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jeannineee · 10 months

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heyyy, so i was wondering if you could write something where reader is overthinking about her body figure ( it’s bigger than normal fae females ), thinking the mother was playing a joke with mating her to azriel.

how do you feel azriel would react to this? what would he do or say to let reader know that what she’s overthinking is wrong, to help reminder reader that they in fact are meant for one other.

you can do whatever you want this is, i’m just excited with what you will make of this prompt ☺️

p.s. i absolutely love your writing, you’re amazing !! ily

Yours

Azriel x Reader

a/n: y’all have gotta stop w the compliments bc I’m sensitive and I will cry!!! Anyway, hope you enjoy!!

warnings: mention of body image issues

As you sat around the dining table with your family, laughing and drinking, you were unable to ignore the insecurity bubbling in your chest.

They were all…ethereal; graceful, and you felt like you were anything but.

Nesta and Cassian, Feyre and Rhys, Mor and Emerie. They’re all perfect for one another.

And your mate? Azriel was beautiful. With his gorgeous black hair, perfectly tanned and smooth skin, his sculpted body. To say he was Cauldron-blessed was an understatement.

But you? You were just…you.

Sure, you shared the same pointed ears as your friends, you had powers, but besides that? You couldn’t help but feel like you toiled in comparison to everyone else.

Unable to stop your overthinking, you planted a quick kiss on Azriel’s cheek, politely excusing yourself from dinner. Azriel’s brows furrowed with confusion, but you didn’t give him the chance to question you before you were heading off to your bedroom for the night.

A while later, Azriel found you in bed.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as he stripped from his button-up and trousers, climbing under the covers with you.

“Y/n, baby, what wrong?” he murmured worriedly, peppering small kisses across your cheek.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie,” Azriel replied, running a hand up and down your arm comfortingly. “I can feel you through the bond.”

“Are you sure we’re mates?” You blurted, regretting the words the moment they fell from your lips.

The hand Azriel had on your arm stilled. “What?”

You turned to face him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean it like that. I just…”

You trailed off, blinking back tears. “I just…sometimes feel like I’m not worthy of you. You’re perfect and I’m just—“

“Stop,” Azriel said, pressing a finger to your lips, gently kissing away the tears that slid down your cheeks.

“You are perfect for me. You are everything that I am not. Everything that I wish I could be,” he explained, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“I love your cheeks,” he said, kissing either side of your face.

His lips brushed along your neck. “I love your neck.”

“I love your stomach, too,” he whispered against the soft flesh, kissing it gently, before moving along.

Azriel covered every inch of your body in love-filled kisses, before pulling you against his chest, running a hand through your hair. “I love every part of you, completely. You are my mate. And I am yours.”

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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hi ! i’m the anon who requested the feysand smut & it was soooo good ! i loved every single moment of it, it was just *chef’s kiss* 💜🤌🏻

i have a new idea for you. could you possibly do something along the lines of rhys or feyre, possibly both becoming jealous of reader’s fictional crush?

thank you, and ily ! 🫶🏻

Better Than Books

Feysand x f!reader

A/n: Aahhh hi anon! That makes me so happy and thank you for requesting again 💜

Warnings: suggestive

If there was one thing Rhys loved it was seeing you and Feyre spending time together. Watching you two snuggled up on the couch, snacking, giggling, and reading always brought a big smile to his face.

Lately Rhys realized you had been taking book recommendations from Nesta. You had usually stuck to light romance books so he was surprised to see you reading a rather smutty novel one day. Rhys had caught you and Feyre reading said smutty books together, giggling like school girls to each other over steamy scenes.

When Rhys would ask you two what you were fawning over you’d quickly shut the book. Both saying nothing and laughing. This bothered Rhys. Not in a bad way, more like he wanted to know so he could bring your and Feyre’s sexual fantasies to life. And maybe he was a little jealous of these so called “book boyfriends” you two and the Valkyries talked about.

One day, on his break, Rhys heard you and Feyre laughing in the living room. He stopped just outside the doorway so you wouldn’t see him. He knew you were talking about one of your smutty books again. “You think Rhys would do this to us?” You asked, eliciting a giggle from both of you.

“And what, exactly, would Rhys do?” He asked, leaning casually against the door frame. You two freeze, looking to each other then to Rhys, your faces looking like you had been caught doing something you shouldn’t have been. “Err, nothing.” Feyre said, a fierce blush appears on both your cheeks. Rhys crossed his arms and huffed.

“Aww,” Feyre coos at him, padding across the room to his rigid frame. You follow her and both wrapped your arms around him. “Our poor Illyrian baby. Don’t be mad.” “Yeah Rhysie. You know we love you.” You added.

The next day Rhys was still a little peeved that you and Feyre wouldn’t tell him what you were reading about. This did not go unnoticed by his brothers. When Rhys snapped his second pen from how tense he was Cassian finally asked him what was wrong. “It’s those stupid smutty books Nesta told them about. Usually Feyre and y/n talk to me about sexual stuff so I’m just confused as to why they won’t talk to me about this.”

Cassian and Azriel told him not to force it with you two. They took slow with with Nesta and Gwyn when they ran into the same problem. “I told Az this and now I’m going to tell you. Start. Reading. The. Books. You don’t have to read the whole thing, but read the good stuff. Then one night just…do it. Then talk about it.” Az rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement.

Rhys takes their advice and starts reading the books for the spicy parts. He would never admit it to his brothers, but he found some of them very entertaining. He got invested in a series or two. After a month of reading through your collection Rhys was confident he’d read your and Feyre’s favorite parts.

He decided he was ready to make his move. You and Feyre were sitting in bed as Rhys was finishing up his skin care in the bathroom. As he stared at you two through the door way a loving smile played at his lips. Part of him felt that reading your books and then acting them out with you before discussing it was an invasion of your privacy.

Rhys decided to completely ignore Cassian’s advice and do things his way. Padding over to the bed, he sunk down on the soft mattress in his usual spot. Rhys had decided to just wear his boxers to bed since he was going to be taking them off anyway. He always slept naked while you and Feyre favored the occasional matching sleep set.

Feyre looks at Rhys, noticing his tense shoulders. “Rhys, is something wrong?” Concern laced her tone, making your head snap toward him. “Err…” he mumbled and scratched the back of his neck. Why couldn’t he get his words out? Your look matches Feyre’s now, “You can tell us. No judgement, promise.”

He hangs his head, staring at his hands in his lap. “I’ve been reading your books lately.” As he looked up he saw the shocked smirks on your faces. “I was a little jealous and I had heard you talking about them so many times. I felt a little left out and wanted to see what you were interested in.”

You and Feyre look at each other then turn back to Rhys with faux pouts. “Aww baby. I’m sorry we made you feel left out.” You open your arms to him and he wraps himself up in you. Feyre rubs his back soothingly. “That’s honestly kind of sweet Rhys.” His head pearks up, “Really?” “Yeah.” You say in unison.

“Most males wouldn’t care about these things, but you cared enough to read them.” You say, pulling away from him slightly to cup his jaw as Feyre runs her fingers through his short inky hair. Your smirk turns mischievous as you look to Feyre, calling out for her in your mind. “Yes lovely?” “He read them for us, should we finally ask him?” “You read my mind.”

Feyre takes Rhys’ face in her hands, lifting him to face her. “Do you want to try some of the stuff you’ve read about Rhysie?” His eyes went wide along with the grin on his face as he nods eagerly. Rhys tackles you and Feyre to the bed kissing your faces, “You two are in for a very, very long night my loves.”

