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acotarxreader · 1 year ago

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Stress Relief

Azriel X Reader

Synopsis: Working for the Night Court has become near impossible with Azriel determined to drive you out the door but can a camping trip arranged by Rhys smooth things over.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, frenemies to lovers, lots of dialogue, if you see a typo no you didn't

A/N: Hehe this kinda long but I wanted to keep the chaos to one part. I'm finding writing since Other Worlds a bit stressy so I think posting this nonsense will help with that and we can return to out regularly scheduled programming. Let me know what you think!

Requests open! (I am working on your Cass request if you see this anon👀 )

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“YN you need to fucking relax”

“I suggest that you keep quiet Azriel if you'd like to keep your head attached to your shoulders” Azriel rolled his eyes at you from the couch as you paced up and down, trusty list in hand.

“I’m just saying you’ll give yourself a heart attack”

“Hey! Do you want me to add your name to this list!”

“Az would only want to be on it if it's your To Do list” A pillow flew from alongside Azriel right at Cassian as he howled.

“I’ll relax once we get there”

“Why do you get so fucking neurotic when it comes to travelling?”

“Why are you so fucking anno-”

“Okay okay stop it you too! We promised Feyre no fighting on Rhy’s big camping trip, she’s already upset Elain won’t come, just don’t add to her stress” You and Azriel groaned like scolded children at Cassian’s words. You counted the bags again, checking off your list as you went. Azriel stood to grab his bag, coming chest to chest with you before pushing past.

“I’m flying ahead because I can’t be around her uptight ass anymore”

“Aw you look at my ass” you smiled sarcastically as Cassian laughed in the background.

You all finally arrived deep within the woods of the Night Court, luggage crashing down around the group. You couldn’t stop thinking that you had forgotten everything, glancing from the list to the pile repeatedly, your friends happily unpacking. The night had already begun to creep in, Azriel and you delaying the group by fighting about which was the fastest route to take. You busied yourself fixing up some of the tents as Azriel dug through the pile of bags in search of his own.

“YN, what’s the plan for us sleeping together?”

“Excuse me?” you deadpaned to Azriel.

“Sor-Sorry I meant the plan for sleeping?” he quickly corrected himself, his shadows doing their best to cover his rosie cheeks.

“Well, Feyre & Rhysand, Cassian & Nesta, Amren & Mor and then I guess you and Lucien and then I get my own tent” you beamed, shaking a sleeping bag from its case.

“Funny how that worked out isn't it” he remarked and you rolled your eyes but the group agreed to the sleeping arrangements, with further prodding for Lucien to agree.

You gathered around the fire, feasting on the fire-roasted food Cassian did his best not to cremate, trading life stories in pure unadulterated ease, everything Rhysand had wanted for this trip. You swaddled yourself deeply into your sleeping bag as the fire began to sink beneath its tinder.

“Do you regret leaving Summer Court for us YNN?”

“I think I love the Night Court more than I ever could Summer” You smiled in reply to Cassian, your eyes flashing to Rhysand briefly before he launched into his favourite Tarquin story, Azriel noticing the fleeting glance seemingly tinged with an element of sadness.

“You like it even though being an emissary to the Seasonal Courts clearly makes you want to pull your hair from your head?” Azriel whispered to you.

“You and your antics are the only thing that causes me to do that, I seriously think you need a refresher training on diplomacy” you bit back to his sharp whisper. You had shared the job with Lucien but soon found yourself taking on the brunt of the work as Lucien was lost in Elain.

“You need to stop being so uptight seriously, I think you need to be fucked or something, anything to get you to relax” Your head whipped towards him, the group laughing at Rhysand's story, choosing to ignore the two of you, assuming it was an argument. You huffed out in disgust at Azriel, he watched your chest release the full capacity of air from your lungs before taking another deep breath. You shuffled slightly in the sheet, wrapping the sleeping bag tighter around yourself and facing back towards the fire. It was then Azriel realised he was fully staring at your chest.

