in, laughing. “But don’t let a good thing get away from you, Nesta. He seems really nice.”

“Not you too,” Nesta responded with a groan. She flicked Elain in the arm before similarly herding her toward the door. “Bye, Lainey.”

Once her sisters were out the door, Nesta realized that Cassian was the only partygoer standing between her and going to bed. She certainly didn’t feel as nervous about him being in her space as she had before he’d shown up, but there were some butterflies floating around in her stomach as she looked up at him.

“And then there were two,” Cassian joked.

“And then there were two,” Nesta repeated with a small smile. She looked away from him and settled her gaze on the pretty flowers he’d brought her, adding a pop of color to the space. “I’m really glad you came.”

“I’m really glad you let me,” he replied. “You have some pretty cool people in your corner.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. She looked back up at him to see he was already looking at her with a tiny grin on his face. “I’m just happy you got along with everyone.”

He laughed, his hazel eyes crinkling around the corners, and she knew she was a total goner. “You and me both, sweetheart. I fully believe I would’ve gotten my ass kicked otherwise.”

“Emerie means business,” she told him with a little chuckle. His entire expression brightened once she laughed, and it was so wholesome she almost wanted to do it again just to get him to make that face again. “Feyre, too.”

“Speaking of Feyre…” he trailed off. “Did she mean what she said?”

“What did she say?” Nesta asked, trying to remember what he might’ve been referring to. 

“That you’d love to have me,” Cassian answered. She could tell he wasn’t trying to make fun of her, but that didn’t stop her cheeks from heating. “In more ways than one.”

“Um,” she sputtered, her brain going completely blank. “I. Um. What?”

“I don’t want to be too forward or anything,” he said, taking a few steps closer to her, “but I think you’re really great, and I want to get to know you better. Can I take you out?”

“Like on a date?” she asked. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and she hoped she didn’t sound as nervous as she suddenly felt.

“Yeah,” he replied with a smile. “If that’s okay with you.”

“Definitely okay with me,” she agreed, matching his smile before she could overthink it too badly. 

“Great.” He stood there grinning at her for a few moments before he blinked and backed away, quickly gathering his reusable bag and street clothes that he’d come into her place wearing. “I’ll text you.”

“You do that,” she told him. They moved toward the door and he gave her one last lingering look before heading out into the night. 

As Nesta watched Cassian drive away, she could admit to herself that this had been one of the best birthdays she’d had in a long time.

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[theladyofbloodshed]

The conversation in ACOSF about Rhys being the best option for High King (k!ll me pls) is so strange, because how are Cassian, Amren and Azriel not aware of how much everyone hates the Night Court? They’ve literally spent hundreds of years acting like pieces of shit yet they think the High Lords will just hand over the reigns (after 50 years under Amarantha, no less) and all the Fae in the courts will be oh so happy.

They stole from Tarquin and Feyre’s boss babe destruction of the Spring Court left the door open to Summer, Kallias and Beron openly hate Rhysand, Helion is friendly and will be until he realizes that his pals at the NC think so little of him, Thesan won’t do it either because the Dawn court is said to be neutral in conflicts (war means people die). Tamlin will probably off himself before he kneels and if Lucien is temporarily in charge, I doubt he’ll do it either. If Eris is High Lord by then, he’s definitely NOT kneeling. Man’s been waiting too long to be in charge.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!!!!

They're all so oblivious and righteous in their beliefs at the same time.

Azriel: “Kallias, Tarquin, and Helion might be willing to kneel. Thesan will kneel if the others do.”

Why would the three non-white high lords be willing to kneel?! Tarquin and Helion didn't expect to be high lord but Tarquin is doing a damn good job of trying to improve the lives of his court. Why would any of them give up their court's ruling to a near-enough stranger? Cassian nodded. Rhys as High King: he could think of no other male he’d trust more. No other male who would be a fairer ruler than Rhys. And with Feyre as High Queen … Prythian would be blessed to have such leaders.

Respectfully, what the fuck are you smoking Cassian? Feyre's rule so far a) gone to war b) had a baby. We've never seen her involved with politics except when she started a fight at the high lord meeting and burnt the lady of the autumn court. Blessed?????? Tell that to the Spring Court who got annihilated thanks to her. Tell that to the Summer Court who got annihilated because she opened the doors to Hybern.

So Cassian said, “Tamlin would probably fight, and lose. Beron would be the only one standing in your way.”

Tamlin is a high lord who is the same size as Cassian and fought in war bands. Like why do they act like he's not powerful???

Beron please I am rooting for you, make their lives difficult as hell

“I will not be High King. I will not consider it, not today and not in a century.”

Literally the only sexy thing Rhys has ever said.

How would it even work except for retconning the scant world building? High lords have their specific powers. You can't just make somebody high king surely, what happens to their powers?

I do think it will happen though. Rhys will change his mind and realise it's for the best if he becomes high king because amren said nesta's swords should be his.

Listen, just make Nesta high queen and be done with this.

#anon asks

[denydefeat]

I never really post wishlist stuff so here, under the cut, is a long list of my muses with vague ideas for wishlists with them. DM me if you're interested in any of them. ALL of these (and all my muses tbh) are open to shipping like let's go.

Nesta - accepting eris' offer :)! Robb - making it to king's landing and winning the war, liberating the North, and getting Sansa back to safety, then having to head out and find Arya. Violet - anything in her marvel or ouat verses tbh I spent a lot of time on those Shelley - taking over the Victory Project after killing Frank. Max - coming back after that summer for the start of college, much to everyone's surprise and keeping his escapades close to the chest (idk the timeline of that show it was a fucking mess lmao) Heather - surviving pls dear goD Denny - surviving pls DEAR GOD Mark, Amanda, Lawrence, Logan - I want to write more about their dynamics with each other (these are just the four I write) as apprentices to John. We only briefly get Mark and Amanda interacting - gimme more. Bruce - let's throw out the entire mcu because it's fucking trash for him thanks. Brunnhilde - More of her relationship with Carol :( Kamala - Building of the young avengers lets GOOO Loki - anything :( Satoshi / Krad - I was always, always interested in the idea of the seal not working/lasting on the portrait and years later, Satoshi and Daisuke being re-possessed by Krad and Dark and having to deal with that as young adults, likely college aged. Too young for it to have passed onto their child, but too old to be able to use the same excuses of the past. Sid - I am fuLLY CONVINCED SID IS THE FATHER AND JESSE IS A RED HERRING (I already have this going I just wish more people cared about HIMYF) Brian - Going to NY and seeing Justin again. :)! Snow White - anything :( Charming - I have about 90420934902 aus for him honestly. I have so many ideas for this stupid idiot. Neal - surviVING AND COPARENTING WITH EMMA AND REGINA SHIPS DON'T FUCKING MEAN YOU HAVE TO KILL A GOOD CHARACTER WHO LITERALLY WAS THE REASON RUMPLESTILTSKIN MANIPULATED REGINA INTO CASTING THE FUCKING CURSE MY GOD THIS SHOW PISSES ME OFF anyways Davy Jones - returning after the 'curse' is lifted from Will Turner, because someone must always be there to ferry the souls to the other side Ben Solo - ANYTHING :( Jyn - her and Cassian getting evacuated just before the explosion and surviving, assisting the Rebellion. Finn - training as a jedi (either trilogy re-write or post trilogy) Jar Jar - i s2g if someone doesn't write with Sith Jar Jar... Anakin and Padme - either an au where she convinces him to run away with her and leave everything behind and raise their children on Naboo before Obi Wan shows up and he believes her when she says she didn't know he was there and they enlist his help in staging their deaths OR an au where he convinces her to join him on his path to the dark side. (i write both so I'll write either) Carolyn - escaping the dark planet after surviving the stabbing, living off of the creatures that would be her demise, fixing a ship in the darkness, built by lights she manages to fix throughout the rubble, and fires made along the way. finding other riddick characters / riddick himself Coriolanus Snow - Exploring more of his additions to the games and how he helped to curate them to be the spectacle they became. Annie - Not having anyone to volunteer for her so having to go through the Quarter Quell with Finnick (Hi I love PAIN). Not escaping the Arena and being taken back to the Capitol. Madge - Watching the Games with Katniss' family and thus being there when the blackouts happen and escaping District 12 with Gale and everyone else to District 13. Kili - surviving PLS Renesmee Carlie - more of her dynamic growing up in a town that's definitely got an attraction for the supernatural. Bella - not taking Edward back immediately, actually being pissed that he lied like what a dick Sam - imprinting on LEAH jfC WHAT A WASTE (or better yet, Leah being the first wolf to change and imprinting on HIM thanks) Garrett - torn between natural instincts, love for Kate, and never letting himself be tested by a challenge, learning how to survive and satiate on animal blood vs. human blood