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zoyaofthegardvn · 1 year

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Hey, doll :)

I know you are currently drowning in requests, but I wanted to ask if I could request an angsty mor x reader. However, if someone has already asked something like that just disregard this one xx

ILY 🌺

New Friends, Old Insecurities (1)

A/N: Yes yes yes! I love writing angst to fluff stuff! Thanks so much for the request, anon! :) This will be divided into two parts!

CW: None! But this is pure angst, so the fluff isn't til I write a part 2!

Update: Part 2 is now posted! Read it here!

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You sighed as you watched Emerie and Mor spar, taking a seat off to the side so that you could finish up the work you'd brought along with you. You decided to come today because you've been missing your mate, but it's clear that you won't be receiving any of her attention today like you so desperately craved.

Ever since Nesta had become best friends with Gwyn and Emerie, they'd become close to everyone in the Night Court. In fact, you'd grown especially fond of Gwyn, and now considered her one of your dearest friends. Emerie and Mor had clicked, and their friendship had taken off fast. You were happy that Mor was making more friends, especially female friends as she'd spent so long just with Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel. But, you were, in fact, jealous.

You tried not to be. Really. But it was a deep insecurity of yours, that Mor would find someone better and leave you. She was just so bold, so confident, so commanding and brave. And so was Emerie. You were reserved, and quiet. You weren't a warrior like Mor, sticking to more intellectual pursuits. You didn't like to party, and you never had any interest in learning a sword. You had always wondered if Mor wished she'd been mated to anyone but you, but for the most part, you were able to look past the insecurities, as your relationship with her was loving and perfect.

But she was spending so much time with Emerie. They'd train together even when the Valkyries weren't, they'd go to Emerie's shop and talk weapons for hours, they'd patrol the camps as a pair and often sat together to talk about anything and everything. It'd been weeks of this, and though it was you that Mor came home to every night, you that she made love to, you that she said she loved, you genuinely had your doubts.

You were interrupted from your thoughts when someone came to stand in front of you. Looking up, you're greeted with Gwyn's kind smile.

"Hey," she says, hand over her eyes to shield from the sun.

"Hey," you respond, but your heart isn't in it.

Gwyn looks back over her shoulder, to where Mor and Emerie are laughing as they take a water break, and she looks back to you with concern in her eyes.

"S'fine," you shrug, a bit embarrassed that others had began to notice your mate's affections for another female.

Gwyn shakes her head. "It's not," she says, reaching her hand out to grab your own. She pulls you up and places a hand on your shoulder. "I'm done for the day, how about we go into town before dinner? We could go to the bookstore?"

You glance behind her, where Mor hasn't even turned to look at you or made her way over to say hello, and then you nod. "Yes, I think I'd quite like that."

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"She adores you, Y/N, I think she's just forgotten how it's like to make a new, true friend, you know?" Gwyn says, taking a sip from the hot tea she'd ordered from the bookstore cafe.

Your eyes roam the shelves in the Fantasy section, your iced coffee clutched in your hand. "I never see her anymore, and when I do, it's when we're getting ready for bed, or she's about to leave in the morning, or I see her when we're all in a group. And even then, it's like she's not even with me."

Gwyn hums, then grabs a book with an emerald green cover, a dragon illustrated on the front. She flips it over to skim the back. "It is pretty shitty, I'm not denying that. But I don't believe it's because she loves you any less than she always has."

You shrug. "I don't know what to do anymore. The only time it even feels like we're in a relationship is when she wants to have sex."

Gwyn's head snaps up. "That's just wrong! I'm sorry she's making you feel this way. You deserve better. Have you tried talking to her about it?"

You shake your head, and try to stop the tears welling in your eyes. "No, I haven't. I don't know how."

Gwyn reaches out and rubs your arm gently. "You're one of my best friends, Y/N, we'll figure it out together."

You smile at her, a pure, genuine smile, something you hadn't done in weeks. "Thank you, Gwyn."

She returns the affection, then hands you the book she'd pulled. "This sounds like something you'd enjoy."

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You and Gwyn spent hours at the bookstore, browsing and reading. Gwyn had been right, the book she'd found was exactly what you enjoyed, and you two read your new books, hers being an obscene romance title, for a while at an outdoor table, sipping your drinks and sharing a few slices of lemon cake.

You two also discussed how you'd confront Mor, and when. It was decided that you'd ask her about it tonight, before bed. You'd remain calm, and you'd try not to cry. You would avoid an argument, and you'd explain how you'd feel. It was a good plan. A solid one, that you hoped would work.

You two decided to leave as the sun began to set, knowing you'd be late for dinner at this rate, but you wouldn't miss it entirely.

You could hear your friends laughing and drinking as you arrived back at the house, and as you and Gwyn slipped your shoes off, you heard Cassian call, "There they are!" before him and Azriel came into the hallway.

Azriel smiled at Gwyn, bending to plant a sweet kiss to her lips before pulling her along to the dining room, where a full meal awaited her. You grinned at them, beyond excited that they'd finally accepted their mating bond.

Cassian clapped you on the back, smelling strongly of wine, and pushed you into the room as well. Instantly, your eyes fell to Mor. She was sat next to Emerie, who was sat in the seat you usually occupied. Instantly, your smile vanished. Gwyn met your gaze and rolled her eyes, shrugging, as if to say, "Screw them."

Your lower lip trembled at the small betrayal, but you swore to yourself that you weren't going to cry. Rather than take a seat at the table, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine.

As you poured, you heard the door swing open behind you, but you didn't care enough to look.

"Where've you been today?" Mor asks, curiosity lacing her tone. Usually, you told Mor about your every move. Mostly because she worried when she didn't know where you were, and you liked the idea of someone caring about what you were doing.

You still didn't turn around, filling your glass nearly to the brim before setting the bottle down and taking a deep sip.

"I went to town," is your curt reply, cold and to the point.

You hear her take a few more steps towards you, but before she can reach you, you spin away from her and head towards the door, straight back to the dining room where you take an empty seat beside Gwyn, across the table and on the other end from where Mor and Emerie have taken seats.

Mor enters shortly after, looking confused, and she stares at you a long while when she notices that you'd sat as far from her as possible. You refuse to make eye contact, instead, you focus on making yourself a plate of the dinner Feyre and Elain had made. It smelled divine, and you were starved.

Conversation remained light, and mostly, you could tune out Emerie and Mor's voices, whatever conversation they were having. Gwyn, bless her, spoke to you nearly the entire time. She was a great friend, and a welcomed distraction.

When everyone began to clear their plates and put stuff away, you instantly went to the door after cleaning your mess. Usually, you and Mor would hang out for a while, then make your way home together. Without fail, nighttime was reserved for one another.

You waited by the door for a while, growing impatient and nearly ready to just leave Mor behind and wait for her at home, when she came around the corner.

"Hey," she says, furrowing her eyebrows at the sight of you all ready to leave.

"Are you ready?" Is how you respond, again, cold and to the point.

Mor rolls her eyes, confused and a bit agitated. "Well, actually, Emerie wants me to come to the shop tonight and work with her, I just wanted to let you know."

Cold dread washes over your body, your heart dropping. Once again, Mor is choosing Emerie over you, and once again, you're convinced that she wishes Emerie was her mate and not you.

"Are you serious right now?" You whisper, voice angry and brittle.

Mor says nothing, just looks at you with a questioning glare.

You laugh, humorless and bitter. You throw your hands up. "Well, Mor, you just have the most fun, and how about you stay there tonight, since you're so fond of her, hmm?"

So much for not starting an argument.

Mor recoils. "Excuse me?" she grits out, beyond offended.

"You heard me. Stay with her tonight, let's stop pretending like you don't prefer her to me," you spit, your voiced hushed as you're aware of all of your friends just in the next room over.

