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poisonedyouth0028 days ago
'Rhys- what if Father tries to clip my wings?'
"I would never let that happen, little sister. Never."
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I tried to do something here - 馃拃馃拃
It's my first time on procreate, so I'm terrible
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illyrianeta month ago
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Since A Court of Silver Flames has been released for five months now. Ilyrianet has come together and decided to dedicated an entire month to our favorite Valkyrie queen and her Illyrian general. We need your help to do so.
Below is a link for you to submit prompts. You minimum requirement is one prompt and the max is five. If you have more feel free to submit another prompt. You can submit any trope/genre you'd like. If it has a Trigger Warning or is NSFW please state that when submitting
Prompt submission is here.
The form will close next Wednesday June 16. Will have the chosen prompts out no later then June 18.
Unfortunately, we cannot promise every prompt will be used. You never know when another Nessian event will come about.
鈻笌What is it?
Nessian month is a month where we will celebrate Nesta and Cassian daily. You may submit headcanons, fics, art, edits. 31 prompts will be listed for you to choose from. There will be no set schedule on the prompts.
鈻笌What do you mean by set schedule?
We mean you will be welcome to pick and choose whatever prompts you want for whatever days you'd like. There won't be July 1st- necklace.
Key details:
鈻笌When posting please @ us and use the hashtag Nessianmonth [this is what we will follow.]
鈻笌Prompt submissions: June 8-June 16th 2021
鈻笌Nessian month: July 1st -31st 2021
If you have any questions please reach out to any of the cadre, @vanserrasvalkyrie @oversizedbats @booksandlewks @starbornvalkyrie We can't wait!
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tacmca month ago
Bat boys out in Velaris just being bat bro鈥檚? I need some of that chaotic energy 馃槀
"Cassian, you're a terrible drunk."
鈥淚 am- I am not,鈥 Cassian said, only able to keep himself upright by having his arm slung around Rhysand鈥檚 shoulders.聽鈥淚 am....a delightful聽drunk.鈥澛
Azriel snorted.聽鈥淟ast time you got drunk, Cass, you flew over the city yelling how much you love Nesta, then went into way too much detail about what happens between you two behind closed doors. And you were nearly nude.鈥
鈥淚t was a great聽look for our court,鈥 Rhysand snorted, sarcastically.
鈥淎t least I鈥檓 easy going,鈥 Cassian slurred.聽鈥淵ou two...鈥 He scoffed.聽鈥淵ou two have sticks shoved so far up your asses-.鈥
Rhysand began to laugh as Azriel shook his head and said,聽鈥淲e鈥檙e cutting you off.鈥澛
鈥淐utting me off?鈥 Cassian repeated, arm still slung around Rhysand鈥檚 shoulder.聽鈥淚 the General Commander of the Ni-Night Court鈥檚...Armies...鈥 He hiccuped and sighed.聽鈥淎nd I want wine. Let鈥檚 go to Rita鈥檚.鈥
Azriel shook his head.聽鈥淐ass, we just left Rita鈥檚.鈥澛
鈥淭hen let鈥檚 go to the Rainbow,鈥 Cassian said, pushing off of Rhysand and spreading his arms wide.聽鈥淟et鈥檚 go to the fucking Rainbow! They always have a party going on.鈥
A couple walked by, chuckling, and said hello to Rhysand as they passed. The High Lord bowed his head in greeting before looking at Cassian.聽鈥淎nd what will we do at the Rainbow?鈥澛
鈥淲e can go to the theater,鈥 Cassian said, spreading his wings and carrying himself just a few feet off the ground.聽鈥淭hey have alcohol at the theater.鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 the only reason you want to go to the theater?鈥 Azriel chimed.聽鈥淵ou know, people perform there, too.鈥
鈥淎nd they would be honored to have their High Lord there to watch,鈥 Cassian said, his feet hitting the ground, both hands outstretched to Rhysand.聽鈥淲e should grace them with your presence.鈥澛
Rhysand laughed, his smile bright.聽鈥淭here aren鈥檛 any shows tonight, Cass. I should bring you home to your Mate.鈥
Cassian snorted.聽鈥淣esta made it very clear that it was a ladies鈥 night. Emerie and Gwyn are there, and they鈥檙e reading naughty books and talking to the house.鈥 Cassian shrugged.聽鈥淚 was told to get the hell out, so here I am with you pricks.鈥澛
鈥淒runk off your ass,鈥 Azriel muttered, with a grin.聽鈥淪omething tells me you鈥檒l be sleeping on Rhys and Feyre鈥檚 couch tonight.鈥
鈥淣o, no,鈥 Rhysand jumped in.聽鈥淟ast time he slept over drunk, he woke Nyx up because he was singing at the top of his lungs around four a.m. After that, Feyre banned intoxicated sleepovers.鈥澛
Azriel鈥檚 grin widened.
鈥淚 sleep at Azriel鈥檚 then,鈥 Cassian said, bringing Azriel into a hug. The latter groaned.聽鈥淗e loves when we cuddle.鈥
鈥淲e have never cuddled,鈥 Azriel protested, then hesitated.聽鈥淲ell, there was that one time, but it was cold and we had no blankets.鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛-Don鈥檛 deny our love affair, Az,鈥 Cassian slurred.聽鈥淩hys would never judge.鈥
Rhysand tossed his head back and laughed.聽
鈥淔ine,鈥 Azriel said, huffing a laugh, himself.聽鈥淚鈥檒l take your drunk ass home. Let鈥檚 go-.鈥
鈥淧arty at the Rainbow!鈥 Cassian yelled, pushing Azriel鈥檚 arm off his shoulder as he rain into the square, where music was blaring and people were dancing.
Rhysand and Azriel watched him go, standing side by side, shaking their heads.
鈥淗e really is a terrible drunk,鈥 Azriel muttered.
Rhysand laughed.聽鈥淭hat鈥檚 true. But, he鈥檚 our terrible drunk.鈥
Azriel sighed.聽鈥淭hat means that have to go dance with him, don鈥檛 we?鈥
Rhysand put his arm around Azriel鈥檚 shoulder as they walked toward the square.聽鈥淵es. Yes it does.鈥澛
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tealnymph24a month ago
how long do you think azriel's mating frenzy would last?馃憖馃憖 yk considering how he can apparently go days training without getting tired
Anon, I love you! You're asking the real questions.
Azriel Mating Frenzy Headcanons:
Azriel's frenzy would last a minimum of three weeks.
Minimum three weeks
When it first hits him, right after Gwyn accepts the bond, it would be cute because he would be hesitant to just pounce on Gwyn
Gwyn would have to coax him at first to let go
She would want him just as bad as he wants her
It would start slow and gentle
Soft kisses and slow caressing
But pretty soon they'd be ripping off each others clothes
They would not make it to the bed at first
They would end up fucking in the middle of the hall, on the floor
Then they would try to make their way to a bedroom, but they would only make it as far as the wall
When they finally manage to pause long enough to get to a bed, Azriel spends the next few hours exploring literally every single inch of Gwyn's body
Like, he fucking worships her. Thoroughly
They spend at least three days locked in a house together making love on every available service
When Gwyn finally decides they need to rejoin society, Azriel is reluctant but agrees
But the frenzy is still getting to him. Bad
He can't keep his hands off her
He doesn't realize how bad it is until they go back to Velaris and see Cassian and Rhys
Azriel almost rips Cassian's head off for waving at Gwyn
Nesta and Emerie think it's hilarious because Gwyn can't walk more than five feet without Azriel whining
He literally cannot stay away from her
They will be in the middle of training and then he has to whisk her down a hallway to fuck her against a wall
Gwyn is extremely patient through all of it because she also has a hard time keeping her hands off of Azriel
The first week, they try to attend family dinner, but all the mated couples there know it won't be long before they excuse themselves
It will start with heated glances
Then Azriel's hands will start drifting, touching her everywhere
His hands will sneak under her dress beneath the table
He nearly takes her in the middle of the room when he realizes she's temporarily given up on wearing underwear
Again, they make it as far as a deserted hallway before they end up fucking against the wall
Azriel would constantly apologize for how irrational he is being, but Gwyn would keep reassuring him that she understands
They would barely sleep for all three weeks
Everyone would just accept that they won't see Azriel and Gwyn until at least 10am each day
Every morning, they would try to just get up and go about their day, but they would end up naked again in about five minutes
They would have to bathe together in the mornings because Azriel wouldn't be able to handle seeing Gwyn naked without needing to touch her on sight
Azriel wouldn't be able to go on spy missions for the first few weeks because he wouldn't be able to stand being away from Gwyn
The IC just accepts that Gwyn and Az won't be at family dinner for a while after that first time
It gets to the point that Gwyn gives up on trying to wear anything to bed at night because she knows what will happen
Even though he can't stop wanting to fuck her every second of every day, Azriel is super soft during this time
Azriel is the king of aftercare
He always gives Gwyn massages, runs hot baths for her, cuddles her when they're both too tired to do anything else, etc
He's just so thrilled to have Gwyn as his mate and he wants to make sure she is as happy as he is
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snelbza month ago
Life As We Know It {Chapter Seven}
Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta鈥檚 sister and Cassian鈥檚 best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.
Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.
Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara鈥檚 blogs! >> @tacmc.
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Nesta was out with Elain, Mor, Emerie, Amren, and Gwen for the night.
She had no idea when she鈥檇 be home.
This meant one thing and one thing only.
It was Cassian鈥檚 first night alone with Nyx.
It was no different than being home alone with Nyx during the day, which Cassian had been a handful of times thus far. However, Nyx didn鈥檛 seem to need as much during the day.
Eat, sleep, play, repeat.
At night, he needed a dinner, a bath, his bottle, to be rocked, to be put down for the night鈥hich was something he never liked doing. A daytime nap? He didn鈥檛 mind. Sleeping for nine hours? Apparently that thought just pissed him off.
Nesta was a pro at getting him to sleep for the night. Cassian had offered once to do it and failed miserably.
鈥淣ot tonight, little man,鈥 Cassian said to Nyx as they sat at the dinner table together. 鈥淭onight, you鈥檙e going to bed the first time for Uncle Cassian.鈥
Nyx looked at Cassian and giggled.
Cassian scoffed. 鈥淒on鈥檛 mock me.鈥
Dinner with Cassian meant Nyx got the good shit. No pur茅ed green beans or mashed carrots tonight. After he鈥檇 polished off a small jar of the cinnamon apples, Nyx had eaten nearly half a tube of pur茅ed sweet potato, and Cassian was eating his own food. He took a bite of supreme pizza and pointed at him, before holding up a single finger. 鈥淎fter this, we鈥檙e gonna take a bath, and you aren鈥檛 going to throw water everywhere or poop in the tub, got it?鈥
Nyx just banged his little hand on the tray of his high chair, causing more sweet potato to fly onto himself, grinning up at Cassian.
鈥淭hen one last bottle before bed, while I read you a story,鈥 he said, holding up a second finger. 鈥淚鈥檓 sure there will be a diaper change in there somewhere, so please go easy on me, yeah?鈥
Nyx played in the mess of mixed food in front of him.
鈥淎nd then you go to bed, so I can watch a movie and pass out myself, and boom. Nesta can鈥檛 say anything about my parenting anymore cause I managed to keep you alive for a whole night.鈥
Nyx blew a raspberry at him before he started babbling.
Cassian took that as agreement.
鈥淧erfect,鈥 Cassian said, ruffling Nyx鈥檚 dark hair as he shoved the rest of the pizza into his mouth with his other hand.
He got up to clear his plate, and by the time he went back to Nyx鈥檚 high chair, he had managed to make orange streaks in his black hair.
Courtesy of the sweet potatoes.
With a sigh, Cassian took the tray off the high chair and unbuckled Nyx, picking him up and carrying him toward the bath.
鈥淵ou first, tray second,鈥 Cassian said.
Nyx started patting his little potato covered hands on Cassian鈥檚 cheeks, giggling at the sound it made.
Cassian cringed at the way it felt. 鈥淭hanks for that.鈥
He filled the bathtub up, ensuring it wasn鈥檛 too hot, like Nesta had shown him, and got Nyx out of his messy clothes and into the tub. After he鈥檇 wiped his own face clean of sweet potato, he went to work on Nyx, who had somehow managed to get it on the back of his knees.
Twenty minutes and a full change of wet, soggy clothes later for Cassian, he was sitting in Nyx鈥檚 nursery, in the rocking chair in the corner, a book open in his lap.
鈥淭his would be a book your parents bought you,鈥 he muttered, opening the front cover. After clearing his throat, he began, 鈥淭he night sky of Velaris greeted all the townspeople, letting them know it was time to go to bed.鈥 Nyx patted the page and babbled something incoherent. Cassian nodded. 鈥淵eah, it鈥檚 a nice picture, isn鈥檛 it?鈥 He went on reading the story, written by a local author, no doubt, and Cassian found himself snorting at some of the sentences, but Nyx was fully engaged.
By the time he had finished the book, Nyx was leaning back against him, fully relaxed in his pajamas.
Even Cassian let out a yawn.
鈥淵ou know, the Velaris starlight was important to your parents,鈥 Cassian said, rocking Nyx back and forth. 鈥淭hey fell in love on Starfall. At least, that鈥檚 what Rhys always said. He was in love with your mama long before that, but she started falling for him on Starfall.鈥 Nyx鈥檚 dark lashes began to fall, his eyelids drooping. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 why they named you Nyx. In Greek, Nyx means night.鈥
Nyx鈥檚 hand gripped Cassian鈥檚 thumb. He looked down at the sight and chuckled, quietly.
The baby looked up at him then, with those big, blue eyes, eyes that were so blue, they looked violet in the dark. That dark hair that was starting to need a trim, falling into his eyes. Cassian blinked quickly, trying to keep the sudden tears from spilling over. 鈥淵ou look so much like your dad,鈥 he whispered.
Nyx just continued to watch him, pacifier in his mouth, those eyes getting sleepier with every rock of the chair.
Swallowing harshly, Cass set the book down and resituated Nyx so he was laying against his chest. He gently rubbed his back, the way he saw Nesta do when he would get fussy.
鈥淚 miss your dad,鈥 he said, softly. 鈥淚 know you do, too, you鈥檝e known him your whole life, but鈥. But so have I. And after twenty-eight years he鈥檚 just鈥one.鈥
That dark head snuggled in closer against him, one of his little hands clutching Cassian鈥檚 t-shirt.
Cassian said nothing else. If he had, he wouldn鈥檛 have gotten them out clearly.
He rocked. He rocked and he rocked and he rocked until Nyx was snoring, softly. As carefully as he could, Cassian rose and laid Nyx down in his crib.
After waiting a moment to make sure he didn鈥檛 wake up, Cassian tiptoed out of the room and across the hall to his own bedroom.
He had just laid down and unlocked his phone when he heard crying.
Tossing his phone back on his pillow, Cassian was instantly up, hurrying back across the hall. Nyx鈥檚 feet were kicking, his arms waving wildly, perfectly unhappy.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 going on?鈥 Cassian asked, picking the baby up out of the crib and cradling him against his chest. 鈥淗uh? You were sleeping so nicely.鈥
He continued to cry, and no amount of bouncing or patting his back was seeming to work.
鈥淐ome on, dude,鈥 he muttered, sitting back down in the rocker. He resumed the slow back and forth motion, praying it would soothe Nyx back into peaceful sleep. 鈥淲e did the bath. We did the bottle. We did the book. This is when you go to sleep.鈥
He kept crying and Cassian just shushed him quietly, his hand resuming the gentle rubbing he had done before. It helped, but Nyx still sniffled. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know what to do,鈥 he admitted. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know how to do any of this. I鈥檓 still scared I鈥檓 gonna do something to fuck up and I wouldn鈥檛 just be doing it to you, it鈥檇 be to Rhys, too.鈥
Nyx鈥檚 wailing returned, and Cassian tried to close his eyes and take deep breaths. It wasn鈥檛 working. With everything he tried, Nyx only cried more and more and more.