#WISHLIST / meet me in the pouring rain #[ me looking for my wishlist tag like 'what lyric is this gonna be of course it is ] #[ anyways ] #[ here's a vague list with a lot ]

[autumnshighlady]

I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 13)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: Rhys finally confronts the reader, and Nesta meets Beron.

warnings: Night Court slander, semi graphic torture

word count: 5.3k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: once again I apologize for the wait, this chapter is a long filler chapter but I promise things will ramp up again soon! x

feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinions, i’m more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!

part 1 // part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / 

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READER POV

Rhysand’s words washed over you like a bucket of ice. Even your very heartbeat seemed to still – all sense of time had been lost to you already, but you swore the moon itself stopped its rotation in this very moment. Your mind was clear as you felt the urge to throw up, thinking back to those looks Rhys had been giving you at the ball in the Hewn City.

His words confirmed what you had feared the most: he knew.

“What…” Your voice trailed off, shaking. Even the ache in your shoulders and wrists from the strain of the shackles disappeared at the quick rise of your panic.

“Do not think these things go about in my court unnoticed.” Rhys said coldly, his eyes gleaming with arrogance at your squirming. “I knew there was something going on between you and Nesta. I’ll give you credit, (Y/N), not even Cassian or Azriel figured it out. They failed me in that sense, but it matters not. All it took was one peek inside your friend Gwyn’s head to figure everything out.”

Rage joined the panic that was churning within you. “You had NO RIGHT to look inside her head.” You spat at the High Lord, letting every ounce of hate shine through. It made you feel sick, Rhysand knowing exactly what Gwyn had gone through yet still choosing to invade her privacy. The priestess had been violated in one of the worst ways possible, and now the High Lord who had supposedly offered her protection had violated her mind.

You thought of Gwyn’s kind face, her large teal eyes that shone when she spoke about something she was passionate about. You thought about how long it must have taken for her to smile like that after Hybern, to trust people again and open herself up. If you didn’t hate Rhysand before, you definitely did now.

“It is my court, I have every right to do as I please if it concerns the safety of my court.” He said simply, brushing off your anger like a speck of lint.

You growled. “How could you do that to her? To a priestess so afraid of the world and males like you that it took her weeks just to leave that library?”

“Well, technically it’s your fault. I tried to look into your head to get answers, but could not get in no matter how hard I tried. Same with Nesta. That’s when I began to suspect something more than just friendship between the two of you, and dear Gwyneth was my last resort.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” You hissed, jerking your arms as much as possible. The chains clanked loudly, a harsh sound echoing throughout the eerie quiet of the cell.

“No, you will not.” Rhysand snorted. “But it seems Nesta came to Gwyn one day about an ancient spell, trying to find more information on it and how it could be used. Dear Gwyn tried so hard to help, pouring over dusty manuscripts for hours and hours but to no avail. Until one day she came across a record of an old spell between the goddess Estelle and her lover, Jayana. According to what Gwyn found, it dates back to when ancient gods ruled across the realms. Estelle was a mother goddess, a symbol of life, while Jayana was a goddess of war and death. They were opposites, yet the two fell in love. The mother and the warrior, joined as one.

 “When war broke out between the gods, Estelle and Jayana were taken by the other side and thrown into the pits of Hel as prisoners. The goddesses knew they were likely to die, so Estelle created a spell that would bind her with Jayana. It would allow them to communicate, even when they were far apart. They could feel what the other felt, sense both every ounce of fear and love the other had. But then the slaughter began, and many of the gods within the prison were slain. Jayana was dragged from Estelle’s arms and beheaded in front of her lover. It is said that the rage of Estelle is what broke the realms apart. She absorbed the life forces of the slain gods, including Jayana, and burst out of Hel. Nobody knows what happened to her after, apparently. Gwyn’s information ended there I am afraid.”

The story began to sink in, leaving your head reeling. Nesta had mentioned that the spell was from an ancient goddess, but to know the full story brought you both comfort and unease. While Nesta hadn’t told you this new information and Rhys very well could have been lying, some part of you knew it was true. It lined up with everything you felt through the bond – the fear you felt when Nesta was pulled into the Bog of Oorid, the ache in your chest at being away from her… it all made sense. Jayana and Estelle, if they even existed in the way Rhysand described, felt real. As you pondered the story, something akin to a soft glow warmed your chest for a split second, as if the bond itself were confirming the story.

“Which takes us back to you and Nesta,” Rhysand cleared his throat and continued, a small stream of dark mist twirling around his fingertips. “You used the spell, that much I know. And you used it for communication, to plot against me and my court, did you not?”

You couldn’t help but laugh dryly, causing the High Lord to cock his head angrily.

“Did I say something funny?” He said sternly.

“Look at yourself…” You rasped, unable to stop chuckling at how blind, or willfully cruel, the male before you was. “How could we not? It was never plotting against you, Rhysand, it was about not wanting to live under your roof and indebted to you for eternity. You locked us up, just like Tamlin did with your mate.”

At the mention of Feyre, that dark mist erupted from Rhysand’s palm and clamped around your throat. It was ice cold, stinging your skin but not cutting off your air entirely. His eyes were nearly black with rage, knuckles clenched as he snarled. “Do NOT speak of her.”

“What’s wrong, don’t like to face the truth?” You croaked. “At least Tamlin did it because he thought he loved Feyre. You, no…. you did it out of hate. You wanted to control us, not protect us.”

“Wrong.” The High Lord hissed furiously. “Nesta had a choice, and she chose the House of Wind.”

“Her other option was death. That is no fair choice, Rhysand. She would have been slaughtered in the human lands for being fae and you know it. The only reason you even entertained the House of Wind was because your mate is her sister. Admit it, you wanted us both either dead or completely under your control.”

Rhysand did not say anything, only growled with pure, feral hatred. Despite the pressure around your neck, you lifted your chin triumphantly. Rhysand had many masks, stacked on top of one another so that his true self was hidden by layers and layers. But you had ripped those down, seeing the High Lord for who he truly was – a cruel, bitter male who made no move to deny his desire to control you and Nesta. He prided himself on advocating for Illyrian women, patted himself on the back for helping the traumatised females in the library. Yet at the end of the day, he did not care. He was just like every other cruel High Lord before him.

With one final snarl, Rhysand withdrew his dark mist that clung to your neck. You gulped in air as the pressure was released, lungs aching for breath by that point. Even still, you chuckled. You must have looked like a mad woman, laughing after the cruel male in front of you had just choked you to the point where you had begun to feel lightheaded. Rhysand turned his back to you, walking back to his original position in the corner of the cell. Despite still being chained, you had gotten under his skin.

But then he stopped, movements pausing as if an idea struck him. Slowly, he turned back around, all anger gone. Instead, it was replaced by a look that made fear coil in your gut instantly. It was a look of pure cunning, an evilness that promised nothing good for you.

“If I cannot get into your head, then I have other ways of bringing forth the symbol of that bond.” His voice was a purr, seductive like a cat luring in its prey. “Unless you want to show me.”

Despite the terror within you, you did your best to hold firm. “No.”

Rhysand chuckled darkly, taking a step towards you once again. “That’s fine. If my theory is correct, then it will appear if you are in danger, will it not? Cassain mentioned a glow coming from the bog water before Nesta emerged, but it wasn’t the mask that emitted it, was it?”