Mor shakes her head. "You cannot be serious right now," she glares at you like you've gone mad. "So, you're jealous?" she asks, and you don't respond. She scoffs, "I thought you were better than that."

And that, to you, is the nail in the coffin. You can't help the tears that well and spill over your cheeks. You look at her, you shake your head in disappointment, then you pull open the front door and leave.

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You made it back home in record time, in case Mor did decide to come home, you didn't really want to face her. You slam the front door shut behind you, and in the privacy of your living room, you let loose a sob.

For weeks she'd been neglecting you, ditching you, spending more time with Emerie than her own mate. Her wife. She'd started giving the time of her day always dedicated to you, to someone else. She was never home. She hardly acknowledged whenever you were in the same place as her, and when she was home, it was to have sex, then sleep, then repeat. It hurt. And you couldn't take it anymore. You could feel the bond pulled taut between the two of you, and you closed yourself off from it entirely so that you could try to forget it even existed.

You're in your bedroom, still crying, when you hear the front door open. Mor.

She calls your name, sounding beyond frustrated. When she can't find you anywhere, she goes upstairs, and throws open the bedroom door.

When she barges in, her eyes land on your form, sat on the bed, head in your hands.

"What the fuck has gotten into you?"

Your head shoots up. "Me? What's gotten into me? I'm not the one falling in love with another woman!" Your voice is shaky, and your hands tremble as you take Mor in, her hands on her hips as she paces the room.

"Are you nuts? Emerie is my friend! I cannot believe you're acting like this out of jealousy!" She shakes her head like she's disappointed, like she's scolding a child for bad behavior.

You stand up, but you don't approach her. "And what about your mate?!" you roar, pointing a finger at her. "What about the female you married, the female you never fucking see anymore? Huh?"

Mor looks taken aback by your sudden shift from sadness to rage. "We've been bus-"

"DON'T! Don't give me that shit!" You bring a hand up to wipe furiously at the tears on your cheeks. "You're the one that's been busy with another female, I've been here, the whole fucking time, waiting for my mate to act like she's still in love with me!"

Mor flinches like she's been struck. "You can't be serious! Of course I'm in love with you Y/N, and I have seen you, every night I come home an-"

"And you fuck me then go to sleep, so you can wake up and see Emerie again." You spit, knowing it's a low blow, but that it's also true, and a cruel part of you wants to hurt her the way she's been hurting you.

Mor pales, her jaw clenches and her hands begin to sake with barely controlled anger. "We have never, ever, just fucked, and you know that. How dare you? How dare you act like every time we're together it doesn't mean something more than that?" Her voice cracks at the end, and it surprises you, that she'd start crying over this too.

"Do you think about her when we have sex?" You know you're just antagonizing her, but truly, you're convinced that you're not the female she's in love with anymore.

Mor's eyes widen, and she snarls before marching towards you. "Don't you ever fucking say something like that again! I have never not shown you that I'm in love with you!" She's in your face, and her angry tears are spilling from her eyes.

You push past her and make your way to the closet door, needing to put distance between the two of you.

"No, you've just started spending your entire days and evenings with her, only coming home to have sex with me then leave before I wake up. You've only been dedicating your time spent with me to her and her workshop, our breakfast dates to training sessions with her. You've been neglecting to ask me about my day and how I've been so that you can tell me all about your day with her. You've just been ignoring me when I'm in the same room as you two, because you're clearly having too much fun with her to be bothered. And you've started giving her my seat at the dinner table, because rather than find out where I am, you'd rather have her fill my place."

Mor's dead silent, staring at you from across the room. Her tears are still dripping, her hand is clenched into a fist and her other hand has come up to cover her mouth.

"All I've wanted these past few weeks is your attention. Your love. And no matter what I do, I can't seem to get it. But... but Emerie has no problem." You pause and take a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "So, no, Mor. Maybe you've not exactly shown me that you're not in love with me, but you have shown me that you're falling in love with someone else."

She chokes on a sob. "No, Gods, no, baby. No. Never could I love anyone else."

You're crying again, and you choke on a sob mixed with a bitter laugh. "I-I think that you want to believe that. Mor, I've always known that I'm not right for you, mates or not, I think you know it too."

You turn and open the closet door, entering the small space and grabbing one of your larger bags. Mor walks in after you.

"T-That is not fucking true!" She blubbers, heaving deep breaths as she watches you pack some of your clothes.

"B-Baby, s-stop," she tries to plead, but you ignore her, and shake her hand off when she tries to grab your arm. You've just been grabbing things at random, but you need to get out of this house, now, so you can only hope that you've grabbed enough pants, shirts, dresses, and pairs of bras and underwear to actually last you a while.

You storm out of the closet and head into the bathroom to grab toiletries. Again, you grab at random, hardly able to see through your tears. And, of course, Mor follows.

"Y/N, p-please stop, we can talk about this, plea-"

You whirl around. "I've said all I needed to say! I'm done, Mor. I'm done."

Mor cries harder, looking down at the floor in utter devastation. The sound of her sobs breaks your heart even more than it already has, and you resist the urge to comfort her, to tell her it's okay, that you two can move on.

Reentering the bedroom, you throw the bag on the bed so that you can zip it up. Mor trails after you, and watches as the love of her life gets ready to leave her.

"Baby, please, I-I love you, so fucking much. I'm sorry, I-I'm so, so sorry," she can hardly get it out from how hard she's crying, and you know that if you turn around, you'll break. So you focus on sliding your bag up your arm and putting your shoes on. When you're ready, you make for the bedroom door, and you practically run down the stairs, eager to get away from the heartbreak tainting the house that was meant to be your home.

Again, Mor grabs your arm before you can open the front door. "Please don't leave, let me make this right," her voice is a whisper, muffled from the congestion caused by her crying.

You close your eyes, you don't turn to look at her. "I love you, Mor, I always will," you hear Mor's breath catch as she waits for you to finish, as she hopes that you'll relent, that you'll put the bag down and take her into your arms and let her explain and apologize and let her change so that she never hurts you again. But you meant what you said, when you told her that you couldn't do it anymore. "But I'm done. I-I'm sorry."

And with that, you're ripping the door open, and leaving into the night.

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A/N: Whew! That was angsty! Also, just wanna add, I love Emerie! I tried to not make her sound like a female trying to take Mor away from reader, but she is the source of the issue here. Just please know that my characterization of her is not book accurate and was changed for the sake of a fight fic, I love Emerie a lot!

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azsazz · 3 months

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Was cc3 THAT BAD 💀

I mean, no? I think that it read easier than the first two books, and there were a few moments that I enjoyed…but the longer it was the lower my rating went personally.

I don’t know why I can’t get on board! Probably because Bryce as a character does not resonate with me.

Gonna put some stuff under a cut while I rant just in case so beware, kinda major spoilers below

All of these thoughts are my personal opinions obviously and I’m not judging those who love the cc series :)

I think SJM tries to make Bryce relate to a younger audience so half of the things that Bryce says/does to me are so cringey. And this could just be because of the modern setting, which I also don’t love, but like come on.

But like. To have no one die? The classic main character death only to be brought to life in one page? Fucking played out, who wasn’t expecting it at this point.

For all of her friends to conveniently become heads of houses or primes or super important rulers right as they’re about to go to war? Totally not cheesy.

I do enjoy some of the characters for sure, which is why I write for them, it’s the story that I don’t care for.

Like fucking SPACE?! That literally ruined the entire book when I read that line I was so disappointed. They killed two asteri and there wasn’t any other way besides putting them into a black hole that could’ve saved anyone?