“I didn't…I didn't mean that I want to be the one to….fuck you…I meant …”

“Just stop talking Az” you scoffed, choosing to listen to Rhysand instead as Azriel mentally cursed himself for losing his edge over you. The fire sank until it went out, the laughter from the group lighting the forest.

“Okay, it's like 2am, time for bed kids especially if we’re going for the hike tomorrow” Rhysand stood, pulling a sleepy Feyre to her feet. The group said their good nights as you climbed into your canvas home. You stretched along the fabric floor and sank into sleep easily, tired from the day as you balled up in your opened-out sleeping bag.

“Hey! YNN! Wake up!”

“I swear to the Gods you better be a super polite Naga about to rip my head off otherwise you’ll wish you were” you breathed out without opening your eyes, the sound of your tent zip worse than a blaring alarm to your sleepy state.

“It’s Az, I need to sleep in here, push over” he collapsed next to you without invitation, your hand sailing outwards to clock him flat into the chest with a thud.

“Az, what the fuck? It's like 3am, get the fuck out we’re not braiding one another's hair!” you whisper-shouted at him while you sat up.

“Lucien is snoring like he’s trying to deafen me and I don’t fancy interrupting Mor and Amrens beauty sleep and as for the mates, I don’t need to explain why I don’t want to go in there” you sighed at him as he gave you a look that said he wasn’t going anywhere. You sank back into the canvas, Azriel pulling the sleeping bag from you.

“Az” you bit out.

“I’m not going to freeze to death because you’re a blanket thief”

“You’re going to find yourself on the other side of the zip if you don’t go to sleep” you said, rolling into the slack of the sleeping bag, pulling it fully from Azriel. He almost grunted at the action, catching the end and whipping it from under you, sending you rolling into the wall of the tent.

“Az!” you barked and he raised his hands up in surrender. You sank beneath the cover again, moving closer to Azriel to spread the sleeping bag more evenly. Azriels eyes fixed on the mesh vents on the tent roof, the sound of the night filling the tent.

“Do you ever think you’ll go back to the Summer Court?” Azriel broke the silence that filled the tent, you sighed before replying.

“If you keep being a prick then maybe” you deflected the question successfully.

“I’m a prick because I care” You laughed at his joking tone, rolling to your side to face him more, hands tucked in under your cheek.

“As much stress as you and Cass and your antics cause me, which is a lot might I add, I would find it very hard to leave you freaks” you half laughed, eyes still heavy.

“We’d miss you” he admitted

“I mean who would keep your secrets from one another if not me” you teased.

“What secrets?” you tapped the side of your nose lazily and Azriel nudged you slightly in annoyance at your grin.

“Fine fine emmm.... Cass is the one who told all those females in the Rita's where to find you when you were home” you yawned into a light laugh. Azriel felt annoyance grow in him at this revelation, that had caused him months of being harassed by all sorts from every walk of life.

“I swear I’m going t-”

“Just leave it Shadowsinger” you gave a small laugh, grabbing his hand as he went to leave the nest you’d both made, pulling him back down and forgetting to let go, you lost your fight to sleep then, entirely drifting back off. Azriel glanced at you sleeping peacefully next to him and found himself surprised at enjoying holding your hand beneath the sleeping bag.

Azriel stayed awake for half an hour, staring up at the canvas above him, torn between the growing pain in his shoulder and not wanting to let go of your hand. The nerves felt like they were screaming as the muscles went dead in his arm, an idea coming to him. He quickly rolled towards you while releasing your hand and grabbing the other but he greatly misjudged the distance, sending his head straight into yours. You almost immediately dropped his hand to place it on the bump growing on your head, Azriel feeling regret for waking you but more so for letting you go.

“You're such a freak Shadowsinger” You laughed half asleep before rolling in closer to him and draping your arm across his waist, pulling yourself closer to him softly, resting your head between the pillow and his chest. Azriel felt such an unfamiliar level of comfort at the movement but also a new level of confusion.

You moved from next to him then, leaning on your elbow to prop yourself up and look at him as puzzled as he looked at you.