Your heart rose in your throat as you realised what was about to happen. The glint in those violet eyes confirmed it, and tears began to well in your eyes. “Nesta will know” You blurted out. “She’ll come here and kill you for it.”

“Oh I don’t think she will. This cell is so heavily warded it blocks the magic of your bond. It is why I am guessing you haven’t been able to feel her through it. She will know nothing of what I am about to do to you.”

“Please….” You hated begging, but all strength and defiance had left your body as survival instinct finally kicked in. “Don’t do this…”

Rhysand merely chuckled as tendrils of dark mist began to creep towards you. “Scream as loud as you want, (Y/N). Nobody is coming to save you down here.”

You whimpered in fear as the mist began swirling around your limbs, stinging slightly. You flinched as it crept up your half exposed back like the edge of ten blades.

“This is your last chance.” Rhys said lowly. “Show me the symbol of the bond, or I will make it appear.”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to brace yourself. When you didn’t answer, it began.

Searing pain shot up your back as a dark cloud sliced against it like a sword. You gritted your teeth, determined to not scream despite the feeling of blood welling from the cut. Another tendril that had been stroking the inside of your wrist quickly shot up the inside of your arm to the nook of your elbow, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. You opened your eyes, biting your lip so hard even more of your blood spilled from your body. The High Lord was staring at you with no remorse, only coldness as his magic lashed at you like a whip.

The slices continued, and by the time they returned to your raw back, you began screaming.

ERIS POV

Eris nodded as he passed by his servants on his way to Nesta’s room, or rather his room that she had been staying in. Each servant smiled or nodded back respectfully, bringing pride to Eris’ heart. He never would have done this in the main Autumn House. No, he would have kept his chin in the air and not acknowledge the staff. His father had spies everywhere, especially amongst the servants. Eris’ autumn house was the one place where he trusted everyone within its walls.

Admittedly, he was nervous for the dinner he was presently on his way to escort Nesta to. He had done his best to prepare her, coaching her on what to say and how to respond to Beron’s prompts just as he had been taught by his mother during his childhood. She had listened attentively, soaking in every word he said. Deep down, Eris knew she would probably be fine. From what he gathered, Nesta had most likely been groomed by her mother from a young age, learning the art of appealing to the wealthy male courtiers. It was one of the few things human and fae shared, the politics of navigating snobby dinner events just like these.

But Beron was dangerous, and unpredictable. Eris did not fear that the High Lord would throw Nesta in a cell or beat her at the dinner table. No, he would do worse. He would prey on Nesta and use fear to coerce her into doing his bidding, into becoming his own personal weapon he could deploy on a whim. And then once that was done, force her to produce children bearing the Vanserra name that would hopefully carry her magic. Eris had planned a hundred different scenarios for tonight, but it was never truly enough when it came to his father.

As usual, he knocked on Nesta’s door three times, then clasped his hands behind his back as he waited for an invitation to come in. Usually Nesta’s response came within a few seconds, but he heard nothing. Eris’ brow furrowed, and he knocked once more.

“Nesta?” He called. Judging by the sound of pacing, he knew she was in there. At least she had not jumped out the window and attempted to flee.

The footsteps grew louder, and before Eris could call out again the door was pulled open to reveal a worried-looking Nesta. Stress lined her sharp features, grey eyes clouded as if her mind were elsewhere. That honey-brown hair was braided in her usual cornet, not a single strand out of place. She wore a simple red dress with long sleeves and a high neckline – Eris’ choice, a modest one that would appeal to his father but also emphasise her beauty.

Nesta looked absolutely ravishing, but Eris brushed those thoughts aside for a moment. “Nesta, what–”

Before he could finish his sentence, the female grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room, slamming the door behind him. Her hand was ice cold and clammy in a way he hadn’t felt from her before. It was not the same cold as her fire that day in the Hewn City – a powerful, dangerous cold. No, it was the icy cold of fear.

“My lady,” Eris jested, masking his own uneasiness. “If you drag me into a room like this my father will definitely be reassured that we’re trying to conceive–” “Something’s wrong.” Nesta cut him off, letting go of his hand. She continued her pacing, one hand coming to press against her chest as she steadied her breathing.

“Okay,” Eris kept his voice steady and light, despite the worry he felt. “And may I inquire as to what exactly is wrong?”

“I don’t fucking know, Eris!” Nesta practically yelled. The hand that wasn’t pressed to her chest was clenching and unclenching by her side, as if it were grasping for something. A thin layer of sweat coated her forehead, and her breathing was visibly shallow.

Eris had never particularly cared for anyone, but seeing Nesta this anxious made the fire in his bones crackle, begging to be unleashed at whatever enemy was causing this. He could practically hear the song of Nesta’s silver fire, but the Archeron appeared to be too lost in worry to hear it herself.

He resisted the urge to go to Nesta, to grab her arms and stop her pacing before it drove both of them crazy. But he did not want to corner her, make her feel obligated to accept his help in the way he wanted to give it rather than what she wanted. His every instinct protested, but he remained where he was. “Explain why you think this, then.” He said slowly. “Is it about the dinner?”

Nesta shook her head. “No. I just…. I feel so cold it almost stings. There’s this feeling in my gut telling me that something’s wrong I just…. I don’t know what. I’m worried it’s (Y/N).”

“I thought you couldn’t feel her through the bond right now.”

“I can’t, I just… goddammit Eris I don’t know how to explain it but something is happening, okay? I need to…”

Nesta turned towards the door, but Eris was quicker. He stepped aside, blocking her way. “No.” He said, guilt already gnawing at him at the look of betrayal growing in Nesta’s eyes.

“Get out of my way, Eris.” She growled, glaring up at him.

“Nesta, listen to me.” The Prince forced himself to speak calmly, choosing his words carefully. “Is this feeling you’re getting giving you any indication of where she is?”

“No, but–”

“Then there is nothing you can do. I already have spies looking for her, and if they find even a trace of a hint they will let me know. Now, unless you have some grand plan of somehow running out of the Autumn Court without my father being alerted then by all means, let me know and I’ll join you. Even then, where would you go? What would you do to find her?”

Anguish seeped into Nesta’s voice, a desperate wail creeping into her tone. “I don’t know, but I’d try something! I can’t just….” Her voice cracked and broke off, tears welling in her grey eyes. The sight chipped away at Eris’ heart, seeing such a strong female so broken down, but he quickly cupped her face in his hands.

“Do not cry, Nesta.” He said sternly. “As much as we both want to help (Y/N) right now, we cannot do that if my father smites us both into the dust for being late to dinner. He will be able to tell that you have been crying, and we cannot have that. I do not want to tell you not to weep because you are allowed to feel what you feel, but in this court, while my father reigns, we cannot let emotions cloud our judgement. Understood?”

Nesta inhaled slowly, nodding into his hands. Gods, her face was so cold.

“She refused to leave me when I was at my lowest,” Nesta’s voice was barely above a whisper, broken like shards of glass. “And she needs me now, and I’ve left her.”

Eris summoned warmth into his palms to warm her cold cheeks and add some colour to her face. “I know,” He said. “But there is nothing you can do to help her right now other than help yourself. First, we will get through this meeting with my father. One thing at a time, Lady Nesta.”

Without thinking, Eris leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Nesta’s forehead. It was like kissing an ice cube, and for a split second he feared she would rip herself from his grasp and yell at him. But even though she appeared to stiffen in surprise, Nesta did not pull away. He felt her flames sing louder, and his own calling out in response at the contact. Like calling to like, once again.

Eris looked into Nesta’s eyes. “Do not forget you are the woman who stole the power of the cauldron itself. You were brave enough to share your story at a meeting of fae High Lords you didn’t know. You were tossed into a war you had never prepared for and came out with the King of Hybern’s head. You are much stronger than you give yourself credit for, Nesta Archeron. Do not let the shadow of the Night Court take that from you.”