Anyone being able to wear Nestas Mask? And put it on and off with ease when she struggles to do so? That was annoying too.

The convenience of any solution to any problem in this book…like blows my mind. You spent 1200 pages creating this world and every solution is readily available? I can’t.

Why bring the Harpy back only to kill her off in two paragraphs? Why weren’t Fury and Juniper in the books more? What the fuck is sunball? Why did they leave Baxian babysitting Avallen even after the war is over?! Bryce basically said yup, it’s all done imma go disband the Fae and live my life you all can figure it out? She only goes back there when she hears the Pegasus’ are back? Poor baxian honestly.

I hate the technology. I rlly do. The mech-suits? Stupid. The omega-boats? Why are they called that? I didn’t see a purpose for half of the things it just seemed fillery to me.

And this all happens in the span of one week…yeah okay. It felt like Bryce was in that cave with az and nest for three weeks of my life.

I just think the book is unnecessarily long. SJM loves to repeat herself 7-8 times, same sentences verbatim (because there’s 800 characters we have to get on the same page). If she cut out repeating these long ass histories the book would be a third of the length it is now. And I loved KoA but that book had better thought and planning put into it.

Lol it’s 5am and I’m ranting about CC3 ☠️ okay I’m done for now ily 💙

#cc3 notes by azsazz #cc3 spoilers

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xvreadsbooks · 3 years

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Happy Endings - azriel

azriel x gn reader

genre: mostly angst

warnings: a curse word or two

I'm so sorry anon, I lost your request + I have a shite memory. If you see this, I hope this is what you wanted D: If you wanted the reader to not have feelings or the bond to occur between Azriel and Elain let me know and I can write another.

I adore how this one came full circle several times ♡

happy pride month ! especially to my fellow closeted queers. ily.

I was almost late this morning – my bed felt more comfortable than normal. There were days like that. But each morning I was glad to make it to the roof. Grateful to be here. Grateful to be alive. The world had been neck deep in chaos for decades: tensions running high between courts and continents, war on every horizon, and fear behind everyone's eyes.

Happy endings were rare, yet we were all here – our court of dreams. Plus a few new faces.

The soft pad of feet on the stone steps was the only signal of Azriel's approach and I knew they were for my benefit.

"You almost missed it," I said in greeting, glancing over at him as he settled in the chair next to me.

He stretched out his long legs with a sigh, eyes blinking drowsily, the rising sun painting the dark brown a burnt gold. "I would never mess with our routine."

The hundreds of mornings on the top of the House of Wind both of us had missed made me raise an eyebrow.

"I wasn't complaining."

He grumbled something under his breath in response, and I grinned. The banter between us was light, easy, and natural after decades and decades of friendship. It always had been.

We sat in silence until the city below us was awake; the sun glowing bright fully risen above the mountain range.

I rose to my feet, stretching my limbs as I went. "Any time in your schedule for a warmup?" Depending on the day and our responsibilities, the two of us (and sometimes Cassian) would go through some stretches, or if we were feeling up to it – a few rounds in the practice ring.

Azriel shook his head, wings flexing and expanding as he too got to his feet. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, then."

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All of the Inner Court had noticed the pull between Azriel and Elain. The gazes, the restraint he placed on himself when she was around, and the careful attention the two always paid to the other. Mor and I spoke late into many nights about it, and most days I could ignore my mixed feelings. He deserved to find the bond like his brothers had.

But I do not think a single one of us had predicted it would all come to head the way it did. I really did not mean to take the attention away from Nyx on his first birthday, but it could not be helped. The Cauldron and the powers that be had other plans.

The moon was high in the sky, and Feyre and Rhysand were attempting to coax their crying child to bed at one end of the table. Azriel leaned against a wall, and Elain and Morrigan still sat at the table, all three watching the rapid discussion between Nesta, Cassian, and Amren over the pile of unwrapped presents with amused smiles.

I would have joined them – I was about to – when it clicked into place.

The shift in the room was instant. Even Nyx stopped sniveling.

I physically felt the eyes of everyone on my skin, but I was frozen stiff. I just wanted to look anywhere – anywhere but him. The soulmate bond was brand new. Raw. But it felt as if it had been there forever. It was innate to feel his presence, his soul linked to mine, and it was impossible to turn my gaze anywhere else.

It was a thunderstorm – a clash of a thousand whirling emotions from both of us. For a moment everything clicked. And it felt right.

Then his eyes flickered to Elain.

And I felt my heart slip.

Turn it off. Plummeting deep down into my very being I closed myself off from it all, the bond, the emotions, with impenetrable walls Rhys would be proud of if he could see passed them. Get out. Out of the room. He can't see you like this.

A few feet from the end of the hallway hurried footsteps stopped me in my tracks. I knew who they belonged to – or who they did not belong to – and it broke my heart even more.

Morrigan placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, the concerned look on her face cutting deeper than it should have. "What do you need?" She asked.

I looked around her at the empty hallway.

Don't break. Don't break.

"Do you have a spare room?"

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I spent months secluded in Morrigan's mountain estate, Athelwood. Most of my time I spent working on hobbies, reading, or working on anything I could do from afar. It was mostly just paperwork forwarded by Rhys.

Amren, Cassian, and Morrigan visited often – always bringing wine and complaining about how I was missing nights at Rita's. Even Feyre wrote letters and Nyx's scribbled drawings were tucked in a drawer for safekeeping.

Throughout all of it I heard less than a whisper about Azriel and not once did I dare to ask.

Because the bond was so eerily quiet.

Was the silence normal?

Was it better this way?

I never thought I would find my soulmate – Cassian and Rhysand finding their respective persons was all the fortune I thought our ragtag group would have been granted. Yet here we were.

I would not force a relationship between Azriel and I. Forced bonds never went well and I would never impose the bond on someone. Especially if they had already found love.

Especially if that person was Azriel. The boy I had grown up with, the man who defended my back in every battle I could remember, who was by my side stumbling drunk up the beginning of the 10,000 steps when we forgot he could fly, who I had watched a thousand sunrises with – my best friend. Even him.

A few weeks after leaving Velaris, a realization struck me like an assassin's dagger between the ribs. Would I even know if Azriel rejected the bond?

Would it tell me somehow?

Or would it remain shadowed, open ended, gaping, and hemorrhaging for eternity leaving me wondering, wandering, numb.

Shut it off shut it off shut it off shut it off—

. . . Did I even want to know?

But each morning, regardless of the amount of sleep I got, I awoke at the same time. The same damn time to watch the sun struggle to reach the valley. And each sunrise I watched it creep down to the grass at my feet and I wondered if the two seats near the edge of the roof of the House of Wind were empty.

Or if mine had been filled.

After all, happy endings were rare.

Returning to the House of Wind a week ago was easier than I anticipated. The House itself greeted me with fresh sheets, a crackling fireplace, and a dinner spread of my favorite foods.

Once, I had been annoyed by my room's distance from Azriel and Cassian's personal quarters but had refused to move and give up my balcony. A choice I am glad for now more than ever. I could come and go as I pleased with risking a confrontation I was not ready to face.

Until this morning.

When I forgot and did not remember before I had already shuffled half-asleep to the top level of the House of Wind. Before the gentle morning breeze laid warmly against my skin and Azriel was watching me from his chair, legs stretched out and eyes alight in the daybreak.

It was only then my mind caught up with my body and I turned on the spot, embarrassment rushing through my blood.

"Tomorrow, then?" He asked softly, voice barely a whisper in the air behind me.

I paused at the top of the steps, a different emotion replacing the mortification. The sun breached the mountain fog, turning the Sidra golden in the valley below and scattering lingering shadows wherever it reached.