鈥淐ome on, buddy,鈥 he begged. 鈥淚t鈥檚 time for bed, alright? It鈥檚 time to calm down.鈥 Nyx let out a cry so loud that Cassian nearly jumped, which only scared Nyx, making him cry louder.
Cassian tried changing his diaper, tried getting him to take his pacifier, but nothing helped. He continued to rock, continued to pat, continued to walk Nyx around his room, but nothing worked.
Defeated, Cassian laid Nyx back down in his crib. 鈥淐ome on, bud. Come on.鈥
Nyx kept crying, and Cassian rubbed his temples, trying not to join his nephew in his agony.
鈥淪hhhhhh,鈥 Cassian began, leaning over the crib, patting Nyx鈥檚 stomach. 鈥淚t鈥檚 time for bed, Nyx. It鈥檚 time for bed. If your parents were here right now, I鈥檓 sure you鈥檇 already be asleep. Shit, if Nesta were here, you鈥檇 already be asleep.鈥 He shook his head. 鈥淚t鈥檚 me, isn鈥檛 it?鈥
The baby replied by continuing to cry.
He swore quietly, and hurried across the hall grabbing his phone, dialing a number he鈥檇 unknowingly memorized. She answered on the second ring.
鈥淚s everything okay?鈥
He couldn鈥檛 hear music and laughter in the background of the call, but heard how panicked her voice was. She must have stepped away from her friends. It only made him feel that much worse.
鈥淚 can鈥檛 get him to stop crying and go to sleep,鈥 he admitted. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know what else to try.鈥
鈥淵ou gave him his bottle?鈥 She asked, and he nodded. Then audibly answered her. After that, she ticked off the checklist of things she usually went through. Every single one he鈥檇 already tried.
鈥淚t鈥檚 like it鈥檚 just me,鈥 he said, trying to calm him down while he held the phone to his ear. He scooped him up into his arms and sat down in the rocking chair. 鈥淗e hates me and won鈥檛 go to sleep.鈥
She was quiet for a minute. 鈥淵ou know that鈥檚 not true, Cassian. He loves you.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know what I鈥檓 doing,鈥 he said, quietly, low enough that he wasn鈥檛 sure if the receiver could pick it up over Nyx鈥檚 wailing.
But it didn鈥檛 matter, because he heard footsteps hurrying up the stairs.
When Nesta rounded the corner, she wasn鈥檛 expecting to find Cassian looking defeated in the rocking chair. She pretended not to see the tears on his handsome face as she dropped her purse by the door of the nursery and took Nyx. She began to soothe him and tried to give him back his pacifier, but he wouldn鈥檛 take it.
鈥淗e鈥檚 cutting a new tooth,鈥 Nesta said, carefully looking into his mouth, wide open thanks to a drawn out sob. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 all. He鈥檚 just uncomfortable, isn鈥檛 he?鈥
By the end of the sentence she was looking at Nyx, an over-exaggerated frown on her face.
She handed him back to Cassian and was downstairs and back with cooling, teething toy she鈥檇 pulled out of the freezer. He began to chew and gnaw on it the moment she handed it to him.
The crying quieted.
鈥淭here,鈥 she said, smoothing his dark hair back from his forehead. 鈥淏etter, yeah?鈥
Taking him from Cassian who hadn鈥檛 said a word since she walked in, she put him back into his crib and gently rubbed his belly. Within minutes, he was asleep again.
He murmured, 鈥淭hanks. You鈥idn鈥檛 have to end your night early for me.鈥 He gestured toward the front door. 鈥淵ou can head back out. I can鈥 I can handle it now.鈥
She shook her head. 鈥淚 was on the way home. Turns out I wasn鈥檛 really in the going out mood.鈥
Cassian nodded, and said no more. He simply watched Nyx, his chest rising and falling. Nesta gave him a curt nod and walked out, back into the hall.
Cassian followed, shutting the nursery door quietly behind him.
鈥淵ou did that so effortlessly.鈥
Nesta stopped and turned to face him near her bedroom, a brow raised. 鈥淓ffortlessly?鈥
鈥淚鈥檝e been struggling for hours and you came in, and less than five minutes鈥 He was out.鈥 Cassian shook his head. 鈥淚鈥檝e known him since the day he was born and I had no idea what he wanted.鈥
鈥淗e鈥檚 a baby, Cassian. He doesn鈥檛 even know what he wanted.鈥
鈥淵ou knew,鈥 he said, exasperated, exhausted.
She blinked, not expecting the tone of his voice to have sounded so鈥mpty.
鈥淗ey, it鈥檚 okay,鈥 Nesta said, looking at him, willing him to meet her eyes. He didn鈥檛 look up.
鈥淚t鈥檚 not okay,鈥 he said, and suddenly his words were sharp. 鈥淩hys trusted me to take care of him but I don鈥檛 know what the fuck I鈥檓 doing.鈥
She shook her head. 鈥淭hey trusted us, but they knew it wouldn鈥檛 be easy. We knew it wouldn鈥檛 be easy. We just have to take it day by day and-.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not okay!鈥 His words weren鈥檛 loud but they were panicked. 鈥淚 have to provide for him and I can鈥檛 fucking do it if I don鈥檛 know what he needs.鈥
鈥淲hy would they choose me?鈥 He asked, his voice quiet. Tears filled his eyes. He hated himself for it. 鈥淚 never even wanted kids! I have no idea what to do with a kid, Nesta. I don鈥檛 know what parents are supposed to do, what dads are supposed to do, I didn鈥檛 even fucking have one.鈥
Nesta remained quiet, afraid to speak, afraid to move. She had never seen Cassian like this.
She didn鈥檛 think anyone had ever seen Cassian like this.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know what to do, I don鈥檛 know how to do this,鈥 he repeated. 鈥淚 can鈥檛鈥 I can鈥檛 do this.鈥
She knew her words would mean nothing, reassuring him that he wasn鈥檛 alone in this, that they would figure it out together. It wouldn鈥檛 help him, wouldn鈥檛 ease his mind or his heart. That heart that was still broken from the loss of his best friend, his brother. So she did something she never thought she鈥檇 do.
She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around him.
Cassian didn鈥檛 move for a moment, he just let her slim arms wrap around his waist, not realizing that he was on the brink of losing it. He was fairly sure that right now, she was the only thing holding him together, both mentally and physically. But after a long minute, his own arms wrapped around her shoulder and he buried his face into the top of her hair. He didn鈥檛 care that his tears were soaking her hair, didn鈥檛 care that this was the woman he鈥檇 spent the past five years hating and avoiding like she was the damn plague.
He didn鈥檛 care that he was falling to pieces.
Standing in that hallway, with Nyx sleeping behind the closed bedroom door, Cassian wept, and he didn鈥檛 care who saw it.
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musicallibrarian9310 days ago
I love the thought of Emerie and Nesta being confused about how Gwynriel's relationship works
Emerie: But like... is he romantic?
Nesta: Yeah I can't really imagine him cuddling and being sappy with you.
Emerie: Or spouting epic love poems.
Nesta: What is he like?
Gwyn: (blushes) He's...
---(Has flashback to the night before)---
Azriel: (enters their room in a good mood) my love, you'll Never guess what! Nuala Cerridwen made these pastries that we used to have all the time as children! You have to try one! (tries to shove croissant in her face)
Gwyn: Someones in a good mood :)
Azriel: And I finally mastered how to play that piece we heard at the theatre last week.
Gwyn: (continues to smile at him)
Azriel: Then, I got to come home to the most beautiful female, that my shadows told me, had visited a little shop in Velaris today (smirks)
Gwyn: They won't let me surprise you!
Azriel: Gwyn, my love, you could wear potato sack and I would fall to my knees before you.
Gwyn: He's Azriel. (Smiles at him from across the ring)
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honeymandos23 days ago
Could you do azriels mating ceremony
Pairing: Azriel x GN!Reader
Warnings: fluff, insinuated spice, canon typical violence/gore
It was a quiet affair, much like Azriel himself; he'd expressed to you that he didn't want anybody else involved, and you had agreed. Your bond was between the two of you and nobody else.
He held your hands in his, shadows twisting around your fingers and his, seeming to dance at the union. He never told you much about his shadows, about how they were or what they did, but they had always seemed to like you. Even in the early days, back when you hardly knew Azriel, his shadows would circle around your wrist when you were nearby. It confused you until centuries later, when the mating bond finally clicked between the two of you.
You'd never thought it would be him. Neither of you did, not really. For hundreds of years you had been friends, and although you found yourself silently pining for the shadowsinger, you never acted upon your feelings. Not with how he looked at Mor.
You remember the day distinctly. Fuck, you'd thought he was dead. Rhysand had rushed into the room in a panicked frenzy, just having heard from Azriel that one of his missions as the spymaster had gone awry. That he'd been caught.
He was in horrible shape when he managed to winnow back to Velaris, stumbling into your arms in his half-consious stupor. The only thing you could focus on was the blood, the gaping wound in his shoulder and the liquid that coated him nearly entirely. But when you finally met his eyes, your vision obscured with bleary tears, you felt your soul shift a little, as if your entire being just knew, in that moment, that he was yours.
You didn't say a word to him, to anybody else, as he was dragged off to a healer. You didn't say a word when you entered the recovery room he had been staying in, either, opting to instead silently take his hand and rub soothing circles into the back of it. Your relationship had always been a strange one, both of you preferring the envelope of silence to the dry small-talk.
But then he blinked up at you, and he smiled.
Azriel smiling was a rare occasion, reserved for only those he trusts, for only those he loves. You knew in that moment that it had clicked for him, too. You didn't have to say a word to notice the weight in that smile, the way it carried every unspoken word his heart sung. You didn't force a conversation, you didn't cry out that you loved him, no. You just smiled back, squeezing his hand in assurance that everything would be okay.
"Hey," Azriel murmured, his hands shifting in yours. You hadn't entirely realized that you'd zoned out until you heard his voice, a soft whisper to not let the priestess beside you hear. You smiled and nodded, meeting his eyes. For the longest time, you found nothing in those eyes, save for the occasional look of longing or rage. The sheer love displayed in them now took you aback, shining with adoration.
The ceremony was quick, as you had both expected and requested. It was more to document that you were officially mates than anything else; if it had been entirely up to Azriel, he probably would have forgone the ceremony altogether, simply living his life with you, knowing in his heart that the two of you were mates.
You insisted on at least documenting it, though. On at least having the title of mates. After centuries on this world, you didn't expect to find a mate, didn't know if you could ever feel the depth of such a bond. But here you were.
Azriel, however, did allow the Inner Circle to throw a small party for when you got back. The moment they all caught on to the fact that the bond had clicked, they would not let it go. Mor was the most excited for you, thrilled at the idea that her best friend finally found their mate.
You had both tried to insist that a party was not necessary, but after a bit of convincing, you both agreed. And when you stepped into the entrance to the townhouse, you quickly realized that you would have it no other way.
This was your family. It was Mor holding a bottle of too-expensive liquor, it was Cassian's vulgar jokes, it was Rhysand's poorly made decorations. It was Amren sitting in the corner and pretending not to care, all while an amused smile tugged at her lips.
And it was you and Azriel, dancing to the upbeat music and smiling, laughing. This was where you belonged, this was what your heart had craved for centuries.
"We should go upstairs," he breathed into your ear, his scarred hands resting on your waist as he swayed you gently to the music. The rest of the Inner Circle had joined in on the dancing, not paying much attention to you at all as they got swept up in their own fun.
You grinned, pulling back from where your head laid on his chest.
"Yes. We should."
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ncssian21 days ago
A Favor: Part Twenty-Three
Nessian Modern AU
a/n: so yeah this isn鈥檛 my best work bc i havent been feeling great lately but i hope you guys can stay patient with me until i get my shit together. we鈥檙e almost to the end馃
Sitting crammed between Elain and Feyre on the gray couch in Lana鈥檚 office, Nesta has to cross her legs prettily and pretend she doesn鈥檛 want to peel out of her skin right there. She doesn鈥檛 know what she was thinking when she invited her sisters to one of her therapy sessions, but she鈥檚 assuming it would be considered rude to kick them out now.
鈥淲ho wants to speak first?鈥 Lana鈥檚 bob swings as she looks at each of them. The office is ice cold today, and Feyre and Elain鈥檚 presence doesn鈥檛 help the chill in the air.
Nesta crosses her arms before she can be asked to speak. 鈥淣o, thank you,鈥 she says. She knows everyone probably expects better from her, but no way in hell is she going to be the first to open up in front of this crowd. 鈥淔eyre,鈥 she turns to her youngest sister instead, 鈥渨hy don鈥檛 you say something?鈥
鈥淎ctually, why don鈥檛 you set the example, Nesta?鈥 Lana gives her a look, making her cheeks redden with irritation.
鈥淔ine,鈥 Nesta grumbles. She clears her throat. 鈥淎s you can see, I have made moves to reconnect with my sisters. I invited them here because I hoped that therapy would bring us closer and also make them more鈥 tolerable.鈥
Elain coughs, 鈥淏itch.鈥
Nesta smiles tightly. 鈥淓lain could especially use this, I think.鈥
Lana is already frowning. She never frowns this early into a session. 鈥淲e鈥檒l start with an easy question, then. What鈥檚 been on your mind lately, Nesta?鈥
Nesta purses her lips, pretending to think. 鈥淣othing important. I鈥檓 looking at jobs for the summer. I think Azriel keeps sneaking money into my purse, and it鈥檚 starting to become more than a little condescending. I caught up with some friends from school, and I was polite enough to pay for lunch.鈥 She mentions off to the side to Elain, 鈥淟ucien was there, too.鈥
鈥淲hy would I care?鈥 Elain sneers. She spies Lana鈥檚 disapproving look and lowers her head demurely. 鈥淪orry,鈥 she murmurs.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 alright,鈥 Lana says. 鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you go next?鈥
鈥淢e?鈥 Elain鈥檚 head snaps up, and Nesta holds in her snicker.
鈥淪tart by describing your relationship with Nesta. I heard you two used to be very close.鈥 Lana uncaps her pen, preparing to write.
Elain flushes lightly and folds her hands. 鈥淭hat was when we were children. The only thing keeping us together was that we shared a home. When we stopped living in the same place, some of us had no problem leaving others in the dust.鈥
鈥淵ou can use my name,鈥 Nesta rolls her eyes, 鈥淚鈥檓 right here.鈥
From the corner of her vision, Feyre cringes.
鈥淎re you saying you feel abandoned by Nesta?鈥 Lana continues probing.
Elain鈥檚 answering silence tells more than enough. Therapy must actually be paying off, though, because Nesta only thinks about interrupting and defending herself for a second before shaking it off. Her mind focuses on the word abandonment instead.
Lana is focusing on the same thing, because she leans closer and says, 鈥淏eing abandoned bothers you?鈥
鈥淚 never said that,鈥 Elain says indignantly.
鈥淚t would bother most people.鈥
Nesta watches Elain sigh and blink her big doe eyes at Lana. She鈥檚 always been able to use those eyes on anybody for anything. 鈥淚 just don鈥檛 understand why I鈥檓 the villain for expecting a little loyalty,鈥 Elain says sweetly. 鈥淓specially when you take a look at this face.鈥 She cups her round cheeks. 鈥淵ou know psychology. How could you abandon this face?鈥
Nesta鈥檚 jaw hangs open. 鈥淎re we still talking about me?鈥 She remembers Cassian telling her the story behind Azriel ghosting Elain, and a pang of guilt and pity hits her. She still hasn鈥檛 talked with Elain about why Azriel left Velaris, and she knows she won鈥檛 be able to decide whether to spare Az or not until she does.
鈥淪o that鈥檚 my turn,鈥 Elain finishes up. 鈥淔eyre can go next.鈥
Lana is writing something sharply on her notepad, but she nods coolly. 鈥淔eyre, how would you describe your relationship with your sisters?鈥
鈥淥h, we don鈥檛 have time for all of that,鈥 Feyre laughs awkwardly and waves a hand.
Nesta agrees, but the look Lana gives Feyre tells her that yes, they do have time.