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With his arm linked through hers, Eris led Nesta through the entrance into the dining hall. As they walked through the doors, the remaining traces of Nesta’s stress melted off her like snow from the branches. She did not hold her chin high with her usual confidence, but kept her head level so as not to appear too submissive, but also not too challenging. Beron was a master at playing people, and Eris only hoped that he and Nesta could keep a step ahead of him.

Beron was already seated at the head of the table, a scowl written across his aged face. In the first chair next to him down the long side of the table sat Eris’ mother, her lifeless auburn locks covering her face like a curtain. It prickled Eris’ heart how she did not turn to look at him upon his arrival. There had been a time where her eyes glowed with pride upon seeing Eris, but now those were few and far between. She still visited him, still loved him, but deep down he knew she secretly feared he was too much like Beron.

“You’re late.” Beron’s voice was cold, his eyes devoid of any positive emotions as he glared at his eldest son.

“Apologies, father.” Eris quipped, pulling Nesta’s chair out for her. “I was showing my fiancé the paintings you commissioned in the gallery.”

Beron fixed Eris a stern glare, one that warned him not to make any snide comments. Eris shrugged, taking his seat between his father and Nesta. The role he played with his father was a fine line – on one hand, he dared not challenge the High Lord lest he receive a beating. But on the other hand, he could not appear weak. Beron would expect the occasional snide remark and disrespect, like it was part of a routine. One that kept him above his brothers, for he was the only one who could remotely get away with it. His brothers, on the other hand, would be far worse off than him.

His father’s gaze switched from him to Nesta, watching the female like a hawk as she curtsied before settling into her chair. His gaze was hungry, like a predator sizing up a lump of prey for its next meal. Eris sat next to her, nerves churning. As good as Eris had gotten at predicting his father’s moves and words, this was a new situation to him. Never before had he encountered someone who his father had so desperately desired to have in his court, to control. Nesta Archeron was a new entity, even for Beron. Eris was not stupid – every fae in Prythian who had heard of Nesta wanted to know more about her, how they were fascinated by the tales of the role she played in the war. But Beron would want more, to be able to sink his claws deep into Nesta and break her into pieces and put her back together over and over again until she moulded the image he wanted.

Perhaps Beron and Rhysand aren’t too different after all. Eris sarcastically chuckled to himself mentally as he poured himself a glass of wine.

“High Lord,” Nesta faced Beron and met his gaze, then dipped her head respectfully. “Thank you for graciously having me at your table tonight.”

Eris resisted the urge to smirk at Beron’s surprised blink, apparently caught off guard given that the rumours around Nesta had claimed that she was a witch, snarky and easy to anger. But Eris knew Nesta was smart, and likely needed little instruction on how to handle Beron. She was respectful and used flattery to appeal to his ego, but held herself high enough that she would not be walked over. Her presence was strong compared to the Lady of Autumn’s – it was like she was a ghost in her own home, and despite seeing it every day, it broke Eris’ heart to see her like this.

Beron then turned to Eris, electing to ignore Nesta for now and brush her off. “So, boy,” He said gruffly. “This is the female you are to marry provided she earns my blessing?”

“Correct,” Eris said casually as a timid servant loaded up his plate with food. “I figured it was time for me to settle down after my betrothal to the Morrigan all those centuries ago was ruined.”

“That was not your decision to make, Eris.” His father growled, eyes blazing. Even though Eris had already been punished for proposing to Nesta without his father’s permission, he knew that Beron would never forget it.

But Eris only shrugged, letting his father’s anger wash over him like waves. “But it was a good decision, was it not?” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Call it an eye for an eye. The brutes ruined my first marriage arrangement, so I took one of theirs in return. They owed me a debt, so I finally got my Night Court bride after all.”

Beside him, Nesta said nothing. She politely ate the food in front of her, as if she weren’t the object of conversation. Her sharp cheekbones gleamed in the light of the candles around them, casting a fiery glow across her face. To avoid staring, Eris turned his gaze back to his father.

“And yet neither Rhysand was consulted on the matter either, it seems.” Beron pointed out, eyes still fuming. “You made this decision on a whim. Now I need to see if it’s worth it. I have no intention of going to war with the Night Court over a female you thought was pretty enough to be your bride.”

Before Eris could speak, his father turned to Nesta and continued. “So, girl,” He growled. “Why should I let you remain in my house for even one moment longer? I should just send you back to your High Lord in a box and be done with this mess. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”

Nesta set her utensils down on her plate, lifting her chin and turning her head towards Beron. Eris grew nervous at how firm her gaze was, unsure of how his father would react. She straightened her spine, voice steady as she spoke.

“My lord,” Nesta said. “I apologise for my presence in your Court causing tension. Neither of us wants war, I promise. But I have essentially been a prisoner within the Night Court, confined to one of Rhysand’s houses and being forced to train as a warrior. I have no desire to fight, but I was not allowed to use my magic. I was wasting away, and Eris saw that. He said I have more potential, and I do. My mother raised me to be a courtier, and to find a good marriage and provide my husband with children. It is still my every intention to do that, and I will do whatever you ask of me if it means I have your permission to stay in Autumn. But please, High Lord, do not send me back. I have a powerful gift from the Cauldron, and Rhysand would rather see me six feet underground than allow me to use it.”

Eris wasn’t sure he was breathing as Beron sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, staring at Nesta. On the one hand, Nesta had admitted a desire to use her magic and become stronger – something that Beron would loathe seeing any female do. But Eris could practically see the wheels turning in his father’s mind as he debated what Nesta could offer him, how he could maybe allow an exception to his misogynistic rules just this once to see what he could get out of it. His interest in the Archeron’s Cauldron-stolen powers was palpable, so Eris spoke up before Beron could think too hard and let his prejudices cloud his judgement.

“The ball at the Hewn City appears to be the first time Nesta’s magic has been used since the war,” He interjected, addressing his father. “It’s why she was out cold for so many days afterwards. I believe it would be in our best interest to let her learn how to use it and–”

“Quiet!” Beron snapped, shooting Eris a glare that would have sent most people scurrying away. “I’ve heard enough from you.”

The room was quiet for another few minutes. Nobody even dared eat, not while Beron clasped his hands together and propped his elbows on the table, staring down Nesta Archeron. To her credit, she did not flinch from his gaze. She met it evenly, a blank expression on her face that the High Lord was so clearly attempting to decipher to exploit a weakness. But Nesta was a statue, cold and frozen, mirroring Beron’s emotionless expression from earlier.

Beron finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity. “Show me.”

Nesta blinked once. “I beg your pardon, my lord?”

“Show me your powers, and I’ll decide if you’re even worth entertaining this marriage.” Beron’s tone left no room for question, as he sat back in his chair expectantly.

Nesta looked at Eris, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. He nodded, giving her the go-ahead for what they discussed earlier. Eris knew his father would want a demonstration, and they had spent over two hours preparing for what she would do when he asked for one.

Pushing her chair out from behind her, Nesta stood up. She smoothed her skirts, stepping a few feet back. Even the Lady of Autumn lifted her head to watch, concern written across her pale face. She glanced at Eris one last time, and took a deep breath while closing her eyes.

“Now.” Beron growled impatiently. “Before I decide you’re definitely not worth it and send you back to Rhysand as a pile of ash.”

A few seconds later, Nesta’s eyes opened. A silver fire glowed within them, illuminating her face. Eris tore his eyes away from her to glance at his father. Beron was leaning forward, watching Nesta like a hawk.

Nesta spread her arms slightly, palms opening to reveal a bright silver flame in each hand. It spread out, streams of it curling up her arms and weaving around her body while others pooled at her skirts.

“Mother above.” Eris’ mother whispered softly.

“Quiet.” Beron snapped at her, and she flinched.

Nesta stood there, glowing as if the moon itself had liquified and turned into flame that now danced around her body. The flames licked the air playfully, as if delighted to be let out. She remained utterly still as the silver fire quickly spread, climbing up the walls around them and engulfing the room. The guards began yelling, but a firm shout from their High Lord to not do anything made them freeze.