"Tomorrow, then."

Whether friends or more – I left the finale up to you.

Coincidentally, "A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant to Be" by Jess Benko & "i luv him" by Catie Turner played more than once while I wrote this.

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dreaminginvelaris · 3 years

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I dont get understand how people hate Nesta but adore Elain. It doesn’t make any sense?

elain stan mutuals and followers this is a elain hate post please ignore this one, ily <3

hi anon <3,

i agree, especially considering why many of us hate nesta bc of how she treated feyre, it is confusing why so many love elain when shes just as guilty? she was an abuse enabler. when nesta would abuse feyre what did elain do? she went after nesta. to console her. wtf.

but i think many just excuse elain bc shes so “kind and sweet” bitch where? where is this kind personality of elain that everyone talks about? i only see a snake.

“but she bought feyre paints” with whose money? definitely not hers. “its the thought that counts” no hun, what would have counted is elain helping feyre instead of lounging around planting her stupid flowers that literally aided in nothing at helping her family.

(this is turning into an elain hate rant oops)

also, back in acotar y’all remember that scene after feyre comes back from a successful hunt and shes all dirty and shit and elain physically recoils at feyre, like she legit moves away from her bc she doesn’t want to touch dirty and smelly feyre. the same feyre who just brought her food. yeah elain is “kind”. what a load of bullshit. a kind person would have thanked feyre and told her to go wash up bc she deserves it while she prepares the food. instead sweet elain doesn’t want to touch feyres dirty hand.

but yes nesta may have been the one too actually abuse feyre but elain did nothing to stop it. i understand shes not responsible for nestas actions but shes responsible for her own and she legit did nothing to stop nesta or help feyre. yeah if i saw my older brother abuse my other brother i would have definitely have said something or at least console the person who was abused not the abuser lmao💀i understand if the abuser was like her mother or father like okay i understand how hard it would be to go against that authority but a sister? who abuses a sister who doesn’t deserve it? how can elain not challenge nesta on that shit. how can elain just stand there and let nesta spew all those hateful words. she really doesn’t owe nesta much considering nesta didn’t do anything actually to provide for elain. i get it would be hard for elain to scold her “best friend” and tell her to stop but it shouldnt have actually restricted elain from calling nesta out. if my bff was abusing her little sis i would be the first to call that shit out, when its not even my own family.

“but elain apologized” bitch where? you mean elain acknowledged that she was a horrible sister but i aint never seen an apology come out of her mouth. its the same with nesta like she acknowledged what she did to feyre was horrible but there was no apology! so its like idgaf if they realize what they did was wrong i want an apology. “she let feyre use her house” considering the house was given to them because feyre agreed to go to the prythian lands, another sacrifice on feyres part, its rightfully feyres as well, more so hers than her sisters or her father.

idk man i agree just doesn’t seem right to hate one sister but love the other who did just as much of shitty things but its okay bc shes pretty and kind and quiet right?

#anti elain archeron #anti elain #anti nesta #anti nesta archeron #feyre deserves better #pro feyre archeron #feyre archeron #acosf #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #feyre acotar #pro feyre #feyre #sjm

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After calling off her wedding and questioning her life choices, Elain makes the choice to undertake her dream and travel the road near her hometown with a handsome biker and his group. From there on out, she'll encounter the beauty and dangers throughout her journey.

Previous: Chapter 2

Next: Chapter 4 (WIP)

Life is a Highway - Rascal Flatts

Chapter 3: First Run

Elain still couldn't believe it. She felt like she was stuck in a dream and she wished she didn't wake up from it. If it weren't for the sounds of roaring engines, the people chatting loud enough for the others to listen and the redheaded guy she was holding onto, it was proof enough that she wasn't dreaming.

She took in the wind on her hair, face and skin, making sure to memorize the feeling. She glanced around as the trees and objects moved quickly, now behind them. She could only think of Einstein's Relativity Theory she learned from a science show a week ago before the screen went static. She pulled herself from her thoughts and focused on how she was going miles and miles away from the town, feeling like she was going to float away.

They’d rode about 209 miles before stopping near a sandy clearing. Cassian got off his crimson scrambler in a hurry and ran behind some trees. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!” It took Elain all of her will to not snicker but it didn't last long when Mor laughed at him, making herself chuckle before covering her mouth in an attempt to hide it.

“That’s what happens when you don't go to the bathroom after you've drunk a large coke, Cass.” Mor said with a smirk. Amren didn't seem to hide her own smirk, smaller than Mor’s but devious enough to mock him.

Elain glanced at Lucien when he shook his head with a chuckle. He then faced Rhysand. “How long until the next stop then?”

“Next town will be about 345 plus miles from here, so.. maybe five and a half hours.” He said while stretching his back before glancing at Azriel. “What time is it?”

Before Azriel could even say a word, Elain answered him instead. “11:45 am.” Lucien turned to her with raised brows. She pulled away and shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, not to mention that they were pretty far from where they left. “I checked my phone before we left, it was 7:45 am so-”

“You’ve been counting the whole way?” Rhysand asked but Elain chuckled.

“No, I checked my phone again when we stopped and Cassian had to.. you know.” At this, the band laughed, even Azriel was chuckling at her joke. Just as they calmed down a little, Cassian returned, zipping his pants back up. Just then, an idea popped on Elain’s head. “Oh! Before we go, is it ok to take a selfie with you guys? I really want my sisters to know my whereabouts.” She got off Lucien's bike, a bobber she realized, her legs wobbled a little but she managed to stand. Her sisters probably think she was still in town so it was valid to surprise them.

Cassian was the first to ask. “You got sisters?”

Elain nodded with a wide smile. “Two. My older sister Nesta and little sister Feyre. They’ve been traveling longer than me and I want them to know that I'm out and about.” She held her phone up, and made sure everyone was on their rides. “Ok! Everyone smile and say, Compass!” And as she said that everyone obliged as she took the picture. Elain glanced at it and smiled brightly. Cassian and Mor were holding both of their hands in front of them, doing the ILY gesture, Azriel just did a salute gesture but had the faintest of smiles, Amren just glared at the camera with her chin up, Rhysand only smirked while resting his arms on his hd handles, and Lucien, sitting on his bike next to her, gave a mild but genuine smile. “It looks great!” She said as Mor walked to her and peered over her shoulder.

“You gotta send us that selfie later!” Mor exclaimed. “We can exchange phone numbers once we get to our next stop.”

“Of course. That would be best.” Elain nodded then sent the picture to her sisters on their group chat with a comment.

Elain: Guess who just stepped out of the nest! These fellas agreed to let me join their band! :D

Once she sent the message with the photo, she hopped on Lucien’s ride and held onto his jacket instead of his torso. She didn't want him to think the wrong idea and she thought he probably had someone waiting for him already. “Alright! Let's go!” She said with a lot of enthusiasm, making Rhysand chuckle.

“The lady just roared. Let's go.” He smirked as they proceeded with their journey. Lucien made sure she was holding on so she wouldn't fall and injure herself. Instead, she was looking at the forest view, her expression joyful and bright. He couldn't help the smile that quirked up his lips as he focused on the road in front of him.

During the next hour, they left the forest sight and entered the more prairie ground with small isolated buildings, which Elain realized were farms, something she usually wished to see ever so often but rarely did since she was stuck in one simple apartment. She crossed that off her bucket and made a mental note to add a new one on her phone when she saw the corn crops: Visit a Corn Maze. They briefly stopped to buy some homemade food from a farmer’s stand and Elain’s taste buds went on a flavor rampage, drawing a squeaky moan from her throat, when she tried the milk and honey pie and was for certain that she would pinpoint it as one of her newly favorite foods of all times. Lucien chuckled at her reaction, making her cheeks flush slightly in embarrassment.