Gulping, Feyre glances around. 鈥淲ell, I was born last, so I guess that made me the outsider of the family. I never had much in common with my sisters, but now that we鈥檙e older I鈥 hoped that we would grow past that.鈥
Translation: she hoped that once she found her happy ending in Rhysand鈥檚 arms, poor little Nesta and Elain would happily assimilate into her new community of wealthy friends, putting the cherry on top of her perfect life. And while Elain did that exact thing, it鈥檚 always bothered Feyre that Nesta won鈥檛 do the same.
Feyre continues, 鈥淚 admit I鈥檓 not the best at understanding Nesta. Elain and I get along fine now, but Nesta鈥︹ Feyre meets her eyes. 鈥淚t鈥檚 like nothing we do is enough for her, but for some reason I can鈥檛 stop trying.鈥
鈥淲hose fault is that?鈥 Nesta mutters.
鈥淵ou want her approval,鈥 Lana hums, taking notes.
鈥淚s that what it is?鈥 Feyre looks away.
Nesta refrains from saying yes, that鈥檚 exactly what it is, and it鈥檚 not my problem if you keep looking for something I can鈥檛 give.
鈥淲hat are your feelings about that, Nesta?鈥 Lana turns her focus to her. 鈥淩emember that this is a safe space.鈥
It really isn鈥檛, not with two siblings holding long term grudges against Nesta. But once and for all, she鈥檚 going to set the record straight. 鈥淚 spent most of my life being a bad sister.鈥 Nesta鈥檚 voice is apathetic, straightforward. 鈥淚 let Feyre take the burden of providing for us even though I was the oldest, and I didn鈥檛 know how to be anything other than cruel to my family. So once I had the means to do so, I cut everyone off for all of our sakes. I still don鈥檛 regret it, because being a stranger is better than being a bad sister.鈥
In that way, Nesta is a bit like her mother. Nesta was angry after her death, but she knows she would have been even angrier if Magdalene Archeron had lived and continued to be a disappointing parent. In that way, both of them are wise for leaving their families when they did.
鈥淥r you could just be a good sister,鈥 Elain interrupts with a drawl.
Nesta smirks bitterly at her. 鈥淚鈥檇 rather die.鈥
Feyre takes in a breath. 鈥淲hy? Why are you like that with us?鈥 She blinks furiously, and Nesta can see the simmer of her emotions. 鈥淚t was okay when we thought you hated everybody, but you don鈥檛. You only hate me and Elain.鈥
Nesta looks to Lana for help, but her therapist is sitting this one out. She sighs through her nose. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 hate you,鈥 she says, even though they might never understand. The next line comes with great difficulty. 鈥淚鈥檝e loved you since before I even knew what love was. But I don鈥檛 like you very much, Feyre, and you don鈥檛 like me, either. Please stop trying to change that.鈥
When she finally meets Feyre鈥檚 eyes, though, they鈥檙e glimmering with tears. 鈥淗ow can I stop trying to change that?鈥 Feyre whispers. 鈥淗ow can I give up on us like that?鈥
For Nesta to give Feyre and Elain the relationship they want from her would require nothing but lies on her part. And as much as she wishes she was capable of lying about this, she can鈥檛 do it.
Looking away and down at her hands, Nesta mutters, 鈥淚t鈥檚 not fun for me either, but it鈥檚 how I am. I can鈥檛 be easy or friendly with you. I hate watching you try to make me be easy or friendly.鈥
Nobody says anything to that, but when Nesta looks up again Lana gives her a remote nod that Feyre and Elain don鈥檛 catch. Thank you for your vulnerability, it says.
鈥淵ou said something interesting, Nesta,鈥 Lana breaks the silence. 鈥淒id you see your sisters as your responsibility to raise?鈥
Nesta shrugs. 鈥淚 was the oldest,鈥 she repeats.
鈥淵our father was the oldest.鈥
鈥淗e wouldn鈥檛 do shit even if you held a gun to his head, so I was up next.鈥 Though Nesta hadn鈥檛 done shit either. Neither had Elain, but the rules have always been different for her. Elain redeems herself to others by handing out sunny smiles and pretending to have the intelligence of a fawn.
Lana stares at Nesta until Nesta鈥檚 skin starts to heat. 鈥淲hat?鈥 she says defensively.
Ignoring the other two women in the room, Lana leans forward. 鈥淵ou told me once early into our relationship that part of the reason you left Tennessee was to get away from your sisters. You said you were heartbroken when they ended up following you here.鈥
Nesta doesn鈥檛 breathe or look to see her sisters鈥 reactions.
鈥淣ow I鈥檓 going to ask: did you really want to get away from your sisters, or did you want to escape the feeling of failing them?鈥
Nesta doesn鈥檛 know how to answer, because to her they might as well be the same thing. Having Feyre and Elain around is like having a weight tied to her chest. The lingering guilt every time Feyre is in a room, her existence screaming I鈥檓 the reason you鈥檙e still alive. Elain鈥檚 constant expectations of unconditional support and loyalty, whether it鈥檚 reciprocated or not. It鈥檚 all so heavy. And it all goes back to the fact that the three of them were once just helpless children.
If she couldn鈥檛 take care of her sisters, how is she supposed to take care of any child, ever?
Nesta releases a weary sigh. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e going to bring this up the next time we have the baby talk, aren鈥檛 you?鈥
Lana鈥檚 eyes sparkle. 鈥淒on鈥檛 get ahead of yourself just yet.鈥 But Nesta can see from where she sits that her therapist鈥檚 notepad is covered in bullet points.
鈥淚 need to use the bathroom.鈥 Feyre is hopping back and forth on her feet once the session is over. 鈥淵ou guys head down to the parking lot without me.鈥 She exits in a rush, leaving the two sisters alone. Nesta hisses in frustration, nearly chasing after Feyre so she won鈥檛 have to face the inevitable awkward conversation with Elain.
By the end of the session, it was Elain that broke and pleaded with Nesta, 鈥淒on鈥檛 do everything we want, then. Just keep doing better, the way you鈥檝e already been doing. I鈥檒l be happy with just that.鈥
Nesta was surprised that Elain had even noticed her efforts, but she retorted, 鈥淎nd how do you plan to do better?鈥
To which Elain twirled her hair and murmured something halfheartedly about, 鈥淚 might be more open to taking criticism or whatever.鈥
Though it was the absolute bare minimum, it was still a relief for Nesta to hear Elain admit that she has flaws worth criticizing.
Now, Nesta clutches the straps of her purse and turns for the stairwell leading to the parking lot. Elain follows without comment.
Inside the stairwell, Nesta asks, 鈥淗ave you spoken to Azriel since he left Velaris?鈥
Elain looks surprised at the sudden question, and doesn鈥檛 remember to be guarded when she answers, 鈥淣o. Why?鈥
Nesta shrugs, her heels thumping loudly on the linoleum stairs. 鈥淏ecause I know what happened between you two. I know why he left.鈥
Elain halts midstep, grabbing Nesta鈥檚 arm and turning to face her with wide eyes. 鈥淲hat do you mean, you know? He told you?鈥
鈥淗e told Cassian, and Cassian told me.鈥 Nesta hardly cares that she鈥檚 being a poor friend to Azriel by spilling all this to Elain, and continues, 鈥淚f I had known he was such a coward, I would have kicked him out of our place a long time ago鈥 but I figured I would get your input on it first.鈥
She鈥檚 never seen Elain look so genuinely pleading before. 鈥淕et my input on what?鈥 Elain breathes. 鈥淲hat did he say about me? Was it something I did?鈥
At that torn face that borders on heartbroken, Nesta decides that she鈥檒l do more than kick Azriel out of the cabin. She鈥檒l kick him off the whole mountain.
She shoves Elain鈥檚 back to get Elain detached from her and moving down the stairs again, and as they walk, Nesta spills everything she knows. She tells Elain about Rhysand鈥檚 talent of shoving his nose into places it doesn鈥檛 belong, and how one conversation with him managed to convince Azriel to ditch Elain for good. She tells her about how instead of having a straightforward conversation with Elain, Azriel chose to leave the city and hide out in the mountains like a pussy. She might sound blunt, but Elain needs blunt. She needs to know the unfiltered truth of things.
By the time they reach the floor where their cars are parked, Elain is silent. 鈥淒id he really say that?鈥 she finally asks quietly. 鈥淗e said he wants me to hate him?鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 what I heard.鈥 After a moment, Nesta feels the need to add, 鈥淵ou should hate him, though. He fucked up bad.鈥
When Elain continues strolling for their cars without replying, concern bites at Nesta. 鈥淵ou are mad at him, right? And mad at Rhysand? You鈥檙e not going to forgive them, right?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 not a total pushover,鈥 Elain snaps. She stares at the cement ground as they walk. 鈥淚鈥檓 just鈥 more disappointed than anything else. He gave up so easily.鈥 She chuckles without humor. 鈥淚t sounds like he was looking for an excuse to get away from me.鈥
Nesta frowns. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 think he would鈥檝e spent so long moping around our house if he wanted to leave you.鈥 Though they can never truly know what Azriel was thinking or feeling until he grows a pair and talks to Elain. Still, she shudders at having to defend him.
鈥淚 take it he doesn鈥檛 mope anymore?鈥 Elain says.
Nesta doesn鈥檛 know how to answer that truthfully. She knows there鈥檚 more to Azriel than he lets her and Cassian see, and she knows he鈥檚 gotten better at keeping his feelings to himself. So she says, 鈥淚t looks like he鈥檚 doing better, but I really don鈥檛 know.鈥 They reach Elain鈥檚 car.
鈥淲ere you in love with him?鈥 Nesta suddenly asks. Or worse, is she still in love with him?
Elain digs around for her keys in her purse. 鈥淵ou know how I am. Of course I was.鈥
鈥淣ot anymore, though?鈥
Elain looks up, keys now in hand. 鈥淚t鈥檚 hard to still feel love for someone I haven鈥檛 talked to in two months.鈥
Then it wasn鈥檛 real love. Nesta is relieved, even though it doesn鈥檛 change the fact that Elain is hurting either way.
Elain jabs her keys at Nesta and says sharply, 鈥淒on鈥檛 you dare punish him for what he did. That鈥檚 for me to decide on.鈥
Nesta鈥檚 brow creases in refusal. 鈥淚鈥檒l do what I need to do, and you do you.鈥 She鈥檒l have to be careful with her plotting, though, considering Azriel is Cassian鈥檚 brother.
鈥淣o.鈥 Elain surprises Nesta with the force in her tone. 鈥淗e鈥檚 your roommate and your friend. Keep treating him like it.鈥
Elain makes it sound easier than it is, and Nesta wants to argue until she sees Feyre heading down the parking lot toward them. 鈥淔ine,鈥 she grumbles halfheartedly.
Elain gives her one final long look, not of threat but something else. 鈥淭hank you鈥攆or inviting us today.鈥 That鈥檚 all she says before getting in the driver鈥檚 seat of her little red car. At the same time, Feyre catches up to them.
鈥淲here are you parked?鈥 Feyre pants as she approaches Nesta. She sounds a bit out of breath, like she ran to get here before Nesta could drive off alone.
Nesta points down the lot to where her scrappy old car is waiting for her, and Feyre straightens up with a grim smile. 鈥淚鈥檒l walk you.鈥
Nesta knows that arguing isn鈥檛 worth it, so she allows Feyre to trail her the rest of the way to her car. Once they reach the old thing, Nesta gives a curt goodbye and heads straight for the driver鈥檚 door. Before she can touch the handle, Feyre attacks her from behind with a hug.
鈥淕et off me, freak!鈥 Nesta tries to jostle her way out of Feyre鈥檚 arms. She tries being nice to her sisters one time and this is what she gets鈥
Feyre only squeezes her tighter. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to hug back. Just let me love you my way.鈥
Nesta squirms for another second before stilling. Swallowing tightly, she stares at the reflection of herself and Feyre in the car door window. One of her hands goes to where Feyre鈥檚 hands are clasped around her stomach, and she stands there without moving. She can鈥檛 remember the last time she shared affection with a family member like this, but it must have been before their mother died.
The warmth at Nesta鈥檚 back doesn鈥檛 leave, like Feyre is trying to pour all her understanding into the hug. Silently saying, I鈥檓 finally starting to get it.
In a way, Nesta is starting to get it, too. After all, how do sisters with such a complicated history begin to forgive each other?
Not by apologizing, but by doing better in the future.
On her way home, Nesta remembers at the last minute to stop by Gwyn鈥檚 apartment to pick up one of her sweaters. She doesn鈥檛 know when Gwyn started raiding her closet like it was a free mall, but she has a school event next week and doesn鈥檛 plan on letting her nicest clothes rot at Gwyn鈥檚 forever.
Nesta enters using the key beneath the doormat, knowing Gwyn is at work and won鈥檛 mind her stopping by. She scans the living and dining areas for a glimpse of brown cashmere, but only finds scattered books and a disorganized mess. Her fingers twitch with the urge to stop and tidy up the place, but she continues hunting for the sweater. Gwyn promised it would be waiting in plain sight for her.
Realizing the scatter-brained girl probably forgot to put the sweater out for her, Nesta pauses in the hallway leading to Gwyn鈥檚 bedroom and bites her lip. She doesn鈥檛 know if bedrooms are off limits or not, considering how often Gwyn and Emerie have barged into hers, but she knows she doesn鈥檛 want to make a second trip here just for a sweater.
Without giving it further thought, she strides into Gwyn鈥檚 room鈥
And yelps to find Gwyn on the bed.
Except she isn鈥檛 alone, and there鈥檚 definitely another body under the dark green blanket with her, and whoever it is definitely has their head between her legs.
Nesta spins away at the same time she hears Gwyn鈥檚 cry of surprise. She braces one hand against the doorjamb and presses the other to her freezing cold face, not having any words for what she just saw.
鈥淣esta?鈥 Gwyn calls from behind her. 鈥淲hat the hell are you doing here?鈥
鈥淯m, have you seen my sweater? It鈥檚 the expensive one.鈥 She鈥檒l just grab it and leave. Or maybe she鈥檒l just leave鈥攜es, that sounds like a good idea.
鈥淣esta?鈥 a new, deeper voice repeats.
Gwyn hisses, and Nesta freezes because she recognizes that voice. She wants to be wrong so badly, but she has to whirl back around to confirm for herself.
a/n: i decided to cut this chapter short and add an extra one to flesh out my silly little gwynriel subplot. so if there鈥檚 anything specific or random you wanna see happen in the next chapter tell me bc i might have space for prompts!!
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naturallystupidforyoua month ago
鉁э渐锞: *鉁э渐锞:* azriel x reader
*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁 azriel meets you for the first time on the night of winter solstice
Azriel soared above Velaris. He hadn't known where he was going or who he was going to see. He refused to put much thought to the matter. He only knew he needed to go. He wanted to curse Rhysand 鈥 to throttle him. His lips still tingled where they met Elain's.
His eyes flickered over the city, quiet as the celebrations had ceased. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw someone lying in the snow, their arms and legs sprawled out. His feet landed with a small thud, you cracking an eye open before putting it back down in the snowy dent you left behind.
He knelt, "Are you alright?" You snorted slightly, "As good as I can be," He looked you over, "Are you hurt?" You shook your head. His brows only pinched deeper. He grabbed your hands, looking over your fingers for any signs of frostbite. How long had you been out here?
You closed your hands around Azriel's, murmuring, "Cauldron, you're warm," He wanted to recoil. To draw his hands away from yours. Something in him refrains from it. "Are you drunk?" He questioned finally. You only shifted, sinking deeper into the thick snow. "Is it that obvious?" You licked your lips. Your cheeks had been turned pink, the tip of your nose blazing. "You should get home. You'll freeze out here,"
The wine likely imported from Autumn made your breath smell like ginger and spice. "I'd rather not," You murmured. "I can't leave you out here," He says softly. Even Velaris, in its wonderful charm, wasn't void of people that would take advantage of a helpless female in the streets. You hardly flinched when he approached you.
"Then stay with me. I need better fucking company anyway," He could hear the bitterness in your voice. Part of him wanted to ask, to vent his own frustrations. He doesn't. He feels a tug in his chest. He ignores the feeling. He lies down beside you. "What's your name?" He asked softly. "Y/n," You answered. He racked his memory for a female in Velaris with your name. He came up with nothing. "You're not from the Night Court, are you?"