Like tidal waves, Nesta’s fire came gushing from her body and flooded the room. Seconds before it hit the table, Beron stood up quickly and summoned a wall of orange flame around the table, shielding himself and his family from the flames.

“Are you seriously telling me to light your dining room on fire?” Nesta had snapped earlier, shocked.

“That is exactly what I am telling you,” Eris had replied. “Very good listening skills.”

“Why the fuck do I have to do that?”

“Because if you appear to control your magic too much, Beron will see it as a threat. He is paranoid, and will immediately think you will use it against him. He has to see it in all its glory, and be threatened by it. Let your magic out however it wants, Nesta. You forget Beron is an extremely powerful male, he will be able to repel your flames for a time. But I want you to push back a bit. Not too much, just enough to let him feel the strength of your power. And then when he begins pushing really hard, let him beat you. He will not want you to stay in his court if he thinks your magic could overpower his own.”

Nesta had rolled her eyes. “So be strong, but not too strong?”

“Precisely,” Eris had smirked at her. “Dealing with my father always involves balancing on a fine line. Now let’s practice.”

As predicted, Nesta’s flames pushed against Beron’s, beginning to engulf them before he pushed back. Her flames grew higher, and Beron’s own matched hers. It was a dance of orange and silver, each one fighting to overpower the other. Eris watched in awe as his father battled Nesta’s, the High Lord’s jaw beginning to clench with effort.

But then Nesta’s flames shallowed, Beron’s immediately smothering them. The tension in his face was replaced by smugness as Nesta’s flames retreated, chased by his own. Black ash marked the floors and walls where Nesta’s fire had utterly scorched it, more and more being revealed as Nesta’s flames vanished. The second they did, Nesta staggered, panting.

Eris rushed out of his chair and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her steady. The female was trembling slightly, her skin ice cold as Eris led her back to her chair. Beron had sat back down, already having ordered the servants to begin sweeping up the ash.

“Spectacular.” Beron murmured, his eyes ripe with hunger. His gaze did not move from Nesta, sizing her up like a piece of meat. The ambition on his face was undeniable.

“Wonderful, isn’t she?” Eris quipped, passing Nesta a glass of wine. “She gave Rhysand quite a scare with it. It was a truly wonderful scene, father. Pity you weren’t there.”

“Indeed.” Beron’s voice was far away, as if he were already lost in his own scheming thoughts. It made Eris unsettled, how quickly his father was already plotting.

The High Lord took a long sip of wine before speaking again. “You may stay in my court, Nesta Archeron, for the time being. You may train your magic with Eris, and I will reassess your abilities in a month. If you fail to impress me, I will throw you out of my court to the wolves. But if you prove useful, then I shall grant you my eldest son’s hand in marriage. Am I clear?”

Nesta nodded, but stayed silent. She still shook slightly, eyes fluttering at the exhaustion of using so much power. Beron didn’t give her a second glance as he turned to Eris.

“Do not think this is a reward for your brash actions, boy.” He hissed at his son. “If she was anyone else I’d have flayed her alive and hung her on your wall for your stupidity. But she may not be useless after all, and I want her on my side. If she complies, I will see this marriage through and you must breed her within three months of the wedding. Understood?”

Eris swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yes, father.”

Beron stood up. “Good. We are done here. Get out.”

His wife quickly stood up and followed Beron out of the room, head bowed as her dress trailed in the ash. Once they were gone, Eris gently took Nesta’s arm. “Good job,” He murmured, helping her up. “I’m proud of you. Now let’s get you out of here.”

Nesta nodded, as if her ability to speak was trampled by her exhaustion. Noting how limply she hung in his arms, Eris flung her arm around his shoulder and reached down behind her knees. He scooped her up easily, noting how worryingly light she still was. You had mentioned that Nesta had been training, and if this was her having gained muscle and meat on her bones then it sickened him to think of the state of her body before.

He wasn’t lying when he said Nesta had been wasted in the Night Court. It angered him how arrogant Rhysand was to act like he was doing her a favour by forcing her to train. There were many paths in the immortal like that did not require a sword, something Nesta clearly did not want. To force her to do so was cruel, and proved to Eris even further that Rhysand was a complete and utter asshole to the core.

Before they reached the gates leading away from the main castle, Nesta had already fallen asleep in Eris’ arms. Her breath was steady, her soft exhales calming Eris’ racing heart. The dinner had made him more nervous than he’d have cared to admit, but he could not let Nesta see that. She looked so peaceful, her thin body curled into his as she snored quietly. It was a long trek to his grounds from the castle, but he did not mind. Selfishly, he liked having Nesta in his arms. But he felt a twinge of guilt as he recalled how fondly Nesta spoke of you. He was not a blind male, he knew you loved Nesta, and Nesta loved you. There was a part of him that was jealous, for her had grown a soft spot for both you and the eldest Archeron sister.

Eris pondered how he let his life get to this point as he walked through the forest. Marrying Nesta would not be a hardship. She was beautiful, intelligent and strong, which Eris admired very much. But trying her to him would be taking her away from you. He did not know whether you were even alive, but he hoped you were, even though you would likely unintentionally cause complications down the road. Eris could get away with sneaking one female into Autumn, but two? He did not think he would get lucky twice.

But part of him felt the same urges as Nesta, to abandon everything and search for you. Not only because Nesta cared for you, but for some reason he did not want you to be alone out there, wherever you were.

The stars shone overhead as Eris was lost in his thoughts. The details of how you would fit into his arrangement with his father would have to be set aside until he knew for certain where you were. He debated telling Nesta about his research on the bond between you and her, but decided against it. He knew it would be breaking his promise, not telling her immediately what he may have discovered, but he wanted to be certain first. Nesta would punish him for it, but it was a risk worth taking.

Eventually, Eris reached the doors to his house. Nesta remained asleep as he set her down in his bed, pulling the covers over her shivering frame. The room had been heated without fire, making it nice and warm for Nesta’s shivering body. He only hoped that dress was comfortable enough to sleep in.

As Nesta nestled her head into the soft pillow, Eris gently pushed a lock of hair out of her face.

“Sleep tight, Nesta Archeron.” He murmured before leaving the room, letting her sleep in peace.

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[bookofmirth]

hi! i have a kinda strange question about the bonus chapter with az, bryce, and nesta (so pls ignore this ask if you haven’t read it yet and don’t want to be spoiled!!) there’s a conversation in the chapter where bryce explains what bombs and guns are, and at first azriel responds that such horrible weapons shouldn’t exist, then later nesta says something along the lines that it doesn’t matter if terrible weapons exist bc people will hurt each other regardless. (hopefully i didn’t switch azriel and nesta’s opinions, i lost the source that i read the bonus chapter from lol). do you think this was intended to be a commentary on gun control/gun laws or am i reading wayyy too deep into things? that’s how it came off to me and i had mixed feelings on which side sjm was trying to portray as right since she ends with nesta’s statement and doesn’t really bring up the issue any further. because yes, people will try to find ways to hurt each other, but it’s definitely a lot harder without easy access to guns. or maybe it was meant to show the different worldviews that nesta and azriel have, more about their characterization than a political commentary. idk i’d love to know your thoughts!

Okay this is such an interesting question because on the one hand I actually did think the same thing? It was just too similar to arguments people make irl about guns for me to ignore. But on the other hand... I sorta blinked, and then moved on.

It was Nesta, here is the quote (from my Walmart copy that showed up today woohoo):

"And people would still kill each other, even without those weapons," Nesta said gravely. "The wicked will always find a way to hurt and harm."

Honestly, I don't think we are reading too much into it because Crescent City as a series has already been posing these sorts of questions. sjm has had these characters make some very clear statements on politics and disadvantaged groups (e.g. humans) and terrorism and what are "appropriate" ways to rebel in this series.

It's really important not to confuse an author with their characters. Just because she writes a character who says X, doesn't mean that she as an individual also believes X. So imo, trying to attribute a character's political stance to her personal stance is very slippery. I say that because I don't think we could take Nesta's statement and say that sjm is pro gun rights or something, you know? SJM didn't make this statement, her character did. Writing fiction is not an implicit condoning of the actions within that work of fiction.