They spent almost 25 minutes on the road when they came across a river, stopping on the edges of a bridge, to which Elain couldn't help but peer down to the water and gasped in excitement. “There are turtles here.” Mor peered down next to her and chuckled when one of the turtles flopped to the water when the small floating log was pretty much full.

“Lemme borrow your phone, Elain.” Mor said as Elain obliged, both posing for a selfie. One normal and another with funny faces. Soon after, Cassian joined inthe fun as he hugged the girls with a wide smile then another where the girls shared his shades. “This will go to our yearly album.” Mor commented, making Elain smile. When she turned her head, she was stunned to see the other end of the river, with Lucien staring at what seemed to be orchids, the red of his hair contrasting with the green of the wilderness. For once, she wished she had Feyre's ability to name any sight before plastering it in a portrait. What she did manage to do is snap a photo of him before he turned to her with wide eyes.

Elain smiled and waved her phone. “If you’re not a fan of photos, I'm sorry to say that you gotta go through me if you wanna delete it.” She said smugly, making Lucien chuckle.

“Unfortunately, that would be Azriel. But if you assume such things, then I suggest you hide your phone while sleeping.” He said and gave her a secret wink. Elain snorted before hopping up behind him.

“We’ll see.” Elain said simply. That was one detail the Archeron sisters have in common: They all love a good challenge. She managed to send the photos to her sister’s group chat before they hit the road again.

Elain: Saw a bunch of turtles and we took funny pictures. Having fun thus far! ^^

She then sent the photo of Lucien privately to Feyre with a question attached.

Elain: You don't have to answer right now but you got any good labels for this photo? Please and Thank you.

None of them answered yet but Elain could understand if they were busy and traveling. The sun was almost setting, giving the sky a combination of oranges, yellows and purples. Elain was starting to feel quite sleepy but she fought it bak to prevent herself from falling backwards, to the hard pavement, or falling forward, against Lucien’s back. Obviously, she didn't want to end up in one of those two situations so she stared over the colorful sky. She then realized that they were slowing down and turned to a small town with luckily a gas station, few roads of houses, a motel and a minimarket that was still open. The gang settled their bikes in the parking lot before walking towards the motel. Elain trotted behind them.

“So, who’s gonna be roommates with who?” Mor asked her cousin as Rhysand made a long hmm before answering.

“Knowing Amren, she’ll take a room to herself.”

“Naturally.” Amren said bored as she walked ahead. Rhysand shook his head.

“Well, pick a partner then.” He said with a shrug.

Cassian snapped his fingers. “I'm either sleeping with Az or Mor. If I sleep with Mor, Azriel will sleep with Lucien.”

“Not sleeping with him!” Both Azriel and Lucien said, barely in sync, causing Elain to chuckle.

“How about.. Rhys and me, you and Az, and Elain with Lucien?” Mor suggested and Elain froze. She never slept with a guy. Aside from Graysen. Then again, she considered it for a moment before Lucien spoke.

“Guys, shouldn't we let her choose her roommate instead?” He asked. Well, at least he’s modest.

“Lucien and I can share a room. One of us can sleep on a couch or on the floor.” Elain said, not minding the fact that she could sleep on the floor or on a couch. She did it most of the time when she couldn't even get herself to sleep on the bed properly. Lucien frowned, as if he figured her thoughts.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” He said and Elain scoffed.

“Couch then.” She shot back.

“You’ll take the bed and I'll take the couch.” Lucien debated. The two now glared at each other.

“A bet then..” Elain held her chin up in challenge as Mor and Cassian gasped. Lucien raised a brow, unamused. “A game of poker.. Whoever wins gets the couch, the loser takes the bed.. If you have cards, that is.”

Mor was the one who ran back to her bike before coming back with a box of cards. “We carry them around always.”

Lucien scoffed and smirked. “Make it a bit more interesting, Lady.”

“Winner gets the couch and ten bucks while the loser gets the bed and invites everyone for drinks. How's that?” Elain crossed her arms.

Lucien smirked as the two shaked their hands in agreement. “Challenge accepted.” Was all he said. Certainly, he could beat her in poker, right?

He was WRONG. Lucien hand no fucking idea how in God’s name she was beating him in poker. He was running out of options and she was still wearing an expression so unreadable that he had him reconsidering every option and every turn on his head.

“Are there any snacks?” Elain said Rhysand too casually, as if she wasn't even playing. She was smart, he had to admit, it was like she was a fawn in hiding while he was the predator looking for her and yet cant see her. It wasn't long enough before Lucien lost to her when they placed their cards down, she had a full house.

“How?” Was all he could say.

Elain smirked. “You owe me ten bucks and a drink, Fox.~” Lucien almost shuddered when she said that while Cassian and Mor cheered for her. Of course, a bet was a bet. Lucien ended up sleeping on the bed while Elain slept on the couch. Next time, he’ll beat her at poker next time, he thought to himself as he dozed off.

#elucien #elain x lucien #cassian x nesta #nessian #acosf #acotar #romance #modern au #feyre x rhysand #feysand #gwyneth x azriel #gwynriel #motorcycle au

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maastrash · 4 years

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"Just pretend to be my date "for nessian please and what did you mean by the fluff before the storm?Are you planning on breaking my heart?

The Truth Is ...

HEHE this got longer than expected! and omg dw I’ll only break it for a lil ;) Shoutout to my bff @verryberriess for helping me with this ily

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Today was not Cassian’s day. All he had wanted was his favorite Starbucks cold brew so he could have the energy to study for his calculus midterm tomorrow. Math was his absolute worst subject. He could write an A worthy essay in less than an hour, but when it came to numbers he was absolutely clueless. He wanted to be in and out to give himself as much study time as possible. The gods knew he needed it, but that didn’t seem like a possibility anymore. It was just his luck that he would run into the one person he’d been trying to avoid all day - Daisy Anderson. She had been talking his ear off for the past 15 minutes, despite him saying that he had somewhere to be. She was a member of the most popular sorority at university, Alpha Phi, and had been pretty much obsessed with Cassian for the past week. He had met her at his frat party and it was clear she wanted him to ask her to be his date to the spring formal. Alpha Phi and his frat Sigma Chi were always paired for events so he was doing his best to turn her down easy. He really didn’t need awkward encounters with her at every greek life gathering.

After another 5 minutes passed Cassian seriously didn’t know if she truly wasn’t getting the hint that he wasn’t interested or if she just didn’t care. He gave the minimum responses necessary, avoided eye contact, and kept trying to leave, unsuccessfully of course. Every time he tried, Daisy would grab his arm or suddenly step in front of him. Apparently, there was another party tonight and she was desperately trying to convince him to go. Even if he had been free, Cassian didn’t really feel like getting to know Daisy. There was someone else who occupied his thoughts. Someone who would never like him back, but that didn’t stop him from hoping.

Cassian was really starting to lose his patience. Just as he about to firmly tell her he was not interested, he saw her. Nesta Archeron. Her honey brown hair was loose, flowing just past her shoulders. She was wearing a navy cropped hoodie and black jeans that hugged her body perfectly. Damn. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Before Cassian even knew what he was doing, he was up, moving, and blocking her path.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said, pulling her into a hug.

Nesta tensed for a second before relaxing into the embrace. She hesitantly wrapped her small arms around his waist. She seemed confused, he couldn’t blame her.

“I need you to pretend to be my date,” he whispered into her ear, as subtly as he could manage.

“What?” she asked, pulling away.