You shook your head. "No. My sister is. She moved here after the war with her husband to take care of his sister's children," He refused to think of the fact this sister likely perished during the attacks on Velaris. He pushes it all away, only looking at you. Some of your features are blurred in the horrible lighting, the faelights and the stars only offering so much.
"Are you going to tell me yours?" You gave him a soft smile. One that sent his heart soaring. "Azriel,"
"Pretty name," Your head cocked to the side, "It matches you,"
His face flushed. He forced himself to believe it was from the cold. For several minutes, neither of you spoke. You had both become content in sitting in comfortable silence. "Cauldron's sake, Y/n!" He heard a female shout. "What are you doing out here?"
In another language, you replied to her. Azriel hadn't heard it before. It was beautiful, he thought. Your sister only sighed. "We'll talk about it tomorrow. Thank you, Azriel, for not letting my idiotic sister freeze alone in the show,"
Azriel blinked, nodding once before he stood and shot back into the skies. He didn't wait to see which direction you went in. He ignored that tugging in his soul what begged to see you again.
Not now, he thought. One day, he promised himself.
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snelbza month ago
Life As We Know It {Chapter 11}
Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta鈥檚 sister and Cassian鈥檚 best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.
Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.
Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara's blogs! >> @tacmc.鈥
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The University of Velaris Knights were up by two touchdowns over the Autumn Court Foxes when Cassian looked away from the television to where Nesta was descending the stairs. Nyx was playing on the floor, an empty cup and a whisk being his choice toys of the day, and when she appeared, he began to babble happily, waving the whisk at her.
Nesta chuckled, squatting down in front of him. 鈥淪omeone seems like they鈥檒l be helping me in the kitchen when they get bigger.鈥
She glanced over her shoulder to grin at Cassian, but his eyes were fixed firmly on the game again. She pressed a kiss to Nyx鈥檚 dark head, and stood, smoothing her shirt out. 鈥淚鈥檒l be back in a couple of hours.鈥
鈥淗e isn鈥檛 picking you up?鈥 He asked, still watching the game.
鈥淣o,鈥 she said, firmly. 鈥淏ecause it鈥檚 not a date.鈥
鈥淲hatever you say,鈥 he crooned, looking over at her at last, letting himself take in the tight jeans and ruffled top she wore. A ruffled top that showed off just the right amount of cleavage that was tasteful, but still a tease. 鈥淗ave fun, Nes.鈥
Nesta tensed. 鈥淵ou know, I鈥檝e never liked it when you鈥檝e called me that.鈥
鈥淩eally?鈥 he asked, eyes fixed on the screen. 鈥淵ou haven鈥檛 complained about it before.鈥
鈥淚 was trying to be nice.鈥
鈥淵ou? Nice?鈥 Cassian chuckled. 鈥淵eah. Okay.鈥
Nesta鈥檚 mouth tightened as she walked toward the door. 鈥淚鈥檒l be back soon,鈥 she repeated.
鈥淣o need to rush,鈥 Cassian said, and then she was out the door.
He was looking like a real asshole.
She didn鈥檛 know what his problem was, and she didn鈥檛 really care. Whatever his issues were were on him and him alone. Nesta had nothing to feel bad about. Yes, she was now a parental figure for Nyx, but she was nothing to Cassian. Nothing but an acquaintance.
He shouldn鈥檛 care who she sees, romantically or not.
The second she fell into her car, she was pushing all those thoughts away and fully focusing on her lunch date.
The date that wasn鈥檛 a date, that is.
She hurried across town, parking in the small lot next to the family owned diner. Nesta hesitated in the lot, before going inside, until she realized that she had no clue what Bal drove. After a moment, she decided to go inside, and found him already sitting at a table, waiting for her.
Nesta made her way over to the table, sliding in the booth across from him. 鈥淗i, I鈥檓 so sorry, I鈥檓 late.鈥
Glancing at his watch, he smiled, those brown eyes sparkling. 鈥淵ou do realize it鈥檚 only two minutes past twelve, right?鈥
鈥淲hich is technically late,鈥 she said, setting her purse in the seat next to her, and he rolled his eyes.
鈥淵ou look nice,鈥 Balthazar smiled, and Nesta couldn鈥檛 have stopped the blush if she tried. 鈥淓ven if it isn鈥檛 a date.鈥
鈥淪o do you,鈥 she replied. 鈥淭he white coat is a good look, but black is better on you.鈥
He glanced down at the plain, black Henley he wore and chuckled. 鈥淚 prefer not to wear the coat outside of the office, but if you think it should be a permanent addition to my wardrobe, I might consider it.鈥
鈥淚 wouldn鈥檛 be opposed,鈥 Nesta grinned.
Bal鈥檚 head fell back as he laughed. Nesta had to admit that it was a glorious sight.
鈥淪o, you picked an old diner?鈥 Nesta asked, opening the menu.
鈥淚s there something wrong with an old time diner?鈥 Bal asked, flipping open his own menu.
Nesta looked around and pretended to think on it. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 mind the old timey diners.鈥
鈥淕ot a thing for milkshakes and chili cheese fries?鈥 Bal asked.
Nesta chuckled. 鈥淪houldn鈥檛 a medical professional be eating more healthy?鈥
鈥淟ife is all about balance,鈥 he said, picking up his fork and letting it rest on his finger. The prongs and other end of the fork were perfectly weighted to hold the other up. 鈥淥n one hand, constantly eating burgers and fries wouldn鈥檛 be a good idea.鈥 He pushed down on the handle, the prongs raising and nearly falling off one side of his finger. Letting go and letting the fork settle again, he added, gently pushing on the prongs. 鈥淚f you鈥檙e constantly focusing on every little thing you eat or do, what room do you have for fun?鈥
The fork settled once again and sat perfectly balanced atop his finger. 鈥淪o as long as you鈥檙e making healthy choices at other points throughout the day, an occasional milkshake and chili cheese fries are perfectly acceptable.鈥
Nesta was unable to stop her smile, loving the example he鈥檇 given. She shut her menu, tilting her head slightly and said, 鈥淢ilkshake and chili cheese fries, it is.鈥
No, it wasn鈥檛 a date, but Nesta had fun. And, after the events of the last month, she decided that she deserved that little bit of fun. Even if, in the back of her mind, all she could think about was Nyx and, Cauldron damn her, Cassian.
Every time that guilt shook her core, though, she shook it away. She had nothing to feel guilty about.
Absolutely nothing.
Once their glasses had been drained and the plate of chili cheese fries between them had been cleared, she and Balthazar exited the diner and went for a walk along the Sidra.
They kept their distance, Balthazar a perfect gentleman, and made small talk. Nesta typically didn鈥檛 care for small talk, loathed mindless chatter to fill the void, but she didn鈥檛 mind it so much with him.
鈥淚鈥檝e had a nice time, Nesta.鈥
She looked up at his handsome face and smiled. 鈥淵eah, me too.鈥
鈥淚 assume you have to be getting back to Nyx?鈥 He asked. 鈥淲ho鈥檚 watching him?鈥
鈥淐assian, my鈥︹ she stumbled over the words. 鈥淩oommate?鈥 Balthazar鈥檚 eyebrows rose. She explained. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a bit of an unorthodox situation.鈥
Sighing, she began to explain the story of her and Cassian鈥檚 relationship, starting with their catastrophe of a date five years ago and ending with their unexpected joint custody of Nyx.
鈥淚 see,鈥 he said, at last. 鈥淪ounds like a bad sitcom.鈥
Nesta snorted. 鈥淪omething like that.鈥
Bal stopped and faced her, his eyes soft, amused. 鈥淵ou know, I鈥檇 really like to see you again.鈥
鈥淚s that so?鈥 She asked, voice quiet.
Balthazar nodded. 鈥淏ut, this time, I鈥檇 like for it to be a date.鈥
Nesta hesitated, but Balthazar only smiled.
鈥淣o need to answer me now,鈥 he said, kindly. 鈥淭hink about it and let me know when you鈥檙e ready.鈥
Nesta nodded and continued on, walking with Bal back to her car. Once they got there, he gave her a smile and told her goodbye.
It was only once Nesta got home that she realized they didn鈥檛 talk once about how they may have known each other.
She found Nyx asleep in his nursery, but Cassian was nowhere to be found in the house. Listening, she heard quiet music coming from the back patio and followed it out. He sat around the pool, an acoustic guitar in his hands, strumming gently.
鈥淗ey,鈥 she called, softly, not wanting to scare him.
He glanced back over his shoulders, his fingers not stilling. They continued to pluck at the strings. 鈥淗ow was your not-date?鈥
His voice was hollow and she didn鈥檛 like the sound of it. She kicked off her shoes, rolling up the cuffs of her jeans and let her toes dip into the water. The bottom half of his legs were fully submerged.
鈥淚t was fun,鈥 she admitted. He nodded, not pushing her for more, but she wanted to get him talking, could tell that he was in a mood. For the sake of conversation, even though she already knew the answer, she asked, 鈥淣yx taking a nap?鈥
Cassian nodded, eyes watching the calm water in the late afternoon sun. 鈥淲atching football tired him out this afternoon.鈥
Nesta watched, mesmerized, as he picked the strings. She nodded toward the guitar. 鈥淒id you make that?鈥
He looked over at her. 鈥淒idn鈥檛 realize you knew that fact about me.鈥
鈥淵ou made Nyx鈥檚,鈥 Nesta said, quietly, reminiscing on Nyx鈥檚 first birthday party. It hadn鈥檛 been that long ago, but it felt like a lifetime.
鈥淜ind of a stupid gift for a one year old, isn鈥檛 it?鈥 he asked, chuckling, humorlessly.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think so,鈥 Nesta said.
Cassian鈥檚 fingers abruptly came to a halt. The silence was jarring. 鈥淲hat are you doing, Nesta? What is this?鈥
Nesta blinked, thrown off by the sudden change in his tone. 鈥淲hat鈥檙e you talking about?鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e talking to me in a calm, condescending tone, and it鈥檚 unlike you,鈥 he said, shaking his head. 鈥淪o, stop.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 just trying to-.鈥
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 need to try to do anything,鈥 he said, standing and holding his guitar by the neck. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e pitying me, like you have been for the past week. Don鈥檛 worry about me.鈥
Nesta鈥檚 eyes shot to Cassian鈥檚. 鈥淪eriously? We鈥檙e back to that?鈥
鈥淵eah, we鈥檙e back to that,鈥 Cassian mumbled.
鈥淚t鈥檚 perfectly fine to show your emotions, Cassian.鈥
Cassian laughed. 鈥淪eriously? You鈥檙e telling me that? You鈥檙e the least emotional person I鈥檝e ever met! I鈥檝e dealt with Feyre and Rhys鈥 deaths more than you have!鈥
Her eyes narrowed and she stood. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 know a damn thing about how I鈥檝e handled their deaths. And while we鈥檙e on the subject, you don鈥檛 know anything about me, period.鈥 He opened his mouth to say something and she added, 鈥淲hich I鈥檓 just fine with, if you鈥檙e going to keep acting like an ass. Have a good night, Cassian.鈥
Without another word, she made her way back into the house, slamming the sliding door harder behind her than he expected her to.
Gods, this woman. He didn鈥檛 know how to deal with her. He didn鈥檛 know whether to throttle her or wrap her in his arms. She was right, he had barely seen her show anything regarding the catastrophic loss of her baby sister since the funeral.
Looking out over the pool, he realized the two of them may have more in common than he鈥檇 expected.
Nesta had changed into sweatpants and was on the couch watching some trashy TV show she didn鈥檛 care about when she heard the sliding door open about thirty minutes later. She didn鈥檛 even acknowledge him, just listened as his footsteps made their way around the house, up the stairs, back down and out towards the garage. A few minutes later, they were back and they paused a few feet behind the couch.
鈥淚鈥檒l be back in a little while.鈥
Without turning back to look at him, she said, 鈥淎lright.鈥
He asked, 鈥淒o you鈥eed anything while I鈥檓 out?鈥
Her reply was just as short. 鈥淣ope.鈥
His jaw locked. 鈥淔ine.鈥
鈥淔ine,鈥 she snapped, and he was out the door, slamming it on his way out.
That man's temper went from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds.
He should just be grateful that he didn鈥檛 wake Nyx up with the slamming of that damn door. Nesta would have gone medieval on his ass.
He once told her she had a stick shoved up her ass.
She wanted to say the same thing to him the past few days. Hell, she should have.
It was hours before she heard his truck pull back into the driveway. It looked like she鈥檇 barely moved, though it was only to get Nyx when she heard his soft cry and found him awake on the baby monitor. After a quick dinner of smashed peas and carrots, which mostly ended up on his bib rather than in his mouth, she gave him a bath, put him in his playpen and ordered a pizza for herself. And, of course, hot wings.
The boxes were still sitting on the coffee table when Cassian came inside.
Nyx was immediately pulling himself up on the edges of his playpen, grinning at Cassian. He returned the gesture. 鈥淗ey, buddy.鈥 He picked him up, noticing his still damp hair. 鈥淪omeone already had their bath, I see.鈥
鈥淵ep,鈥 Nesta said, glancing over at them. 鈥淔ed and bathed. All we have left is his bottle before bed.鈥
鈥淚 can-.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 your night off,鈥 Nesta interrupted. 鈥淚鈥檒l do it.鈥
Cassian鈥檚 lips shut as he took a deep breath in through his nose, and out again. 鈥淛ust because it鈥檚 not my night doesn鈥檛 mean that I can鈥檛 be helpful.鈥
鈥淵ou watched him all morning,鈥 Nesta said. 鈥淚 have the afternoon.鈥
Cassian hesitated, but nodded as he kissed Nyx鈥檚 forehead and set him back in his playpen.
鈥淗ave fun?鈥 Nesta asked.
Cassian turned his back to her, heading toward the kitchen. 鈥淵eah.鈥
鈥淢ust not鈥檝e been too much fun if you didn鈥檛 bring a woman home,鈥 Nesta muttered, picking up another slice of pizza.
Cassian stilled in the entryway of the kitchen before turning slowly back around. 鈥淲ho says I have to bring a woman home to have sex?鈥 Nesta slowly chewed her food, their eyes locked. 鈥淚f the bed is the only place you鈥檝e ever fucked, Archeron, you鈥檙e not doing it right.鈥
She was stunned into silence, not expecting him to have heard her, and not expecting him to reply, even more so.
鈥淏esides,鈥 he crooned, prowling closer, resting his hands on the back of the couch and leaning in close, closer than he鈥檇 been before. 鈥淚 could say the same thing to you. Your not-date must not have gone so well if you were home so soon after it ended.鈥
Before she could say anything else, before she could tell him how crass and crude he always was, he abandoned whatever he had planned to get from the kitchen, and jogged up the stairs and to his room. She heard the door shut a few seconds later.
Nesta could do nothing but stare up after him, a half-chewed bite of pizza still in her mouth.
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sparrowssirena month ago
azriel x fem reader
Azriel falls in love with a girl who has a cat called Marmalade.
warnings: none
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It was odd. The first time he feel for her, he says the first time because it was in many moments when he felt his heart drop. His stomach fall. And his wings flutter. And she was just a girl who worked in a book store, yet she was so much more to him.
He saw you in the garden first, a blue dress on with a white shirt under it. The gardens had been lovely that day and the weather was pleasant enough.
You sat crossed legged on the park bench, a copy of 鈥楬eidi鈥 in your lap as your ginger cat Marmlade rubbed against your knee. He had walked up to you, knowing you worked at the book store. He had needed a gift for Rhys鈥檚 mother, it was Christmas soon and the endless amount Rhysand鈥檚 mother had done for Azriel was heart warming. She deserved a nice gift.
鈥淓xcuse me, sorry to interrupt,鈥 he spoke sheepishly, feeling slightly guilty for interrupting your peace.
鈥淣o worries, what can I do for you?鈥 You said, standing up and flattening out your dress as you lead him into the store.