The philosophical stances that these characters take on the conflicts within this series is one of the things that turns me off from it. It's inconsistent given the context, what we know certain characters experience simply because of their identity, and... I think I've mentioned this before? But hosab really doubled down on the idea of respectability politics, to me. Respectability politics, for anyone who doesn't know, is the idea that if people just acted polite, asked nicely, and stopped being rude or mean, then they would be granted all the rights they ask for. Which is absolutely ridiculous and a tool for control. But the series really has me questioning whether sjm thinks it's a legit demand to make of people who are being disadvantaged, given how the narrative treats the human rebellion (and any other fae or angels or whoever who tries to rebel against the Asteri). Like if the human rebels just stopped blowing things up, maybe the Asteri and Vanir wouldn't oppress them so hard, jeez!!!

That's a fancy way of saying Bryce's stance on discrimination annoys the fuck out of me. Not just hers, but many of the characters' stances.

That is only somewhat related to your question, but I hope you understand why it came to mind haha. While I do hesitate to attribute any specific political leanings to an author because of what they have written, I do think that is makes more sense to wonder in CC than in her other series, given that politics, discrimination and stratification are major themes of the series.

If you have thoughts about what I said, I am curious to hear them!

#hofas #hofas spoilers #spoilers #Leslie reads hofas #the author is not their characters #but sometimes you gotta ask #why they keep writing a certain thing a certain way #ask #anon

[writerloversjm]

SJM Universe modern AU

Part 1 (It is currently in publication order)

Inspired by:

⚠️ English is not my first language, please be patient, if there's anything wrong let me know ⚠️

N/a: I've been here for some time but I've never written anything on this network, this is my first attempt, I hope you like it.

Azriel x reader

Summary: Y/n ends a relationship after being proposed and of course, haters come from everywhere.

Warnings: Idiot people on the internet, end of relationship, Az being perfect and I think only.

Y/n, Aelin, Rowan, Lydia = Actor/Actress

Azriel, Gwyn = Singer

Cassian, Morrigan, Ruhn = Influencers

Feyra, Manon, Fenrys, Dorian = Models

Rhysand, Nesta, Aidas, Hunt = CEO's

Bryce = Dancer

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Y/n_ I was never ready, so I watch you go. Sometimes you just don't know the answer, 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you. "She She would've made such a lovely bride what a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.

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username 💔💔

aidas_hell'sprince Y/n can you give me ideas for a new book?

Y/n_ no you idiot

username I knew it, Azriel is too good for you

manonblackbeak_ said the envious

username I don't believe in love anymore, they were so perfect 😭

username Az's next album is going to be so sad ☹️

feyraarcheron_ I'm coming with the wine

rhysand_darling Is that why my cellar was robbed Feyra darling?

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ErileaNews Singer Azriel speaks out for the first time after the breakup announcement with actress S/n. "We're not always on the same page in a relationship, sometimes it's better to take a step back than spend a lifetime regretting it."

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rowan.gossipdove still can't believe they broke up

feyraarcheron_ yeah, by the way, did you see what a fuss there was at the Autumnal Court when Helion showed up to claim the Autumnal Lady as a partner?

username Azriel never deserved her, she just used it to get a name

shadow_azriel shut up, you don't know about what are you talking about

fenrys_ wish they were done? No, but I'm loving the entertainment.

aidas_hell'sprince there are two

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nesthaarcheron_ are three idiots, that's right

username Y/n was an idiot, I sure was cheating on him, no one would break up with him

bryce.starred 😒🙄

rhysand_darling @shadow_azriel @cassiancrosfiteiro we are going out drinking tonight

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shadow_ azriel Good things often come from difficult circumstances. My new album Memories is already in the writing process.

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feyraarcheron_ can't wait to hear

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username She breaks up with him and even gets an album, aff

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manonblackbeak_ God, I barely got used to @aelingalathynius1 listening to your latest album and you're about to release another one

username Y/n was good for one thing at least

nesthaarcheron_ why can't y'all leave her the fuck alone?

aidas_hell'sprince Finally, the loss of a broken heart

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aelingalathynius1 She doesn't feel ready to get married doesn't mean he's not important to her.

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the_morrigan Night with my girls @manonblackbeak_ @feyraarcheron_ @lidia.cervos @seuuser and @aelingalathynius1

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lidia.cervos We can't forget about our dear @aidas_hell'sprince needy in the form of a cat

aidas_hell'sprince Are you going crazy?

youruser Did you really think we wouldn't know it was you?

username A lot of hot women in the same photo

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aidas_hell'sprince Not you either, but look at that thing

aelingalathynius1 Yeah, look how these idiots on the internet hit us

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Y/n_ Fuck the haters, I definitely am in my 🐍 Era Reputation🐍

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aelingalathynius1 🔥🔥in haters

rhysand_darling Learned right from the master

cassiancrosfiteiro Y/n entering her hottest era in 3, 2, 1...

lidia.cervos 🔥❤️

username Now the haters cry

aidas_hell'sprince learned from the master, part 2

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[thesistersarcheron]

Can you do cock warming and belly bulge kink for Nessian pls 🥺

Pairing: Nessian Rating: E Word Count: 1.2k Summary: There's no summary because what follows below the cut is pure, plotless filth. Enjoy!

"That's it, sweetheart. Just sit on it, just like that…”

Cassian’s voice was a welcome rumble as Nesta’s head fell back against his shoulder. She breathed deeply, savoring the delicious stretch of his cock splitting her open as she sank down on it. He had one large hand braced against her stomach beneath her dress, spanning the space between her hipbones. The other was clenched into a fist on the wide, cluttered surface of his desk, so tight his knuckles were turning white.

His mouth met her shoulder, dropping a long kiss on it through her gown. They were both still clothed; she hadn’t expected to come across him in his rarely used office in the House of Wind, hadn’t expected to find the messy sable bun atop his head or the clear, sharp focus on his face so damn attractive. She’d made a good show of sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk and writing a letter to Emerie for a while, but he had twirled and twirled and twirled his own pen between his fingers, driving her to distraction.

And then he had started writing something, the strokes as firm as decisive as any slash of his sword, and Nesta’s entire body had heated at the sight.

It hadn’t taken much for his nostrils to flare and the bond to pull tight as he sensed her arousal after that, to draw her behind the desk with a look—an incredulous but satisfied one that said, This is what turns you on, Nes? Really?

To be fair, everything about him turned her on. She had been wet enough when he dragged her onto his lap that they had only needed to push up her skirts and unbutton his pants before she was spread wide around his cock, her legs held open by his.

“Good,” he murmured in her ear. “So good for me when you’re needy like this, aren’t you?”

“Cassian.” His voice was little more than a desperate breath on her lips, and she rocked her hips against him. Cassian groaned, a low, sultry sound that pulsed through her. His hand tightened on her stomach, pulling her harder against him until she could barely move.

“Stop that. I’m busy right now, and I need this done tonight,” he said, his low lover’s voice mixing with the firm, unyielding tone of the general.

Nesta blanched, outrage rising up to meet the steady burn of lust in her veins. Some of the haze of her arousal lifted, and she opened her mouth to speak.

“I gave you what you need for now,” he cut in roughly, a warning in his tone. “You sit right here and enjoy it while I finish up, and then I’ll—”  His teeth grazed her earlobe, and Nesta shivered as he chuckled. “Finish up.”

And then Cassian pressed on her stomach again and—

“Oh, gods.” She could feel him. His cock, his palm, so close together, like they were working together to pin her just where he wanted her. Like he possessed all of her, inside and out, and he knew it. “Oh my— Cassian.”

“Like that, Nes?” he asked when she moaned. He prised one of her hands off the arm of his chair and guided it down, sandwiching it between her stomach and his hand. Gods, fuck, she could feel where he pressed into the deepest part of her, her stomach bulging with the thick length of his cock inside of her. “I love it when I can feel myself inside of you, don’t you?”