Before she could get too far, he pulled her back in gently. “Please go along with this.” He was practically begging at this point.

Nesta nodded slightly, probably due to the pure desperation in his voice. They separated and Cassian put his arm around Nesta’s waist. “I’m so sorry Daisy, but this is my lovely date, Nesta. We’ve been seeing each other recently and it seems she came to find me after I didn’t show up.”

Daisy looked Nesta up and down, looking almost unimpressed. Cassian did not like that one bit. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize - ”

“It’s fine, but we should be going,” he said, cutting off her insincere apology. Cassian led Nesta out of the cafe with his hand on the small of her back. Once out the door, he grasped her hand gently. He told himself it was because Daisy could still see them, but deep down he knew that wasn’t the real reason.

After walking to the end of the street Nesta pulled her hand from his. “We can stop pretending now, she can’t see us anymore.”

He nodded as he let his hand awkwardly fall to his side. “Thank you, Nesta,” he said, trying not to get lost in her piercing blue-grey eyes. “I owe you one.”

“Whatever,” she snapped breaking eye contact and walking off.

“Wait, hold up,” Cassian ran a few steps to catch up to her. He grabbed her arm gently to keep her from running off again. “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course I’m mad you idiot,” she pulled away from his grip again. Cassian hated to admit her rejection hurt worse than he thought it would. “I wanted to read my book in Starbucks in peace, and now I can’t.”

Cassian put his hands in his pockets, avoiding her hardened gaze. “I’m sorry Nes I’ll take you to another coffee shop and buy you a drink,” he said the words sheepishly. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Don’t call me Nes,” she grumbled. “And I think I’ll pass.”

“Ok, what’s wrong? Cassian asked, crossing his arms across his chest. “Be honest.” Nesta was never this cold to him. Maybe she was when they first met, but he thought they were past that. She had finally started to trust him enough to show him the real Nesta. The Nesta that smiled every time she saw a dog. The Nesta that saved a seat for him every Wednesday when they had chem lectures together. The Nesta that blushed when he told her how beautiful she was while making her “thinking” face.

“Nothing,” she said, avoiding eye contact yet again.

“I know you’re lying Nes and I’m not leaving till you tell me what’s wrong.”

“What do you want me to say Cassian?!” she asked, the frustration clear in her voice. “Fine. You really wanna know why I’m so upset? You used me. You played with my feelings. Are you happy? You finally hurt the ice queen,”

“Nesta I-”

“No. I’m not done,” she said holding her finger up, instantly shutting him up. “I thought we were friends, maybe even more than friends,” she mumbled the last part. “But I guess I was wrong. I thought you were different. I thought you meant the things you said to me. But I guess you really are just another frat boy. A frat boy who would use me to get out of some stupid failed date with a popular sorority girl.”

Cassian was silent as Nesta caught her breath after her sudden outburst. “Can I talk now?” he asked hesitantly. She nodded, her jaw tight.

“Nesta I ran into Daisy and had been trying to get away from her so I could study for my midterm tomorrow. You came at just the right time. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I haven’t been playing you,” he paused, reading her reaction. She didn’t seem convinced.

Before he could regret it, Cassian laid it all out on the table. “The truth is, I am utterly captivated by you, Nesta Archeron. I haven’t thought about another girl since I met you. You are the smartest, fiercest, and strongest girl I have ever met and I can’t get you out of my head. I never thought you’d like me back so I settled for just being friends. I thought it was better than nothing. I asked you to pretend to be my date so I could hold your hand and hug you just once, even if it was pretending,” his voice tapered off at the end. He was suddenly self-conscious. What if he just ruined everything? Before he could think about it too long, Nesta interrupted his thoughts.

“You really are an idiot,” she whispered softly, “because I’ve liked you this whole time too.

This had Cassian gaping. Nesta liked him. She actually liked him. “Can I buy you a coffee?” he asked, offering his hand. “Let me take you on a real date Nes.”

Nesta took his hand offering a small smile. “Let’s take the coffee to go so I can help you study. We can go on a real date after your midterm.”

Cassian was practically beaming as he squeezed her hand gently. “Sounds like a plan.”

After Cassian aced his midterm, he and Nesta did just that. And it was the best date either of them had ever been on.

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parcai · 3 years

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see but like the difference between nesta's sharp words towards cassian and overall harsh attitude and idk that not like other girls, "ily but omgggg it'd be so embarrassing if i showed it" bs, is that nesta is actually angry lol

bone-deep anger is a fundamental piece of her arc and characterization. her anger is entirely based on being shoved into a world she didn't wish to be a part of, on grieving her father, on scorning everyone for their kind and fighting everything taught to her in the human world.

nesta's story is more deep than just romance so stop reducing her to it 🤧

#nesta archeron #acotar #acosf #literal queen #k #nessian #cassian

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rhysand-is-daddy · 4 years

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as we all know, the year is coming to an end. ive had my many ups, but also my many down. this year, by far, was one of the best yet toughest year ive ever had. ive suffered a lot but the rise from those events have made every moment with the people i love worth it. so here are the people that made my year hella worth it.

to audrey, aka softie i know we met late this year but i cant tell you how wonderful you are. youre so funny and cute uwu and our ship together rocks ^-^ ilysm bro and i hope you have a good new years.

to rida, i met you in april i think and i honestly couldnt believe that weve stayed friends for a while even if were in two diff rps. youre so cute and adorable even if you talk about ducks in the way you should never talk about ducks. unlessyourecursingthem- ahEM anYwAys ily dude and stop talking about ducks. youknowtheyfreakmeout.

to zoe, we also met in april maybeitwasmayidk but i can never thank you enough for all the things youve done for me. whenever i needed to rant, you were there, whenever i was live, you were there, whenever i wanted to nerd out about some musical or whatever, you were there. youre so worth knowing and ilysm.

and now on to the laughaholics aka crackaholics aka queenaholics aka swagaholics. you all are stoopid. but youre my gang so that makes me stoopid too :) yall are the weirdest people ive met but thats what makes our convos the best and funniest things ill ever see.

to kay, aka squid aka patrick aka frito lay, i actually havent called you that last one in a while- uM anyways this is our sEcoNd new years together. i still remember last new years. that was great. i just wanna let you know that youre one of the best person ive ever known. you have the confidence of a god and the best advice. i know that if i ever need some words of confidence, or a slap in the face, ill come to you always. youre my best friend and i love you so fricken much bb.

to bri, aka mom, i actually remember the first time i spoke to you- werenotgonnagointothatbecausefrickno uH yeah :) youre one of the most swagalicious person ive ever. you have so much swag its impossible to ever compare. youre so cute ( even tho you say you arent whEN BITCH YOURE SO ADORABLE FUCKING FIGHT ME ) and you have a cute dog even though hes on crack most of the time. i love you mommaaaa.

to gaby, aka lemon aka dad aka daddy aka pops aka big papa i. just. want. to. say. that. you. are. the. most. cutest. person. to. ever. exist. and. i. love. you. so. much. mwah. no but fr i cant imagine my world without you. youve impacted me so much throughout this year. youve had your ups ( which are so cute uwu ), and unfortunately youve had your downs. im always here to talk with you if you need it. i know you dont feel like youre strong, but dude, you are the strongest person ive met. ive seen you overcome some hard obstacles. keep doing that. i love our many inside jokes and our ships are AWESOME. i love them a lot. you know how to make a certain man s t u t t e r with the cotton candy iF yA knOw whAt i mEaN ;) anyway i love you so much pops.