鈥淚 need a gift for my friends mum, she鈥檚 raised me since I was quite little though and I need it to be a bit thoughtful.鈥
You smiled, nodding as he spoke, he was thankful for your kind manner it made him feel less like an idiot.
鈥淒oes she have any particular interests, or genres you know she likes?鈥
He nodded, 鈥淪he loves sewing, and uh- romance I think.鈥
You nodded before turning around and picking up Marmalade as you led him into the romance section. His eyes flung around the store, noticing the paintings of cherubs with wings on the walls, smiling as he thought of how old the building must be.
鈥淲e actually got a book in last week, that I think will be perfect. It鈥檚 about a seamstress and a prince, it鈥檚 a human setting though, is that okay?鈥 You stuttered the end slightly, knowing some Illyrians were sensitive about humans.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 quite alright, thank you very much for your help,鈥 he noticed a light blush on your cheeks as he thanked you for your service.
The fact that you had to raise your head quite a bit to look up at him, had the butterflies in his stomach fluttering.
鈥淭-that鈥檚 what I鈥檓 here for, is there anything else you would like? Possibly for yourself,鈥 he could see you playing with your fingers behind your back as you shyly gazed up at him.
鈥淨uite possibly, is there anything about a pretty girl who works in a book store and an Illyrian shadowsinger?鈥
And to say you blushed would be an understatement.
Azriel came to visit the book store a lot after the first time. He found his visits like a little piece of him that no one had to know about, something that was disconnected from fighting and training.
You鈥檙e smile kept drawing him in, the crease in your eyes and your cheeks plumping as you laughed. He didn鈥檛 know when he realised that he began to look forward to the visits constantly. He could pin point a few movements. Whilst he was training, the tug in his chest as he thought of you. Family dinners when the conversation was very little, his mind drifting off to think about his next visit. Even when he had just left the store, he longed to go back in and blurt out his feelings.
But it was one visit that he held very close to his heart.
You were having a particularly rough day, a customer had gotten angry at you for not having the book they wanted. You had gotten pushed around on the busy streets of Velaris and worst of all, you didn鈥檛 know where Marmalade was.
Marmalade although only a cat, she was your housemate, workmate, child, and your precious little ball of fluff. She was not a cat who wondered very far from her owner and that fact alone made a fresh bubble of panic settle in your ribs. To not be able to find her was absolutely devestating.
Azriel entered the store a smile planted on his handsome face as he slowly made his way to where you stood, shelving books.
He slowly slid his arms around your back, kissing your head as you jumped in surpise.
鈥淕ood afternoon, love.鈥
鈥淎-afternoon, Az.鈥
His actions of affection were not a new thing, he hugged you every time he saw you since that one time you flung his arms around him out of joy.
鈥淲here鈥檚 that little bugger of a cat?鈥
And that was when you lost it, you couldn鈥檛 help it as the tears started and didn鈥檛 seem to stop. You couldn鈥檛 stop the panic and worry you felt over loosing little Marmalade.
Azriel was quick to turn you around, his hands cupping your face as his fingers delicately wiped the tears from your cheeks. He hushed your tears and pulled your head to his chest as he cradled you in his arms.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 the matter, darling?鈥 He murmured quietly, talking in a soothing and calming tone.
鈥淚-I鈥檝e lost Marmalade!鈥 And that was when another round of tears came gushing out.
鈥淥h, love.鈥 He was quick to pull over a chair and settle you in his lap as he let you blubber about the ginger cat.
鈥淚t鈥檒l be alright, you know I鈥檓 sure Marmalade will find her way back to you very soon,鈥 he rubbed his hand up and down your back as you nuzzled further into his neck, soft tears dripping onto his shirt.
鈥淏-but what if she鈥檚 gotten lost,鈥 you said, voicing your worries.
鈥淭hen we will find her, dove, she can鈥檛 have gotten very far if you had her this morning.鈥
You nodded into his neck, thankful for his reassuring words and relaxing touches.
He kissed your head, 鈥淒o you want to go look for her?鈥
鈥淵-yes, please.鈥
So the two of you set out on your journey to find Marmalade. It was cold so both of you had several layers as well as warm coats, gloves and you wore a white beanie.
Azriel made sure you were warm enough before they had left the store, suggesting more and more layers of warmth every time you said you were ready to leave.
You walked hand in hand through the snow as you both cooed the cats name, walking through the streets surrounding the book store eyes scanning for any sign of a ginger cat.
鈥淢armalade!鈥 You both yelled simultaneously, not letting go of each others hand as you searched.
鈥淚-it鈥檚 been an hour, Az, what if she has been stolen?鈥
He didn鈥檛 have the heart to tell you that nobody would want to steal Marmalade as she was not the friendliest cat. He instead tried to pry that thought from your mind as he guided you through the streets.
鈥淭hat will not have of happened dove,鈥 he said as he pulled you into his side.
鈥淢armalade!鈥 He called again, hoping some how the cat would come.
And then you saw her.
The little pit pat of Marmalade鈥檚 ginger paws scurried along the pavement as a larger brown cat intertwined her tail with his.
鈥淢armalade! There you are.鈥
Azriel watched as you ran forward patting and kissing the cat and lightly scolding her as if she were a child who lost their parent in the supermarket.
He caught up to you, kneeling down as he reached to pat the other cat who accompanied Marmalade.
鈥淲ho鈥檚 your friend Marmalade?鈥 You questioned as you scratched the top of her head.
The two cats nuzzled each other, as the brown cat licked Marmalade鈥檚 ear.
鈥淗is name is Rufus, and I told him he should鈥檝e stayed at home today, but he had a thing for defying my orders,鈥 Azriel statement with a slight chuckle.
鈥淗e鈥檚 yours?鈥 You asked, eyes wide with surprise that the cat intertwined with Marmalade belonged to Azriel.
鈥淗e is mine, and I鈥檓 hoping that you will be too soon.鈥
And once again, to say you blushed, would be an understatement.
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wildlyglittering2 months ago
The Perils of Being Mr. Nesta Archeron
It鈥檚 important you understand this is my incredibly poor attempt at comedy and I just wanted to write some nonsense.
This popped into my brain after seeing all the posts about how awesome Nesta is and how she had a ridiculous amount of marriage proposals and interest from human men, fae males and demons alike.聽
I just kind of took it from there...
鈥淚 still like what Nesta鈥檚 done to the place.鈥
Feyre looked around the grand drawing room of the House of Wind, her dozing son on her lap and her bored mate at her side who murmured something which could be taken as an agreement while pulling off imaginary pieces of lint from his sleeve.
The House was now Nesta鈥檚, in as much as anything sentient could truly belong to anyone, and as such was rarely used for official Night Court business. Its predominant function was as home to Nesta, Cassian and a reluctant Azriel, who鈥檇 been gifted the responsibility of 鈥榮upervisor鈥 鈥 a gift which Feyre suspected he鈥檇 like to return.
The Inner Circle still held Starfall at the House and, like now, the High Lord and High Lady of Night, would visit. When she visited alone, Feyre visited in the capacity of sister and friend but when with Rhys, it was all work.
Nesta and Cassian had embraced their titles as the Lord of Bloodshed and Lady Death and their combined reputations proceeded them sending them into every corner of Prythian and the many dark outer reaches was a tactic Rhys now employed.
The aim was to achieve negotiations and encourage peaceful surrenders where necessary but if there was resulting collateral damage, it was of little consequence to Rhys.
The other reason that the House was seldom used for official Night Court business was the unnerving issue of the House itself. Whilst the majority of the architecture remained unchanged there was the occasional surprise addition. Or subtraction.
Amren discovered the House鈥檚 penchant for the latter when, on one uninvited call, she opened a door which should have led to private chambers only to find herself plummeting through the air onto the ground. She swore blind the House foundations quivered like it was laughing.
Feyre wondered how independently the House acted from Nesta and how much it carried out her wishes. She suspected that this room, the grand drawing room, had been one of Nesta鈥檚 heart fulfilments or, at least, something for Cassian.
The room was sizable, entered from the hallway via a series of doorway arches wide enough for splayed Illyrian wings. Oversized plush furniture filled the room and the floors were strewn with thick sable rugs.
The most spectacular draw to the room was the window which stretched from ceiling to floor and from wall to wall on the side opposite the doorways. The view, one across Velaris鈥 golden rooftops and shining turquoise waters of the Sidra, filled the space like a painting.
Feyre sighed, at least this current visit was expected and so they weren鈥檛 risking the windows opening of their own accord to fling them out. The occupants of the House had been gone for longer than anticipated on this task and so Rhys sent ahead a message that he wanted a full debrief when they returned.
Feyre opened her mouth to speak again but stopped when she heard the thud of boots and flutter of wings.
鈥淔inally,鈥 Rhys said with a glance towards Nyx whose eyes flickered open.
鈥淗e鈥檒l be happy see Aunt Nesta,鈥 Feyre said in a sing-song voice to her now awake baby, turning him so he could view the entrance. 鈥淗e loves Aunt Nesta.鈥 She wasn鈥檛 above using her infant son as a tactic to avoid her eldest sister鈥檚 potential irritation at the intrusion into her home.
Rhys eyed up the shaking walls, 鈥淵es, as does the House.鈥
Nesta entered first and Feyre breathed a sigh of relief that the floor remained solid underneath where she sat.
鈥淗ello,鈥 Nesta said, her voice soft and cooing. Her welcome wasn鈥檛 to her sister or brother-in-law but to the now beaming baby in Feyre鈥檚 lap whose legs and arms flailed in the air as he wriggled.
Nesta stepped further into the room, treading over the rugs, arms outstretched, 鈥淐ome to Aunty Nesta.鈥
The vast windows let in the bright sunlight, sunlight which illuminated the state of the Illyrian leathers Nesta had clad herself in.
Feyre shrieked, twisting in the chair and blocked Nyx from Nesta鈥檚 grasp, pointing at her sister鈥檚 waist. 鈥淲hat is that?鈥濃
Nesta paused and frowned, looking down.
Aside from the interesting splotches of red across the leathers, the utility belt tightened around Nesta鈥檚 waist contained the usual items Feyre expected; knife, pouch, knife, another knife and then... another item she hadn鈥檛.
A leather strap was wound in multiple knots around the thick band and tied to an uneven, lumpy dome the other end. The lumpy dome ended in a stump clotted with congealed blood.
鈥淥h,鈥 Nesta said with a shrug, 鈥淚 forgot.鈥 She untied the leather strap and pulled the lump away. 鈥淛ust another one for the collection.鈥 With a graceful arm movement, Nesta threw what Feyre realised was a decapitated head onto the floor where it landed with a thud, a dribble of blood oozing fresh from the neck wound.
鈥淲ell, you can鈥檛 hold the baby until you鈥檝e washed your hands. Thoroughly.鈥
Nesta frowned at her, an ice-cold glare fixed on her face. 鈥淔ine,鈥 she snapped, as though Feyre鈥檚 request was unreasonable.
Cassian, unlike her sister, had taken some time to remove his blood encrusted leathers before greeting his guests, and he wandered in through the arch with a nod of his head towards Feyre and Rhys.
His hazel eyes noted the bloodied head by the door and he released a sigh.
鈥淵ou need to stop doing that.鈥
鈥淭he House doesn鈥檛 mind.鈥
The shutters covering the windows in the other rooms started to clatter up and down.
鈥淵es, but I mind and besides,鈥 he gestured across to Feyre, 鈥渁n infant is present.鈥
Nyx, now bouncing on Feyre鈥檚 lap, slapped his hands together as hard as he could in time with the House. He gazed at Nesta as though she鈥檇 sliced her way through necks especially for him.
鈥淗e doesn鈥檛 care,鈥 Nesta said in a sing-song voice eerily similar to the tone Feyre herself used earlier. She beamed at her nephew, 鈥淗e鈥檚 clapping with the House.鈥
Rhys鈥 face turned white, 鈥淭he House is applauding you?鈥
鈥淥h yes,鈥 Az said, arriving at last and pushing his way through where Cassian and Nesta stood to flop down onto the armchair next to Feyre. 鈥淣esta always gets rapturous applause when she brings home a kill.鈥
Feyre glanced from Azriel, legs sloping over one armrest while his head flopped across the other, to Nesta and then onto Cassian who was pinching the bridge of his nose.
鈥淎s much as I am ecstatic to see you all,鈥 he said, 鈥淚鈥檒l leave Az to deal with the debrief. I need to go lie down for a while.鈥
Cassian exited as swift as he entered, Az not bothering to open his now closed eyes. The concerned glances of the other room occupants followed Cassian鈥檚 retreating back.
Nesta turned back to Feyre, the ice-cold glare melted away. 鈥淓xcuse me while I disappear.鈥 Then, in a heartbeat, her expression was one of joy, 鈥淏ye-bye baby, I鈥檒l see you in a little bit for snuggles.鈥
Nyx let out a small sob as Nesta left and Feyre quickly turned him towards her, readying him for a feed, knowing that the small sob would turn into a loud shriek.
鈥淲ell,鈥 she said, 鈥渟he obviously prefers Nyx to me.鈥
鈥淔eyre, darling 鈥 you got spoken to,鈥 Rhys said. 鈥淚 think it鈥檚 safe to say Nesta didn鈥檛 acknowledge my existence. Which I鈥檓 fine with,鈥 he added, nervously eyeing up the House鈥檚 stone walls, 鈥渨hatever makes her happy.鈥
Nyx, thankfully, latched onto Feyre鈥檚 bared breast and for a moment no noise sounded in the room other than his greedy milk-hungry gulps.
A thought played over and over in her mind though; Nesta鈥檚 look of concern, Cassian鈥檚 uncharacteristic broodiness. 鈥淎re they ok?鈥 she asked Az, at the same time Rhys enquired as to how the recent mission went.
Az鈥檚 eyes fluttered open and he gestured to the head on the floor. 鈥淎s you can tell 鈥 we won.鈥 Then, his voice gentler, he turned to Feyre, 鈥淭hey鈥檙e fine.鈥
鈥淚s Cassian upset at the violence? At Nesta doing the um...,鈥 and using her free hand Feyre motioned across her throat with a finger.
Az laughed, such a rare sound it reminded Feyre of the bells on Solstice evening. 鈥淣ot at all. He likes that she does those things it鈥檚 just-鈥
He paused.
Rhys, satisfied that the mission went well and not caring about anyone鈥檚 romantic woes, settled back into the loveseat while Feyre leaned forward, careful to not disrupt her feeding son.
Azriel nodded towards the head, 鈥淏efore the Anguis went the way of Hybern and the Kelpie, he managed to propose.鈥
鈥淣ot another one!鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 worry,鈥 Azriel said, 鈥淚鈥檓 sure Nesta is reassuring Cassian of her love as we speak.鈥
As though cued up with expert timing, or, as Feyre suspected, the House lifting a self-imposed sound barrier to prove a point, the thumping drifted down to the grand room from several floors up.
Suddenly Azriel appeared just as exhausted as Cassian had. 鈥淣esta reassures Cassian of her love at least twice a night anyway, and when she鈥檚 done reassuring him, he feels the need to thank her back.鈥
Feyre winced, her face contorting into one of displeasure while Rhys didn鈥檛 try to hide his smirk. 鈥淭his is what 鈥 the fourth proposal? Fifth?鈥
Az closed his eyes and dropped his head backwards once more. 鈥淣inth. This isn鈥檛 the worst we鈥檝e had.鈥
Nyx snuffled and Feyre moved him to her other breast. 鈥淲asn鈥檛 the first in the Winter Court?鈥
They鈥檇 been in Winter for the naming ritual of Kallias and Viviane鈥檚 baby and once the ceremony was done, all guests mingled in the palace hall. The High Lord and Lady of Winter stood on the dais, draped in silver and grey, Viv beaming as she held her pink cheeked daughter.
The music, food and wine flowed freely but Feyre could barely hear the former over the laughter of the high fae and the chime of glasses as toast after toast was declared. The Inner Circle members had dispersed throughout the crowds earlier, all intent on seeking their delight in various forms.