Cassian dropped a kiss on her cheek when she nodded. It was the same sort of kiss he gave her before he flew off to meet with Rhys, with the camp lords, sweet and gentle and… well, and almost business-like. It was the sort of kiss he gave her when he had already donned his armor and placed the passionate mate she loved playing with behind his thickest shields. 

“Just sit there and feel it, sweetheart.” His fingers twined with hers, locking them over her stomach. “Be still, and I’ll fuck you when I’m done.”

———

Hours must have passed. Hours, and yet the clock on the mantle over the small hearth indicated that only three-quarters of just one had passed with Nesta stroking their fingers over the bump between her hipbones. Cassian sometimes adjusted them, shifting forward in the seat to read something more closely, splaying his legs wider as Nesta’s wetness dripped down them both, or simply pushing his hips against her to stretch her wider and test her limits as he bumped that bulge against her palm.

Every movement drew a sound from her—a moan, a whine, a whimper. They grew progressively weaker the more and more desperate she became. She would have been embarrassed if his cock hadn’t twitched inside her each time. If his fingers hadn’t tightened on hers.

Nesta could only watch, blinking slowly, as he cleared away everything on his desktop, methodical and neat as any soldier ought to be. But when he lifted her off his cock, the sudden emptiness and the loss of his warmth was so jarring that she gasped, her mind clearing.

“You are so damn good when you want to be,” he murmured. She half-expected him simply to push her forward and bend her over his desk, but he lifted her entirely, spinning her and seating her on the smooth surface instead. “When you want my cock.”

His lips met hers for a messy, rough kiss that was all teeth and tongues. His hands pushed her skirts back up to her waist as he stood, towering over her, and then he was fisting his cock, drawing forty-five minutes of her wetness along the length of it before pushing back into her.

“Yes, hard, like that,” she heard herself saying as he set a bruising pace, her legs wrapping around his waist. Every thrust pressed against the deepest part of her, the one they ever only reached in certain positions if he spent enough time stretching her. It ached sweetly with every pass, so much she could feel it in her throat.

“Give me your hand,” he growled, his wings flaring. He didn’t wait for her to unclench one from either side of the desk; he snatched up the one he wanted and splayed it over her stomach. “Feel me fucking you.”

She could. Every pass pressed her belly and the head of his cock into her hand, and Nesta’s head dropped back as her eyes screwed shut, focusing on that sensation. “Oh, fuck, you’re right there—”

“I could go mad thinking about the way you look like this, Nes.” His teeth bared, and the hand that wasn’t pushing hers into her stomach dropped between her legs, rubbing at her clit as he fucked her harder. “Here, feel…”

He pushed their twined hands down, the pressure on her stomach multiplying the dragging ache in her cunt. Nesta’s breath caught in her throat, and then Cassian drew his finger in a lazy circle around her clit.

The world shattered and fell away as she came, her shaking thighs locking around Cassian’s waist. She heard his voice, loud and insistent, as he followed her over the edge, his hand holding onto hers.

#nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #happy kinkvember i ignored all of my kinktober prompts until tonight #my fics #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #post-acosf #nesta #acotar smut #another taylor swift song title for you all because cassian worships at the altar of nesta and this is false god smut

[acotarharlot]

A game for two (part 2)

Part two for my lovelies <3 you are all so unbelievably kind x I’m still learning how to use tumblr lol so pls be patient with me x

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After the…interesting events of that morning. You had been in your room, now just reading some of the books that Nesta had recommended. You had certainly experimented in the lifetime of events you had lived. Different men women, positions, settings. But these books were enough to make you blush - which was saying something. You had needed the distraction, feeling like it was you who had been too bold. In all honestly you felt it was justified. It’s not like you had flashed him. You brushed it off, things would just roll over anyway - like they usually did. You felt sad as the book came to and end, aside from the ✨Spiciness ✨ of it, you had actually really loved the romance. You hadn’t really been exposed to an unconditional love. Of course there were your parents, but you hadn’t felt like they were a good example. Your father was a cold man, who never spared an emotion even for his children. The only reason for your mother living was an invisible bond- not a real love. You had wanted someone to love you because they chose you, not because the cauldron thought you suitable. You got up, the library would have some more reading material. Usually you would have opted to hangout with any of the inner circle or visit into Velaris. You actually had many hobbies too, being a painter much like Feyre but you preferred a different art style. Another reason you liked her, she gave a different perspective. As much as you loved your family dearly, spending 500 years with them and being locked under the mountain for 50 years - you kind of hope for some new perspectives and people.

Your combat training also being a big thing for you, you had to train in secret as it wasn’t approved for females to learn such things. And if your father had of found out, there would have been vicious consequences. But when he passed you were able to learn, with your brothers and Azriel. Which had made you appreciate it all the more, and want to excel at it. Be better then them. You had began the journey to the library. It hadn’t taken you too long, with the ability to winnow. Walking down to the section you had wanted.

So focused on the variety in front of you, you hadn’t heard someone else enter your vicinity. A cough brought your attention to them.

“Oh, Hello, Azriel” you smiled sweetly to him.

He frowned in response. “How is your leg?”

Not visible in the simple gown you wore, you looked at him and said “completely healed, thank you… for checking up on me”

Eyeing down your leg, as if he could see through your clothes, then bringing his eyes to meet yours, leaving a trail of goosebumps, following his gaze up your body.“That was unfair, in the training ring today”

In reality you had felt anxious about it, after your brother calling you out for it.

“I think it was totally fair, I mean you never know who you might have to fight some day” you looked smugly at him.

He took a step forward, and you one back against the bookshelf. “You always have something to retort with don’t you? Definitely Rhys sister.

Squinting your eyes at him, you relay that he got the ability of sarcasm and wit from you as a matter of fact. He chuckled and began to lift his hand, the close proximity of him to you made you sweat. His face so close you could see it in complete detail. So perfectly symmetrical, defined features. You had never been in a position like this with him. Even if you had wanted to be. Mind racing with all these thoughts, what if he would kiss you? Or touch you? Or anything. This was until he grabbed the book next to your head. Smirking down, at your utter shock and displacement.

“If you want to play dirty then we can.”

And then he vanished into the shadows.Taking a minute to actually comprehend what the actual fuck just happened. You had been in love with this man since teenage-hood, in awe of him, never making a move. And you show the slightest bit of boob and he acts like that. Maybe things wouldn’t just be brushed under the rug. What did he actually mean by that?

Turning around you see the missing book that had been all perfectly displayed moments ago for you’re choosing. Shocked once again, you realised the shadow singer had taken your favourite book, of course not the book you were there for. But you weren’t sure if that was him warning you, that he was knowledgeable about you. Or if it was simply just a coincidence.

Either way this was very unfamiliar.

A game you had no idea how to play with him.

What had you just started?

And did you like it?

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel x reader #azriel #shadowsinger x reader

[daisychains111]

live "tweet" books with me (via the Goodreads progress bar) pt. 4 and 4.5 The ACOTAR series by Sarah J. Maas

(I didn't do the entire book for acotar or acomaf so I'm putting them both here, I'm also putting Frost and Starlight here bc it's so short. I did all of Wings and Ruin so it will be a whole other post)

A Court of Thornes and Roses

 I'm reading this book again and praying it will keep me out of a reading slump

Feyre saying she hates the smell of books is WIIILLLLDDD...the disrespect smh

I know that Tamlin turns out to be the scum of the earth but I can't remember if we still like Lucian...I hope we do bc I love him and Fayre's bestie vibes

RHYSAND IS THAT YOU!!! BESTIIEE

GAG

Lucian really said "I'm getting THE FUCK outta here" he has zero patience for their bs

bribery for a kiss is gross...boo Tamlin

Rhys is the high lord of night court, right...like he's the one leaving heads in gardens? cause like if so SLAY

Rhys don't be a snitch, it isn't a good look

Nesta's important later isn't she? cause her following fayre is not nothing

The way that this is like millimeters from being a standalone book will never not be hilarious.