to alex, aka melon aka love bug :) try as you might, you lOVE me. you might not say it but deep down in your "cold, black" heart you love us. i fricken k n o w you do. so ha. hahahaha. and if t h a t doesnt convince you, wELL LOOKY HERE LOVE BUG i love you :) i mean i l o v e y o u not some quick response or something to say, but youre my best friend along with the other laughaholics. i couldnt stop loving you if i tried. you are so honest and well spoken about things that i could never do. you know how to change a convo from normal to- well.. uM s t u f f. and your characters are beans excuse me. i love you frome texas to japan and back. youre the best uwu.

to jill, aka nesta aka twin i met you in the lovely month of march. ill always remember that day. it was the best part of my year. it was the day that i found out i wasnt alone. that i could text you if i needed a laugh, or a person i could rant to about stupid stuff, but most importantly, a person who wouldnt judge me for my own tears. when i met you i was hella broken, i was hurting a lot. but when i talked to you, everything seemed to just halt. id come out of that shell i though i oh so needed. those walls came down, and i knew i could trust you. if theres anyone in the world i could ever need, itd be you, nesta. even with our fifty million ships and our crazy paragraphs to each other, were still having fun and laugh a lot. i know that youll be my partner in crime, my twin, my person, my best friend for a long time. youre so worth knowing and the assumptions about you are so wrong and people are bums for defining you wrongfully when youre truly a person thats so sweet and compassionate. i love you to the moon and back twinnie.

all of yall have made my year, and im glad im spending it with the greatest people ever. you guys are so great in each and every way. you guys are the best people of 2019 and i hope that in 2020 all of yall will be there too. i love yall so freaking much. even though most of yall are taller than me •-• thank you again for the best year. i love yall.

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Both in 1 fic, Nessian! 😘 -The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here -The Classic™: The hotel only has a king sized bed, I guess we’re sharing

OMG! I love that you saw that tag

Also, you maybe wanted smut but it turns out all I have in me today is angst and a dash of fluff.

By the time they made it to the inn, Nesta’s feet were dragging, her lower back aching. She couldn't believe she had just sat there and allowed Amren to convince Rhysand that she was the one who needed to track down these missing relics. That she had to continue “practicing her skills”. As if she cared for one minute about faerie relics and whether or not they were ever found.

She had a sneaking suspicion that these “relics” were a figment of the High Lord’s imagination. A suspicion that had grown when Cassian was suddenly “the only one available” to accompany her, for her “protection”. And especially when Feyre and Rhys gave each other that look. That look they gave each other when they were having a silent conversation about her, about them. Still, doing something was better than sitting around while everyone continued to tip toe around her.

It was just unfortunate that getting out of Velaris meant being alone with Cassian. Alone. Where Cassian finally stopped pretending everything was normal between them. Where he didn’t feel the need to put on a show for the others, to maintain the facade of sarcastic general.

When they were alone, he was silent. He had yet to breach the gulf that had grown between them since that day on the edge of the forest. That day Hybern had nearly torn him to shreds. The day she had placed her body over his.

If he wasn’t going to say anything about it, neither was she. If that made her a coward, well… That was nothing new. But Cassian had gotten more and more irritable as the day had dragged on. Snapping at her and stomping through the woods as she continued to try to “feel” where these relics might be. She was about ready to shove him from the nearest cliff when they finally saw the lights of the inn reflecting off the snow.

Nesta was dragging her hand over the back of her neck, trying to dislodge the wet hair that was plastered there, when it finally registered what Cassian and the innkeeper were talking about.

“You’re telling me that there are no rooms with two beds left in this entire inn?”

“I’m s-sorry sir, we’re almost completely-”

“Fine. Give me the key.”

The small man handed over the keys and barely stuttered out the explanation of how to get to our room and the washrooms before Cassian was stalking off. Our room. Nesta paused for a moment at the front desk before grudgingly following Cassian. When she caught up he was heading up the stairs, wings tucked in tight, shoulders tense. He gave her half a glance over his shoulder.

“I’m used to sleeping on the ground, it’s fine.”

“Fine.” Nesta certainly didn’t care where he slept tonight. Not with the way he had acted towards her today. Still, she found herself watching him. She could tell by his face that he was tired, and when he thought she wasn’t looking he would rub his thigh. The thigh that hybern had smashed. The thigh that she knew he still favored.

They didn’t speak another word to each other as they separated to wash up and change into dry clothes. When she came back into the room, he had already taken one of the pillows and placed in on the floor, positioning himself between the bed and the door. When she yanked back the covers and slid underneath them, he leaned up to the dresser to dim their lone lantern- the only source of light in the room. Apparently, all of the rooms with fireplaces were taken as well.

They lay there in silence as the minutes dragged on and on. She knew he wasn’t asleep. He kept repositioning and releasing harsh sighs. The tension in the room was almost enough to distract her from how very ineffective her thin blanket was to keep her warm. And she was just pissed off enough and it was just dark enough in the room for her to decided she’d had enough.

“If you have something to say to me I wish you would just say it instead of huffing and puffing down there.”

“Go to sleep, Nesta.”

“I’m not falling asleep in this frozen cave any time soon and neither are you. So either say what’s on your mind or spare me your silent judgement.”

“I’m not judging you.”

Another moment of silence, then, “I tried to finally fulfill the promise I made you and you wouldn’t let me keep it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You keep-” he paused, and she knew he was shaking his head. “I try to protect you and you just keep putting yourself in harm’s way.”

“That happened once.”

“And it was precisely the moment I told you to run!”, he snapped.

“You don’t get to order me to do anything, Cassian. And I’m not going to apologize for my decision that day.”

“You were going to sacrifice yourself for no reason.”

“I can sacrifice myself whenever and for whoever I wish. That is my choice, not yours.”

His voice was muffled and she could tell he was dragging his hands over his face. “Why do people keep saying this type of shit to me. I’m a commander for gods’ sake I don’t need people sacrificing themselves for me.” His voice had became thicker as he spoke and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Would you get your ass up here already so I can see you?”

He sighed again and she rolled her eyes. “Besides, I’m freezing up here and all those pounds have to be good for something.”

He huffed a laugh and there was a long moment where she was sure he wasn’t going to move. Then the wood floor groaned and she propped herself up on an elbow to see him staring at her.

She left her warmed sliver of mattress to roll over to the side of the bed and felt it dip behind her as he sat down.

“I thought you wanted to see me.”

“Just shut up and lay down.”

He moved slowly, as if trying not to disturb the bed too much, and when he stopped moving she looked over her shoulder to find that he had left a large berth between them, he wings hanging off the side of the bed. He was rubbing his eyes with his forefinger and thumb before she grabbed his hand and pulled. His eyes widened as she continued to position them until he was pressed up against her. Her arm slung over his to hold it against her, their fingers entwined.

Finally, finally, he responded. He moved his other arm to worm it under her neck, bending his knees to press into hers.

“If you’re allowed to put yourself in harm’s way then so am I. If you’re allowed to tell me to run then I’m allowed to ignore you.” His only response was to pull her closer and burrow his head into her hair.

They lay there in silence together. This time the silence was easier, comforting; their breath syncing while she felt the thump of his heartbeat against her back. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed and he moved his hand so he could drag it down the length of her arm, back and forth. She finally felt sleep pulling at her, and she was just about to succumb to it’s lull when Cassian lifted his head slightly to place his lips at the shell of her ear.

“We have more things to talk about, you and I.”

“I know. Tomorrow.”

He kissed her hair and behind her closed lids she felt the world get darker. She opened her eyes to see he had draped his wing over them both, shielding them from the cold. It took her a moment to realize that the sensation that came over her was not just from the warmth, but from an overwhelming sense of comfort and safety she felt with him surrounding her.

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