Feyre had seen Nesta on the dance floor for the opening songs but she鈥檇 long since gone and Feyre wondered if Nesta and Cassian had snuck away to take advantage of the Winter palace鈥檚 numerous private bedrooms.
She had done her duty as High Lady of Night, walking around the hall, ice blue gown sashaying around her legs as revellers congratulated her on the arrival of her own child.
Feyre had smiled and thanked them but she tired easily after Nyx鈥檚 traumatic birth and it wasn鈥檛 long before she sought out the fur-decked chaise longue tucked in one of enclaves on the far wall.
As Feyre made her way towards it, movement from the corner on her right drew her attention.
Nesta was standing by another enclave, glass in hand, virulently shaking her head. Nesta鈥檚 golden-brown hair had been braided into a complex knot adorned with diamonds which caught the fae lights and casted shapes on the ceiling. It had been this that captured Feyre鈥檚 eye.
鈥淣o,鈥 Nesta said, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 think so.鈥 She smoothed down a non-existent crease on her dress, a pale grey-blue that shimmered like mist over ice, ever changing.
The male she was speaking to was some high-ranking courtier from Winter who Feyre had been introduced to earlier that evening but whose name escaped her. He was tall and handsome enough, gazing at her sister with sapphire blue eyes, but Nesta鈥檚 demeanour suggested nothing other than sheer boredom.
Cassian emerged from the crowds, seemingly drawn to what was happening in the corner of the room like a moth towards a flame, his body screaming nothing but fury. Still, he interjected himself between Nesta and the Winter male with a decorum Feyre felt he should be proud of. His fists were clenched and his jaw twitched as he ground his teeth but there was no violence. Yet.
Feyre moved quickly to them.
Side by side there was no contest that Cassian was the larger, broader and less refined male. He wore scuffed Illyrian leathers and the most he鈥檇 done for the event was clean his hair and tie it back.
The courtier wore ivory silk brocade strewn with pearls and viewed Cassian up and down with a sneer.
鈥淎nd who, exactly, are you?鈥
Cassian spat out his answer, 鈥淗er mate and husband and your executioner 鈥 you are?鈥
鈥淎h yes,鈥 Rhys said. 鈥淭he naming ball. Was it just the one dance Nesta performed before she had the males panting over her?鈥
鈥淪till,鈥 Feyre said, 鈥渢hat one was the easiest to smooth over. No one was killed. Or maimed.鈥
鈥淚 think the proposal with Chrysos was when Cassian was aware this was going to be a repeat issue,鈥 Az said.
Chrysos stood before them, undulating between the visage of a male and of something else, something other 鈥 possibly human but not quite. His skin was translucent and his gold blood ran through his veins, clear to their eyes, like streaks in white marble.
He was horrifying and beautiful and Feyre struggled to tear her eyes away.
鈥淚 must marry you,鈥 he said, directing his words to Nesta. Chrysos鈥 voice echoed around the cave chamber, strangely melodic, a harmony of angels singing in chorus, one voice on top of another. 鈥淚 shall make you my Queen and take you into the darkness where we shall make the sweetest music and-鈥
Nesta鈥檚 shoulders sagged, energy sapped from her as she gave a frustrated sigh.
鈥淲hat the fuck?!鈥
Feyre jumped at Cassian鈥檚 yell, the noise bouncing from the tops of the cave to the bottom, deep into the darkest part and back again.
鈥淪eriously! For fucks sake, I am standing right here!鈥
Rhys chuckled. 鈥淭hat ended quick enough if I remember?鈥
鈥淲e were on a recruitment mission though, we wanted him on our side,鈥 Az said, 鈥渘ot dead.鈥
鈥淐assian maintains he slipped.鈥
鈥淔rom six feet away?鈥
鈥淲ith his sword aloft?鈥
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 think the proposal in Summer was too bad,鈥 interrupted Feyre, now with Nyx resting against her shoulder so she could pat his back with soothing circles.
The party on Tarquin鈥檚 barge was held at the height of the season the Court was most famous for.
The weather was idyllic; sunshine beating down on Feyre鈥檚 skin, endless blue skies stretching ahead while a cool ocean breeze drifted from the teal waters teaming with coral. Dolphins pranced in the frothy waves around them, shimmering and shining, their scales a rosy pink.
鈥淟ook, Nyx, look!鈥 Feyre held her cooing baby high, pointing the dolphins out to his curious violet eyes.
The barge moved at a comfortable pace and again, like all parties the High Lords arranged, the music, food and wine flowed. Guests streamed from the top desk to the lower one and lower still when they felt like taking to the private cabins, the heat in the air turning into heat in the blood.
The decks were vast enough to not see the same individuals constantly but small enough to see them often and Feyre had smiled every time she walked past a relaxed Cassian and Nesta.
On their first stroll about the deck, Nyx had been awake and grinning, Nesta peppering his small face with a flood of kisses that had him squealing and his limbs flailing with joy. Cassian had joked about knowing his place in the pecking order and Nesta smiled at him in turn.
Cassian鈥檚 hair was tied back into a loose bun, strands of black hair falling past his jaw. It was too hot for leathers and, with his white linen shirt with sleeves rolled up to expose the black tattoos on his arms, he was the most casual Feyre had ever seen him.
Nesta stunned in a dress of blue which started ice blue at her shoulders before blending into a shade so dark at the hem it was almost black. The front was a demure and delicately scalloped neckline but Nesta鈥檚 back was entirely bare, held up by invisible straps.
Multiple pairs of eyes glanced their way but Nesta鈥檚 hand never left Cassian鈥檚 and his free one travelled the length of her spine dipping beyond the fabric at her lower back.
You鈥檙e borderline indecent, Feyre told them with pretend outrage and continued to walk the deck.
The second time Feyre passed them, they had been talking to Tarquin and Feyre only caught a brief snippet of their conversation, trying to settle a now restless Nyx against her shoulder.
鈥淥ne apology,鈥 Tarquin had said, 鈥渢hat was my mother鈥檚 favourite building.鈥
On Feyre鈥檚 third pass, Nyx now in Rhys鈥 arms, Tarquin had gone. In his place stood a fae Feyre didn鈥檛 recognise.
鈥淚 had turned away for a couple of seconds,鈥 Cassian said, his hands in fists, 鈥渁nd you thought this was your opportunity to sneak in here like a panting-鈥
鈥淐assian,鈥 Nesta warned, 鈥渨e don鈥檛 want another incident in this Court.鈥
鈥淲ell, there will be one if this prick doesn鈥檛 move out of here. We鈥檒l see how he fares with my foot up his as-鈥
鈥淪he鈥檚 married and mated. Can鈥檛 you see the matching rings? Can鈥檛 you smell the mate bond?鈥
The high fae nodded his head, 鈥淵es, but...鈥
鈥淏ut? But what?! That鈥檚 it,鈥 Cassian said, 鈥渨e鈥檙e leaving this fucking party.鈥
Rhys and Az stared at Feyre as she burped Nyx, their mouths open.
鈥淲hat?鈥 she asked.
鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 think it was too bad?鈥 Rhys said, his voice incredulous.
Feyre shrugged, 鈥淣o one died and no wars were started.鈥
鈥淭hey鈥檇 only just removed the ban on Cassian to have to enforce it again.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think the second ban was fair though.鈥
鈥淔eyre, darling. He destroyed the barge.鈥
鈥淲e spent hours fishing everyone out of the sea,鈥 Az said. 鈥淭hen we had to work out where Nesta鈥檚 unfortunate suitor had landed after Cassian threw him towards the cliff.鈥
鈥淲asn鈥檛 he clinging onto the side of the rockface?鈥
鈥淎nd didn鈥檛 Cassian destroy another building in his haste to get away?鈥
鈥淎lright,鈥 Feyre said, frowning. 鈥淪o maybe it was bad.鈥
鈥淚 quite liked the proposal from Locuples,鈥 Az said, 鈥渢hat was the best for all involved. No one died and we ended up with a pretty good trade agreement.鈥
鈥淥h, I remember that,鈥 said Feyre, 鈥淚 was here when Nesta and Cassian came back.鈥
Feyre and Az had been in the grand room, as they were now, sitting opposite each other in companiable silence. Steam from their tea cups swirled in the air and Feyre gazed out the windows at the white clouds over the city.
鈥淲hat the-?鈥
Feyre鈥檚 head snapped round, surprised at the uncharacteristic shock in Az鈥檚 voice. He stared towards the door archways and Feyre followed his eyeline.
Cassian and Nesta had returned, surprisingly quietly, as she hadn鈥檛 heard them land on the roof. Or perhaps, looking at the display in front of her, they鈥檇 travelled by some other means.
Nesta sat on a throne on an open topped litter, carried by two lithe creatures who were more shadow and smoke than real and whose feet never touched the ground. Nesta herself, bedecked with jewels, a tiara and clutching a sceptre, wore an expression of confusion.
Cassian followed on foot, wings tersely tucked in, heaving a trunk filled with gold, jewellery, silks, furs and bottles which wafted exotic scents.
Cassian glanced at them from the corner of his eye, 鈥淒on鈥檛 ask.鈥
鈥淚 thought we expected this to be a hostile negotiation?鈥
鈥淚 said don鈥檛 ask.鈥
鈥淲e still receive gifts on a monthly basis,鈥 Feyre said and slid to the floor to lay a barely awake Nyx on the soft furs - one of those aforementioned gifts. She traced a thumb on the arch of his foot and watched it curl, his lips smacking in contentment.
Feyre swore the floorboards underneath him adjusted to accommodate his shape.
鈥淒on鈥檛 you receive monthly gifts from Helion as well?鈥 Rhys asked. 鈥淥r did Cassian put a stop to that?鈥
鈥淐assian put a stop to that one,鈥 Az said.
鈥淒oesn鈥檛 Nesta still have the first gift though?鈥
Az groaned and placed his scarred hands over his eyes. 鈥淵es, and I cannot express how much upkeep it takes.鈥
Feyre smiled, 鈥淥h, I remember that one too.鈥
The shriek took Feyre by surprise and she leapt from her chair, readying herself for action. It was only seconds before she realised it wasn鈥檛 a shriek of pain but one of sheer, childlike joy.
Once again, her and Az were in the House and, once again, she hadn鈥檛 heard the arrival of the House鈥檚 other permanent occupants.
鈥淚n the name of the Mother,鈥 Az breathed and, in what was a familiar pattern, Feyre turned to where he was looking. This time, instead of Az looking towards the doorway, he was staring outwards at the windows.
Nesta, clad in her leathers and with windswept hair was sat astride a glorious white winged horse, her black leather a stark contrast to the white of the creature she sat upon.
鈥淪omeone find Gwen and Emerie! They need to know about this; they need to come here!鈥
With another shriek of joy and a gentle nudge to the horse鈥檚 sides Nesta rose higher, the wings of the horse flapping with enthusiasm, happy to appease its new owner.
There was a sigh from behind them and Feyre and Az turned. Cassian leant against the doorframe, fingers rubbing his temples.
鈥淐ass... isn鈥檛 that Helion鈥檚 last and most prized flying horse?鈥
鈥淧lease 鈥 do not ask.鈥
鈥淭hat thing is a nightmare,鈥 Az said, 鈥渋t eats everything, likes very few fae and can somehow find its way into the House in the dead of night. Do you know how terrifying it is to wake to find a winged horse hovering over you demanding sugar cubes while stealing your blanket? I can鈥檛 live like this.鈥
Feyre shot him a sympathetic smile while Rhys laughed. In the brief silence which followed, Feyre could hear the rhythmic banging echoing its way through the house.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 they done yet?鈥
鈥淒oesn鈥檛 sound like it.鈥
鈥淎t least it will be over soon.鈥
鈥淵ou think this is bad?鈥 Az said, 鈥淵ou weren鈥檛 here after the proposal with the Peregryn.鈥
To Feyre, the Dawn Court was one of the most beautiful. Its shades of gold and red weren鈥檛 bright or ostentatious but were the softer golds found in the rising sun, the reds not vermillion or scarlet but something akin to a dusky rose.
Every town held a thousand clock-towers, every hand matching perfectly, the chimes on the hour synching in a glorious song, calling to the skies in praise of a new day, of promises to be made, of joy to come.
The peace of that particular morning had been broken by the shouts of males, all raised in the ecstatic spirit of competition. Nothing violent or aggressive but it spoke to Feyre of knuckles and bone crunching all the same.
She鈥檇 pushed her way to the front of a crowd, the fae recognising her and making room for her to pass. A fighting circle had broken out in a section of the town square, cheers raising into the air as one of the fighters scored a blow.
In the circle stood two males, both tall and broad, barefooted and bare-chested. One had wings similar to the Pegasus which Nesta now owned, white and gold-feathered, and the other had wings as black as night, the rising sun highlighting veins and patches of amber.
A female was eagerly watching them, a female Feyre shoved past fae to move next to.
鈥淣esta! Why is Cassian sparring with a Peregryn?鈥
Nesta didn鈥檛 tear her eyes from the males. 鈥淪ome old nonsense about fighting for the right to take my hand.鈥
Cassian landed a punch to his opponent鈥檚 jaw, the crack reverberating through the air as the crowd cheered on.
Sweat trickled down Cassian鈥檚 own jaw and onto his neck. His muscles were strained, his abdomen contracting. As the fighters turned positions, his back faced Feyre, black tattoos against dark skin, his shoulder blades gleaming with oil.
Feyre glanced at Nesta who was dressed in a pale peach dress adorned with pearls, her hair up but with soft stands framing her face. She would have looked a wholesome picture of innocence if not for her darkening eyes.
鈥淪houldn鈥檛 you stop this?鈥
鈥淎re you going to?鈥
Nesta鈥檚 eyes flickered from the top of Cassian鈥檚 head down his back and then, as the fighter鈥檚 moved again, to his stomach where they lingered on the trail of hair leading down to the waistband of his trousers. She sighed.
鈥淎 few more minutes.鈥
Feyre blinked as if she could rid herself of the memory. 鈥淚 can only imagine.鈥
鈥淚f I didn鈥檛 visit the river house for dinner I would have starved. The House had to perform a deep clean.鈥
The walls shook in what was akin to a shudder.
鈥淭he bard was wholesome enough,鈥 Rhys said.
Az groaned, 鈥淎nd yet ridiculous.鈥
聽In a concerted effort to apologise to the Courts on behalf of the behaviour of some Inner Circle members during previous gatherings, Feyre and Rhys had invited the High Lords and their significant others to Starfall.
The House remained still, either curious as to who all the guests were or silently sulking that there were guests at all.
The tang of a rich red wine was on Feyre鈥檚 tongue, not from anything she had drunk, but from a stolen kiss from Rhys, under the night sky, in a moment solely theirs before it became everyone else鈥檚.
The night was filled with laughter and talking and Feyre slid into the embrace of her mate, content in the knowledge that Nyx slumbered underneath the watchful eye of the House鈥檚 nursery, a room which hadn鈥檛 existed before this very evening.
Her heart hurt, but in a good way, as though each chamber was bursting with a joy they couldn鈥檛 contain and her happiness spilled out into every corner of the rooftop.
Azriel was intently speaking with Nesta鈥檚 red-haired friend while Elain watched on from a distance, either not aware of, or ignoring, her own red-haired watcher.
Amren and Mor stood amongst another group, Mor鈥檚 golden hair cascading down her back like a waterfall and near the balcony was Cassian and Nesta, pressed side by side, hand in hand as they gazed upwards, Cassian pointing to a constellation.
Nesta glanced at him as he spoke, her face softening in a way Feyre never thought possible, a smile on her lips. When Cassian looked back at her, to check her understanding of what he was saying, he brought their intertwined hands up to his mouth, to kiss her fingertips.
Feyre smiled, all was well and all would continue to be well. That was until a voice, clear and resolute, spoke out into the crowd.
鈥淢y High Lords and Ladies and Paramor鈥檚, I am a bard from the Spring Court 鈥 famed as the best in all the Courts!鈥
Chatter drifted into murmurs as heads turned expectedly to the fae now standing in the centre. Feyre noted his lute fixed upon his waistband but the bard made no attempt to reach for it.