A Court of Mist and Fury

Rhys crashing her wedding is annoying (kinda bc she clearly didn't want to get married) but also so slay of him

I love it when characters throw shoes...a very underrated form of micro mirco mirco troup

 you are saying a lot of names...all of them slightly familiar...I've very excited"

live laugh love....Lucian siding with Feyre bc I love him and I hope he stays on her side

referring to themselves as males and females is a little too omagaverse for my liking

ngl yall I miss Lucian...like fuck tamlin he's a bitch but Lucian has never done anything wrong in his life

giggling blushing kicking my feet

I didn't know Tamlin was gonna side with the evil king guy...but I KNEW and I'm not at all suprised

I wish I had read this years and years ago when I started it the first time because OH MY GOD

(See part 5 for Wings and Ruin)

A Court of Frost and Starlight

Feyre using "older than Rhys" as a measurement of time is my new favorite thing

period positivity or whatever but I HATE HATE HATE when it's talked about in books...makes me uncomfy

Az is so sweet trying to not get invested in Elain but seriously dude, kick Lucian out of there

Sweet Azrial...if you don't get Elain a gift I'll throttle you

HAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHA Cassian can tell when Nesta is reading smut

every Cassian chapter is just him angsting after nesta...just kiss her already

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST SAY MAN...I love these books but every time I read the word male I want to throw them all over a cliff

hehe drunk Cassian and Feyre: the best siblings-in-law ever

a court of Frost and Shadows: 232 pages of everyone and their mothers cockblocking Rhys and Feyre

Lucian...I love you, go away

Rhys, Cassian, and Azrial having a snowball fight every year on Solstice for 500 years is the cutest thing I've ever read...I love it when grown men do cutie-pie things

these people are hundreds of years old but istg they act like their 10

YES CASS GO GET YOUR GIRL

Nesta grow the fuck up

RHYS IS GIVING FEYRE HIS MOMS DRESSES STOP IM SOBBING

I love Rhys and feyre, I do....but I'm dying for Nesta and Cassian content pls

I'm gonna be honest...this had almost zero plot...got to see all the cuties doing cutie things tho...so that's a plus

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of fey and flowers #feyre archeron #rhysand #morrigan #azriel #goodreads #live tweet #fuck tamlin #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #feyre x rhysand #elain x azriel #elain acotar #amren acotar

[hhighkey]

i will say after reading the acotar trilogy and getting to the mess of book 4/5…. and then being removed and seeing ppl talk abt SJM shit writing … IC sucks. rhysand sucks. cass sucks. mor sucks. azriel sucks. i mean fuck having elain and nesta included at the end of 2 ruined it for me. but they’re all abusive manipulative adults who need severe therapy. tamlin never shoulda teamed up w hybern but he had every right to do what he did. rhys a known damaeti… why would u believe an illiterate feyre could write u a goodbye letter. rhys is nothing but a grandstanding mayor of velaris when SJM writes him as a “good character with a mask” that is a LIE based off how he treats his people. his character would be better literary wise if he wasn’t portrayed as perfect when the mask is stripped for feyre. and let’s just take the main characters bodily autonomy away!!! feyre needed time to fucking breathe not date two men almost marry one and then marry another by 20. watched her dad die. fought a damn worm. fought in a war. yet she’s a strong girl boss?? who knows exactly how to strategize and play people?? when other fae had to fight and spy and shit for centuries she’s just perfect? okay. and now she’s having a kid?? i can’t even finish acosf and i won’t read whatever acotar books come out later but will keep up. anyways hope im not the only one

i’m at the point where i fucking hate acotar with a passion and despise the IC and seeing tik toks on it piss me off (don’t get me started on nesta but rhys as a whole is EW. and azriel would def be the type to cheat on his mate bc grass is greener! /s)… but i love lucien and eris (praying tamlin gets his healing arc) with passion. i WANT eris … and i keep getting more passionate about it and all the writing plot holes and character regressions since i eat up everything eris and have been slowly writing for him … i haven’t been able to get eris out of my mind for months and it infuriates me bc he’s too good for acotar

ALSO sjm pls have feyre leave rhys’s ass. you’d redeem urself as an author to me (but not as a person)

#not even gonna tag this as acotar bc don’t wanna deal w ppl who can’t critically think #also i read the books illegally bc SJM sucks #whole series a continuing cycle of abuse #my thoughts #remember just bc we read the same books doesn’t actually mean we all have same opinions and so forth #but acotar is one of the most poorly written things in term of timelines and characters. #apparently the ToG timeline is even crazier ? #woulda avoided these books all together if i knew prior how shit SJM was found out too late

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Wishlist/Plot ideas for random characters under the cut. If you comment a muse or a few? I'll send you a DM about it. Some are vague. Some are more thought out. I'm going down my muse list so nothing is really separated but it is if you follow it while following my muse list.

Nesta: Not having a mate yet. I love them but also. It's just too clean. I want it messier. Thanks. OR Eris being her mate FUCKING FIGHT ME Elain/Lucien: Since I'm out here writing both, I want Lucien to ask Elain to just reject the mating bond so he can go on his own way without the confusion, guilt, and lingering what-if. Her having the internal debate about whether or not that is what she truly wants. Just all of the drama around that. Emerie/Mor: Literally those two. I write both so let's GO. Stannis: Winning the battle of blackwater before Tywin can deus ex machina his ass there (I love Tywin shhh) and becoming King of Westeros, only to deal with all of the repercussions of his journey there (enlisting the help of the Red God, killing Renly, being generally disliked, etc). Myrcella: Either staying in Dorne longer or not getting poisoned (yes this is show based only since the books vary in the Dorne storyline so) Robb: Being called to a battle in lieu of attending the Red Wedding and, thus, surviving it (though Catelyn and likely his wife attend and perish). Rick Flagg: More SS missions. Just general chaos with various DC villains. Harley/Ivy: I would kill for this ship I write both LETS FUCKING GO Rick/Harley: Same as above thank you. Clark/Lois: Same as above again thank you. Max: Anything post the finale. Max deserved a better ending than his friends like "he's mad at us oh well" while he's getting his shit rocked in the streets. I'm so fucking mad about it I could punch a goddamn wall. Heather: Surviving the electrocution/hitting her head. Having some deficits and taking time to recover, but eventually returning to neuro as Derek's protege (and eventually Amelia's I feel like her and Amelia would get along so well) Denny: Surviving plEASE that's all that's all I want Lily: Escaping Godric's Hollow with Harry that night and finding a safe house with a friend (Marlene, Sirius, Remus, etc) Brian: Him and Justin reuniting, even a few years down the line, in New York or in Pittsburgh Snow White: honestly if you write with Snow in her main verse, I will love you forever. If you write with Snow White from Fables and you write Bigby??? I will stan you forever. Neal: Getting to live and raise his son wtf. Who gives a flying shit about ships? Ben Solo: Same as Snow tbh if you write with Ben? I'll stan you forever. Jyn: Her and Cassian escaping before the city is destroyed and surviving and continuing work in the Rebellion. Anakin/Padme: Leaving for Naboo before Order 66. :)!!! Riddick: If you write Riddick muses, write with Riddick or Dame Vaako and let's go Coriolanus Snow: ANYTHING between the 10th and 64th hunger games. Peeta: Peeta being the one taken from the arena and Katniss being captured by the Capitol. :)!!!! Tauriel/Kili: GIVE ME KILI SURVIVING I BEG YOU THANK YOU Renesmee "Carlie": Anything honestly I just love writing her. Bella: Realizes men ain't shit and doesn't take Edward back immediately girl set feminism back like 50 years with that (I'm kidding she was a girl who wanted that dick that bad and I respect it I'm gay but I respect it). Leah/Sam: Leah being the first wolf to shift and/or Leah and Sam imprinting on each other pls goSH I AM SO SAD (I love Emily tho don't get me wrong)

#WISHLIST / A dream is a wish your heart makes #[ there are others sure but these were the ones popping out to me so xoxo happy reading ]