鈥淚 have travelled across the land, coming to the Court of the High Lord and High Lady of Night with one purpose and one purpose only 鈥 to serenade with tales of fortune and love!鈥
A ripple of anticipation broke out amongst the crowd to hear such songs and Feyre turned to Rhys. 鈥淒id you arrange this?鈥 but his face was twisted in confusion.
鈥淚 dedicate my melodies to one female, one who understands music as though her very bones were formed by the notes. My song to you, Lady Nesta and also my hand in marri-鈥
Feyre let out a sigh. 鈥淚 felt so sorry for the bard. He must have seen Nesta on one of her visits. To think, he spent all those weeks travelling on foot to arrive to the House and then Cassian threatens to dangle him from the roof.鈥
鈥淐assian did dangle him from the roof.鈥
鈥淣o one鈥檚 going to invite us to any more parties,鈥 said Rhys with a sorrowful sigh.
鈥淚 think we can handle an overly amorous high fae or two,鈥 Az said, 鈥渋t鈥檚 the demons which worry me.鈥
鈥淭hey鈥檙e no cause for concern,鈥 Rhys said with a wave of his hand. 鈥淚n fact, we have a valuable asset on our side. Drag Nesta in front of them and it tends to shut them up.鈥
Feyre frowned. 鈥淭hat is my sister you鈥檙e deciding to use as romantic bait. Besides, the issue we had with the Caligo demon was that it didn鈥檛 stop talking. There was such a mess.鈥
Screams filled Feyre鈥檚 ears as terrified Night Court citizens ran past her, almost a blur.
Tears streaked down terror-stricken faces as they grabbed the arms of their loved ones and scooped up children too small or young to so anything other than shiver and cry.
Cracks appeared in the ground beneath their feet, the cobbles of the street twisting and turning before jutting upwards like the jagged, sharpened edges of broken bone. The air was thick with acrid smoke which stung Feyre鈥檚 eyes causing them to stream with the tears she saw running down her people鈥檚 faces.
Rhys was to her right. Or that鈥檚 what she hoped. He had been standing but he鈥檇 gasped in pain and then she no longer saw him through the gaps in the cloud. When she managed to glimpse him, he was on his knees, thick red blood pouring down his face from a cut on his scalp.
Feyre choked back a sob and clambered over the rips in the earth to reach him.
Steel clashed with steel in the darkness, the shouts of Cassian and Azriel tearing through the blackness as they pressed forward. A shimmer of magic absorbed as much of the darkness away as it could and created a halo around the members of the Inner Circle.
Hands, strong and steady, circled Feyre鈥檚 waist and Nesta held her up, helped her over the torn earth.
鈥淚 am destroyer,鈥 the thing hissed. 鈥淚 am consumer, I am flesh ripper and soul tearer and I-鈥
It turned, watching them all, gloating in their misery and gorging itself fat on their pain. One of its bulbous eyes slid to where they stood, Feyre leaning into Nesta鈥檚 side. Her sister鈥檚 hair was dishevelled, her arms smeared with blood but Nesta鈥檚 eyes remained cold and hard upon the demon.
鈥淎nd I 鈥 oh, oh, you are spectacular.鈥
A roar ripped through the darkness; a bellowing from powerful lungs as the words of the creature reached the ears of all present.
鈥淎bsolutely fucking not!鈥
Cassian advanced from the void, red siphons blazing as though he were shrouded in flame. 鈥淚 am her mate; I am her husband and I suggest you put those sloping tongues back into your mouth or Mother help me...鈥
Feyre swallowed the rising bile. She tried not to think about the events of that night, though she didn鈥檛 know what was worse 鈥 that night or now, with the thumping above their heads gaining momentum.
鈥淗e got the job done,鈥 Rhys said and then smirked, 鈥渁nd he鈥檚 doing the same now from the sounds of it.鈥
鈥淩hys!鈥 Feyre admonished and placed her hand on Nyx鈥檚 stomach to calm herself. 鈥淲hy do you think he puts up with it?鈥 she asked Az.
鈥淲hat choice does he have? Besides, he loves and trusts her. There鈥檚 no one for him but her and no one for her but him.鈥
鈥淒isgusting,鈥 Rhys said with slight mockery to his tone.
鈥淣o,鈥 Feyre said, 鈥渨hat鈥檚 disgusting is the head in the corner.鈥 She eyed up the lump that had once been somethings head; the glassy eyes, the bloodied stump. She wouldn鈥檛 relish touching the thing but she would happily remove herself out of earshot of Nesta and Cassian鈥檚 post proposal love affirmation. 鈥淲here do I take it?鈥
鈥淭he House created a trophy room three doors down,鈥 Az said.
Anguis鈥 mouth hung open, razor sharp rotted teeth all lined up on display. Feyre felt a slither of pity. 鈥淚鈥檒l take it there.鈥
鈥淣o, Feyre darling, I鈥檒l do it.鈥
Feyre breathed a sigh of relief and nodded before turning to Az. 鈥淪hall we wait for them to be done? We need to discuss the next mission which is rather sensitive.鈥
Az shook his head, 鈥淣o, you may as well go home. It was a proposal so they鈥檙e not stopping until 鈥 what day is it now, Thursday? 鈥 they鈥檙e not going to be fit for purpose until Monday.鈥
Rhys, still lounging, stretched out into the space Feyre previously occupied. 鈥淲e can鈥檛 wait that long.鈥
鈥淒o you want to volunteer to interrupt them?
Feyre glanced between them both. 鈥淐assian did look rather sad.鈥
Azriel laughed again, the sound echoing throughout the room, his head thrown back. 鈥淒on鈥檛 pity Cassian, he knows what he鈥檚 doing.鈥
鈥淎nd Nesta falls for it?鈥
鈥淣o, she definitely doesn鈥檛 fall for it.鈥
鈥淏ut isn鈥檛 she in their chambers um...reassuring him?鈥
Feyre bit her lip, 鈥淪o surely...鈥
鈥淥h Mother,鈥 Az rubbed his hand across his face. 鈥淚t鈥檚 their form of twisted foreplay. When Nesta received a proposal from 鈥 well, I can鈥檛 remember which one, I came home early and almost went blind. Have none of you questioned the indoor swing?鈥
Feyre鈥檚 voice was quiet when she spoke, scooping up her son into her arms with haste. 鈥淚 thought they were creating an inside playground.鈥
鈥淎h,鈥 Az said, his voice soft, 鈥渘ot quite.鈥
The thumping reached its crescendo and blessedly, stilled.
鈥淥h, thank the Mother,鈥 Rhys said, 鈥渢hey鈥檙e done after all. Az, go retrieve them. We need to discuss the next mission.鈥
鈥淲hy me?鈥
鈥淵ou live here.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e the High Lord.鈥
Feyre looked around her, Nyx clutched in her arms. 鈥淚 think the floor is sloping us out towards the door.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think so Feyre, darling.鈥
鈥淣o really, the head - which you said you鈥檇 deal with by the way - is rolling away.鈥
Feyre wasn鈥檛 imagining what was happening, she鈥檇 passed under the entrance to the room, Rhys and Az鈥檚 chairs beginning to follow.
鈥淭his happens,鈥 Az said with a calmness Feyre didn鈥檛 feel. 鈥淯sually when they don鈥檛 want anyone to overhear the next part of their 鈥楴esta got proposed to again鈥 sex marathon.鈥
鈥淲hy? What could they now be planning that鈥檚 so much worse?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know,鈥 Az replied, 鈥渢he House always shuffles me out at this point. One time I was trying to prep my knives and almost stabbed myself in the eye.鈥
鈥淩ight,鈥 said Rhys, 鈥淚 think we can walk out of here without a sentient lump of stone forcing us to. Which,鈥 he said with an eye to the steepness of the floor angle, 鈥渋s completely within its鈥 right.鈥
Feyre nestled a snoring Nyx into one arm as Rhys helped her up. Az was already on his feet, out the door and into the hallway before he got flattened by an oversized, burgundy armchair.
He turned to them both.
鈥淪o, where鈥檚 the next mission to anyway? Where are you sending our glorious Lady Death and Lord of Bloodshed and can I sit it out?鈥
Feyre and Rhys exchanged glances. 鈥淚 think we might need you in attendance,鈥 Feyre said.
Az raised an eyebrow. 鈥淲ell, I know King Lascivus is causing some problems with his tithe but as long as you weren鈥檛 planning on sending us to his palace, it will be fine. He鈥檚 famous for his side hobby of trying to find a muse to depict as the Mother in his artworks. Borderline obsessed.鈥
Feyre cleared her throat, 鈥淪ounds like he鈥檚 fervently religiously devout.鈥
鈥淗ardly. The issue isn鈥檛 him trying to depict the Mother but that he鈥檚 spent centuries convincing everyone that she needs to be represented in her naked glory and I quote 鈥榳ith the petals of her flower fully opened.鈥欌 聽
Rhys coughed and moved fast down the hallway towards the roof entrance his wings already forming.
鈥淩hys!鈥 Feyre called out. 鈥淵ou know I can鈥檛 run when I鈥檓 holding the baby!鈥
Az鈥檚 voice was quiet. 鈥淔eyre?鈥
鈥淵ou know we love you,鈥 she said, not meeting his hazel eyes, 鈥渁nd you鈥檙e always welcome at the river house. For as long as you want, whether that鈥檚 weeks or months.鈥 Her voice dropped to a whisper, 鈥淚 swear on the Cauldron, if you need to you can stay for centuries.鈥
She turned and didn鈥檛 look back, picking up her own speed to follow Rhys, ignoring the quiver in Az鈥檚 tone.
鈥淲e love you Az,鈥 she shouted over her shoulder, propping Nyx into a position ready for flight as the House opened its doors to hasten her exit. 鈥淎lways remember that.鈥
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simpingfornestaarcheron24 days ago
Nessian month, day 2: sex toys 馃憖聽
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Two years after their mating ceremony, Nesta was still shocked by the intensity of her desire for Cassian. She thought that after officially accepting the bond and getting past the mating frenzy she would stop thinking about her mate every second of the day. Turns out she was wrong. Cassian was always on her mind, and everything she saw made her think of him. A tree? It reminded her of that time Cassian had eaten her out in the middle of the forest, her back leaning against a tree trunk for support, a leg thrown over his shoulder, and Cassian鈥檚 mouth feasting on her. A gust of wind? It reminded her of how good Cassian looked when he flew, windswept hair and big, beautiful wings spread wide. So naturally, when she rounded a corner of Velaris and found herself in front of a sexy shop, her mind immediately started picturing a bunch of different scenarios involving lacy lingerie and sex toys. She and Cassian had never gone beyond using handcuffs and blindfolds, and she couldn鈥檛 help but wonder what else they could play with in the bedroom. After staring at the window for a few minutes, she took a deep breath and walked into the shop.
聽Later that night, Nesta layed in bed, her head propped up on a few pillows as she watched Cassian get ready for bed. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair was still damp from the shower. She followed a drop of water run down his back and disappear into the towel, and decided she couldn鈥檛 wait any longer.
鈥淒o you remember our first time?鈥, she asked.
He turned his head towards her and gave her a quizzical look. 鈥淥f course I remember our first time, Nes.鈥
Now or never, Nesta. 鈥淒o you remember when I asked you what would happen if I wished to ride you, and you said-鈥
鈥淭hat I鈥檇 let you ride me into oblivion鈥, he finished for her, giving her a sultry look that had her thighs clench together.
鈥淲hat did you mean by it?鈥, she breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched him take slow, deliberate steps toward her.
鈥淭hat you could take me in every way you wished, Sweetheart鈥, he answered as he leaned down, bracing his hands on the mattress on each side of her body.
Nesta took a deep breath, then opened the top drawer of her bedside table, showing him her most recent purchase. She was nervous. What if she鈥檇 misunderstood him? What if he thought the reason why she wanted to try this was that their sex life didn鈥檛 satisfy anymore? Despite his cheerful and care-free attitude, Cassian was deeply insecure, and Nesta didn鈥檛 want to trigger those insecurities by making him doubt his ability to pleasure her between the sheets. Sex with Cassian was mind blowing, using toys was just a way for them to have fun and try something new, but if he didn鈥檛 want to use them she would be perfectly fine with it.
Cassian scanned her face, then suddenly burst out laughing, shaking his head. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e so cute when you blush like that.鈥澛
He kissed her cheek, her jaw, then brushed his lips to her ear as he whispered in a husky voice, 鈥淚 would love to be pegged by you, Sweetheart.鈥
A few minutes later they were both naked, Cassian laying on his back, lazily stroking himself as he watched Nesta fasten the strap on. She lost her focus a few times, eyes going to his cock on their own accord. She loved watching him pleasure himself, knowing it was her hand he imagined on him.聽Cassian watched her intently, hazel eyes glazed with lust.聽
Despite her nerves, Nesta couldn鈥檛 help but feel thrilled about what they were planning on doing. She was also extremely aroused, wetness pooling between her legs as she thought about fucking Cassian鈥檚 gorgeous ass. She loved his ass, and she would often grab it or slap it throughout the day, when no one was around. She was obsessed with the way his leathers hugged it perfectly, giving her the opportunity to ogle it when she watched him train. And when he wore a suit? The view was downright sinful. The feeling was mutual, because one of Cassian鈥檚 favorite activities was staring at her bottom. He wasn鈥檛 even subtle about it, not caring if they were alone or in a room full of people. When she rode him he always kneaded her cheeks in his powerful hands to guide her movements, and sometimes all it took for her to come was Cassian鈥檚 hand slapping her skin at the right moment.
鈥淩eady when you are, Sweetheart鈥 , he said.聽
Nesta climbed on top of him on all fours and kissed him, their lips locking in a well practiced but never boring dance. She moved down his neck before she could lose herself in his delicious mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin and making him moan. Cassian buried his hands in her hair with a sigh of pleasure, and she couldn鈥檛 help but lick his gorgeous abs, the taste of his skin like the sweetest nectar. Once she reached his cock she briefly took the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, and Cassian鈥檚 hips jerked off the bed, the most delicious sounds coming from his parted lips. She kept teasing him, until he pulled gently at her hair to signal he wanted to taste her mouth again. She went willingly, kissing him deeply and biting his lower lip.聽
Cassian always kissed like he was trying to drink her in, as if every kiss could be their last and he needed to memorize the feeling of her mouth on his. Even when his lips ghosted over hers in the softest brush the feeling was always intense, so incredibly good that Nesta thought all she needed to survive was the air stolen from her mate鈥檚 lungs. She dragged her mouth away from his before she could forget all about pegging and sank down on him instead.
鈥淩oll over, General Archeron鈥 , she teased.
He laughed and grabbed her face to steal another kiss. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e so fucking hot when you order me around鈥, he said onto her lips, then laid on his stomach like she told him to.
Nesta straddled his thighs and started trailing kisses down his spine, paying special attention to the patch of skin between his shoulder blades where his wings met his back. As she expected, Cassian soon started moaning and squirming underneath her, searching for any kind of friction on his hard lenght. Nesta chuckled and smoothed her hands down his wings once, twice, then took pity on him and stopped touching the sensitive membrane. She leaned down and kissed his ass cheeks, biting down gently on one of them and making him yelp in surprise, then picked a bottle of lube from the bedside table and poured a generous amount on her finger, slowly making her way towards his hole and lightly massaging the ring of muscles around it until they relaxed slightly.
She spread more liquid around his entrance, savoring the way his breathing changed every time her digit grazed the skin around it. 鈥淭ell me if I鈥檓 hurting you, okay?鈥
He nodded, and Nesta kissed the back of his neck while slowly easing one finger inside him, only to the first knuckle. Cassian let out a breathy noise, and his wings rustled slightly.
鈥淥kay?鈥, she asked, watching his face closely for any sign of discomfort.
鈥淵es. More.鈥 , he breathed.聽
Nesta chuckled and licked the shell of his ear, slowly pumping her finger in and out of him until she could slide it in all the way, then, encouraged by Cassian鈥檚 small sounds of pleasure, added a second digit. This time he let out a throaty groan that made her core tighten.
鈥淔eels good?鈥, she murmured in his ear.
鈥淔eels amazing, sweetheart鈥, he breathed, and it was all the incentive she needed to lose some of her gentleness and start pumping her fingers a little faster, curling them slightly and making a come hither motion, pressing down on a little spot which made him whimper and moan even louder. Nesta kept kissing his cheek, the back of his neck, and the spot between his wings as she pumped and curled her fingers repeatedly, enjoying his soft whimpers.聽
Before Cassian, when she used to sleep with a different person every night, the growls and groans of the males she bedded were only a reminder that the man underneath her wasn鈥檛 the one she really wanted. Even worse, she hated when they were trying to hold back their moans as if they were afraid of being vocal, probably because they stupidly thought moaning would somehow make them seem less masculine. The idea of using sex toys with them hadn鈥檛 even crossed her mind. They required too much foreplay and a great deal of vulnerability, and until Cassian she鈥檇 never liked either. But with him things were different, every sensation heightened, every feeling multiplied by infinite, and she wanted to experience everything.聽
The sounds he made went straight to her core, and the more his pleasure increased the more wetness pooled between her legs. The terrifying General Commander of the Night Court, reduced to a bubbling, whimpering mess. She had him wrapped around her finger on a daily basis, but this was something else. It made her feel powerful, desirable, beautiful, and sexy as hell.
鈥淣es, if you keep that up I-聽 fuck鈥, he bubbled, words muffled by the pillow.
Nesta chuckled as she kept pumping her fingers in and out. 鈥淲hat do you want, General?鈥, she teased, curling her digits near that particular spot, but not quite touching it.
鈥淚 want my wife to fuck me鈥, he ground out.
Only then Nesta removed her fingers from his body, picked up the lube again, and coated the shaft of the dido with a generous amount of product.
鈥淕et on your hands and knees鈥, she said, and it felt weirdly good to be the one to say it instead of the other way around.
Cassian did as he was told, and fuck if she didn鈥檛 enjoy the sight of him like that. She got on her knees behind him and smoothed a hand down his back, then grabbed his hips like he usually did before entering her. The thought made her want to touch her clit and pleasure herself to the memory of it. Instead, she widened her legs and positioned herself at his entrance. 鈥淚鈥檓 going to go slowly, okay baby?鈥
鈥淣o need sweetheart, go as hard as you want.鈥
鈥淎re you sure you can handle me?鈥, she teased, as she tightened her hold on his hips.
鈥淔uck, that鈥檚 hot. Give it to me, Nes.鈥
Nesta chuckled and put some more lube around his hole, teasing him a bit, but before he could say anything she sheathed herself deep inside him in one fluid motion.
鈥淥h fuck鈥, he ground out. Gods, she would do anything to see his face in this moment.
She kept still, giving him time to adjust, but Cassian didn鈥檛 seem to be experiencing any kind of discomfort. In fact, through the bond she could feel that he was enjoying this. A lot.
鈥淵ou can move now鈥, he groaned.
Having never done this before, it took a few moments for her to get the rhythm right. Cassian lowered himself on his forearms and widened his knees, groaning as the shift of both their hips allowed Nesta to go even deeper.聽It was a huge turn on that he was so comfortable with his body and that he trusted her so much. What they were doing felt natural and incredibly hot, and as he moaned and writhed she was dripping wet and about to come from sheer excitement. She tightened her hold on his hip with one hand while the other smoothed down his back possessively and pushed him into the mattress.
鈥淣esta鈥, he gasped out as she quickened her thrusts, his hips pushing back slightly to seek even more stimulation.鈥滺arder.鈥
鈥淗arder? Is that what you want?鈥, she asked in a husky tone. She loved that he was being so vocal. It was really doing it for her, and she was already fantasizing about the next time they would do this, maybe with Cassian laying on his back so that she could see his face. The only thing that would make this even more perfect would be capturing his lips with hers and swallow his moans. To make up for it she bent over, hovering over him, and began leaving open-mouthed kisses on the small of his back and every place she could reach while still keeping the rhythm of her thrusts. Her harness slightly rubbed against her clit, not enough to send her over the edge but just enough to stimulate her, and she was sure that the slightest brush of Cassian鈥檚 fingers on her bundle of nerves would make her see stars. Nesta quickened the thrusts of her hips and she felt him clench around the dildo, the sensation making her gasp in surprise.
鈥淚鈥檓 close鈥 , he moaned. He was a begging, desperate mess, his cock leaking from the tip.聽
Only when his legs started shaking did Nesta reach down to stroke him, mirroring the movement she made with her hips and circling the sensitive head of his cock with her thumb. Her actions pulled a deep groan from his chest, and she felt it reverberate through her core. It only took a few pumps of her hand to send Cassian over the edge. He called out her name as his climax tore through him, his release coating her hand and the sheets underneath him. From the way his body was trembling she could tell his orgasm was strong, and she caressed his back as he kept murmuring her name over and over, white knuckled hands clutching the pillow.
Nesta waited for his breathing to get back to normal before slowly pulling out and laying down next to him, seeing his face for the first time since they had started this. Well, only half of it, because he had lowered his hips to the mattress but was still lying on his stomach, part of his face buried in the pillow. He looked sated, content. Nesta reached out to caress his skin with the back of her hand, lightly swatting his ass and making him laugh.
Still smiling, Cassian climbed on top of her and removed the strap on. 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 come. Let me fix that鈥, he said, and cupped her sex with a hand while lowering his mouth on hers.
She immediately parted her lips, tongue seeking his and hands burying in his silky hair. A few brushes of Cassian鈥檚 thumb on her clit were enough to make her cry out, burying her head in his neck and biting down on his shoulder to muffle her scream. Her climax had been building up since she鈥檇 started thrusting into him, and it was as strong as she had imagined. Cassian held her through it until her mouth released his shoulder. A mark was already starting 聽to form on his skin, and she soothed the small hurt with her tongue. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her mouth, murmuring sweet nothings onto her skin. His cheeks were flushed, hazel eyes bright, and Nesta was once again taken aback by how perfect he was.
鈥淒id you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?鈥, he asked, looking down at her.
鈥淚 should be asking you this question鈥, she laughed, playfully kneading his ass.
Cassian pinched her hip, making her squirm. 鈥淵ou know I did, witch. I want to know about you.鈥
鈥淚 loved it. Definitely one of the best ideas I鈥檝e ever had, if I do say so myself.鈥
His deep laugh made her stomach do a little flip. 鈥淭hen we should do it again sometimes.鈥
He lowered his head and kissed her again, a soft brush of his lips on hers.聽鈥淎nd maybe one day it will be my turn to play with your tight little ass.鈥
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naturallystupidforyoua month ago
Cassian , Azriel and Rhysand mated to the same girl fic?
.銉汇倻-: 鉁 :- cassian, azriel, rhysand x reader
猸掆潈.鉁:鈻 being mated to them headcanons
they stood utterly silent, their hearts beating in their ears as the priestess confirmed what they already knew
it was impossible. nothing like this had happened before鈥
"it's rare," the priestess said, her voice dripping with the knowledge she held. "but it's happened. most times, the males never cross paths. most times, the female chooses and war breaks out," cassian sucks in a sharp breath, shifting on his feet with his arms crossed, "and what are we supposed to do now? hope the bond doesn't drive us mad when our mate is fucking the other in front of us?" the priestess sucked in a low sigh. "that'll be between the three of you and her,"
they return to velaris without answers, the air between them is tense and silent
azriel found a place near the window, biting his lip as he glanced outside, "they'll come by tonight. we should explain,"
so they waited until you, their mate, arrived at the cusp of dusk, apologies fluttering out of your mouth as you sat down a loaf of banana bread from the bakery on the counter
"what did you need to talk about?" cassian could hear the nerves in your voice, the way you wrung your hands. he raises his own hand, "nothing bad," beside him, rhysand snorted. "not bad for you, anyway,"
how could you find this horrible? to cassian, it was unimaginable. he'd always wanted a mate, always dreamed of finding his. granted by the cauldron, you were given three
three who had already proven to care for you. they would love you 鈥 whoever you chose. they would try to respect your choice
rhysand leads you to the couch, carefully, as if he were speaking to a child, he explained what they learned. how you were theirs
theirs and only theirs. no matter who you chose, you still belonged to them all鈥
your eyes had been void, nothing showing you cared or even understood, "i have to choose one?" you asked. they nodded, each refusing to look at the other, "and if i said i didn't want any of you?"
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iniya2606a month ago
So I have a theory for all the acotar and crescent city fans out there.
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She exploded from that mortal shell, light blinding us. Light and fire.
She was roaring鈥攊n victory and rage and pain.
And I could have sworn I saw great, burning wings, each feather a simmering ember, spread wide. Could have sworn a crown of incandescent light floated just above her flaming hair. She paused. The thing that was inside Amren paused. Looked at us鈥攁t the battlefield and all of our friends, our family still fighting on it. As if to say, I remember you.
Someone commented under this Instagram post- "This is giving me Archangel vibes and idk what to do"
So, what if the world that Amren is REALLY from is actually Crescent City and then she came to Velaris. She is possibly the "7th sister" from the city. And she never discloses what world she is from to anyone in acotar and tells that if Nesta plays the harp, she can travel between dimensions. What if she IS from one of the dimensions?
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hellacioushag28 days ago
I keep thinking about how weird the narrative that Lucien is pressuring Elain or forcing himself on her is. Cause like鈥o.
Lucien declined to live in Velaris because he was giving his mate the space she needs
Lucien has never forced her to talk about the bond in the 2+ years they鈥檝e been aware of it
He doesn鈥檛 force his presence on her, he accepts an invitation from his friend to spend the holidays with everyone
He brings her thoughtful gifts from the things he鈥檚 learned about her in an attempt to show her he鈥檚 making an effort to try and get to know her
He constantly makes it a point not to overcrowd her so he only pops into Velaris for work or holiday events he鈥檚 invited to. He doesn鈥檛 push her to be near him all the time. I know point 1 and 3 are the same thing, but I feel this needs to be said multiple times since people keep pushing the narrative he鈥檚 forcing his presence on her.
Lucien has his own shit going on outside of Elain. He is working with the Band of Exiles on human-fae relations, he鈥檚 trying his best to help where he can in the Spring Court, he and Jurian are trying to help Vassa with her curse鈥 not to mention the shit he鈥檚 unaware of like papa helion, his potential high lord powers, Beron working for Koschei, Eris (and LadyA?) trying to assassinate Beron鈥 the guy has a lot going on and he鈥檚 just trying to make it through the day. He is not sitting around in the human lands trying to come up with ways to force his presence onto Elain. He鈥檚 a respectful and patient guy.
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rhys-daarling2 months ago
Rhys stared up at the night sky. He had been up here for a while already, but after 50 years under a mountain, this view would never tire him.
鈥淭here he is鈥 came his mates voice, he turned his head slightly, seeing her standing in the doorway, holding Nyx in her arms.
He inhaled once , taking in the smell of the two of them.
In his dark moments, he remembered how tight his lungs had felt, suffocating in that stagnant air for all those years. As an Illyrian and High Lord of the Night Court, that air had been torture unto itself.
鈥淪ay hi dada鈥 Feyre cooed to Nyx, waving her hand and pointing at Rhys.
Nyx babbles and flung his hands up, bouncing.
鈥淲hy did you disappear鈥 Feyre asked, coming to stand at her mates side.
Rhys swallowed and smiled down at Nyx.
鈥淚 needed a minute鈥. Sat amongst his family, listening to them laugh and tease, the scent of his mate wrapped around him, it had all been too much.
For 50 years he had been alone, clinging to the faces of his family. Sat surrounded by them today, he needed to remind himself that this was real.
鈥淚 needed some air鈥 he looked into her eyes as Nyx wrapped his small first around his fathers finger, babbling animatedly.
Thought for a thought. Came her voice in his head.
He gave a small laugh, blowing a raspberry onto Nyx cheek, to his sons utter delight.
I came out here to remind myself this isnt a dream. That I鈥檓 really in a room full of people i love. That I鈥檓 not still under that mountain.
Tears brimmed in Feyre鈥檚 eyes, and Rhys kissed her temple.
Nyx squeeled and Rhys gave a small laugh.
鈥淥h I could never forget about you mister鈥 he grinned, grabbing Nyx and holding him above his head, grinning wider as Nyx continued to laugh and squeal.
Feyre pressed into his side, wrapping her hands around his waist.
鈥淩hys鈥 Feyre鈥檚 voice was hoarse, tears still lining her eyes.
I came out here to remind himself that you鈥檙e all real. That I鈥檓 free. That I was sat with my mate by my side and my beautiful baby boy in my arms.
鈥淚 have an idea鈥 she whispered, stroking Nyx鈥檚 hair as Rhys cuddled him into his chest.
Rhys felt the wind shift, his eyes widened as he saw Feyre鈥檚 wings appear.
鈥淵ou once told me about you and your mother flying togther, I thinks it鈥檚 time we carry on that tradition鈥 she swallowed, clearing her head of tears.
Her smile softened, as she watched tears brim Rhys鈥檚 eyes too. She took a step, and hovered in the air.
Rhys exhaled a breath. I love you Feyre darling.
鈥淗ere we go Nyx鈥 he looked into his sons eyes, as he took off into the air.
He tightened his arms around Nyx, feeling his heart warm as Nyx bounced, his laughter helping looses the tight fist around his heart.
鈥淟ook, look at mama!鈥 Rhys pointed to a Feyre, and for a moment his breathe caught. Against the backdrop of velaris, shining in the stars and moonlight, she looked like an angel. His angel.
鈥淗i baby!鈥 Feyre called out, and they both glided across Velaris, swooping and dropping to Nyx鈥檚 endless amusement.
Nyx鈥檚 own wings twitched, as if his very blood called out for him to fly too.
They soared across velaris, dropping low and letting the water of the rainbow spray Nyx, his little legs kicking in utter glee.
鈥淟ook at the lights Nyx鈥 Feyre spoke softly, Nyx jumped animatedly, seeing the lights sparkle and glimmer, his random babble so animated, looking into his fathers eyes as if to ensure he saw it all too.
鈥淐ome here Feyre鈥 Rhys called, and his mate hovered in front of him, wrapping her arms around Rhys neck, Nyx nestled between the two of them.
Rhys pressed a kiss to Nyx鈥檚 neck, and then kissed Feyre too.
鈥淚f I could exist in a single moment forever, it would be this one right here鈥 he inhaled the scent of Nyx鈥檚 hair, the baby so bouncy and happy both parents couldn鈥檛 help but smile at him.
鈥淚f I had to trade all my powers for it, for the ability to live like this, I would, without hesitation鈥.
鈥淭he two of you鈥 another kiss to Nyx鈥檚 head, and two to kiss away the tears on Feyre鈥檚 cheeks 鈥渢he two of you are the reason my heart still beats鈥. He swore solemnly, hoping his mate understood how she was his entire life.
You owe me a thought Feyre darling .
I鈥檓 thinking, that I鈥檇 give up my powers in a heartbeat to make you see what I see. To make you realise how lucky me and nyx and the rest of our family are to have you.
Nyx let out a garbled cry, so Rhys, tightening his hold on Nyx and banked suddenly to the side, making his son laugh.
Nyx looked so happy in that moment, the laugh that erupted from him so pure that Rhys vowed he would do everything in his power to ensure his son always had that look on his face.
Some time later, after they had circled Verlaris a few dozen times, Feyre mused 鈥淚 think it鈥檚 time we got him home鈥 watching Nyx鈥檚 eyes droop as he snuggled into Rhys鈥檚 chest.
Rhys stroked Nyx鈥檚 cheek 鈥淟et鈥檚 go home鈥 he agreed.
As they flew back, with his son in his arms and his mate beside him, Rhys sent a silent thank you to the stars, for the human girl he鈥檇 met in the woods. For not only giving him his freedom, but for every moment she had given him since.
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chartermagic2 years ago
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Another in my travel poster inspired pieces. The City of Velaris from the 'A Court of Thorns and Roses' series of books by Sarah. J. Maas.
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