“Sorry I-I don't know why I did that”

“Emm it’s okay YN…it was actually kinda comfortable…I’m ok-ay if you’re okay with it” he spoke the words with caution and you found a sigh of relief leave you that you didn’t know you had. You rolled away from Azriel to face the tent wall, his face slightly greying with nerves, had he been vulnerable to the wrong person? He braced for your rejection only for it not come, instead you shuffled slightly down and laid your back flat into his chest. Azriel cautiously moved his arm across your waist, only to have you catch hold of his hand and move it across faster, forgetting to release his hand again.

Azriel nestled his chin on top of your head, pulling you in as close as he could as you both tangled your legs together. He felt so entirely comforted by how close you were to him…too close he thought suddenly. He shuffled in the bed a little to try to hide the part of him betraying any sense of secrecy he had about his changing feelings towards you. You just moved back to where you were, leaving him no place to hide. Azriel felt your whole body smirk against him as you traced little circles along the back of his hand with your thumb, he hated how you were winning.

“You’re not hard for me to read Azriel” he definitely heard the smirk from you. He refused to let you win, he tried to push the embarrassment from his voice before speaking again-

“Well I hardly think that's surprising, I already told you what I think needs to happen for you to relax” he barely whispered, your body's turn to stiffen in the bed alongside him, he smiled with the point he won.

Azriel slowly moved to hover his mouth above your neck, both so still in the movement that he could almost see the hairs on your neck stand on their end. He gave little thought to his next movement, now acting on his instinct as he met your neck almost painfully softly. He kissed you there until you found your neck flexing to allow him more access. A betraying soft moan of approval escaped you as Azriel smiled into the nips he gave you, gaining a further point advantage.

You couldn’t let him hold the win for long as you began to push yourself into his growing length, a low growl escaping him before he reburied himself in your neck, more feverishly this time. Your hand wrapped tighter around his as you began to grind into him, encouraging him further. You rolled onto your back, Azriel now almost hovering over you and moved without thinking. He leaned down and met his lips with yours. Electric, you were electrifying one another. This night was going further than you both thought it would. Sex was one thing but kissing someone like that and feeling such overwhelming desire as a result was another thing. You both separated almost surprised at the waves of confusion mixed with yearning.

“I-I didn’t mean to… I shouldn’t have…” Azriel didn’t know what he was saying, almost begging you with his eyes to say anything.

“I-” you were cut off by the sound of Lucien's loud sneeze from across the fire pit causing you both to almost jump. It hit you both then what you were about to do, with all your friends mere metres away.

“Night Azriel” was all you found yourself saying before rolling back to face the wall of the tent, not taking his arm with you. Azriel cursed in his head before lying back down on the canvas. He didn’t sleep for the rest of the night, the thought of what could have been controlling his thoughts. He didn’t think you were asleep either but didn’t challenge you on it, what had you both done?

You rolled over to find the space next to you empty as the sun leaked in the thin canvas the next morning. You ran your hands down your face, cursing your actions from the night previous. You got dressed haphazardly, removing a mirror from your pack to braid your hair back, your eyes falling on deep maroon markings on the side of your neck. You traced them gently with your fingertips, a small smile escaping you at the memory.

“YN! Get up! We’re leaving in 10” Cassian's voice accompanied him banging on the top of your tent, chasing your smile away. You ran your hands through the loose braid, separating it out again to cover the evidence of your lapse in judgment.

You hauled yourself out through the soft door once you were dressed to find your friends all laughing at one of Cassian's stories, ready and waiting for you to set off. Your eyes landed on Azriel as he tilted his head back laughing before his eyes met yours, he almost instantly tore them from you and looked back to Cassian.

The group set off bounding along the mountain in total ease, Nesta winding Rhysand up ahead of you and Cassian.

“So YN…you gonna tell me why Az won’t look at you?”

“How am I supposed to read that pain in the ass’s mind?” you replied almost too quickly to him as he raised an eyebrow, catching your hand and helping you up a steeper part of the path. You looked at the back of Azriel’s head ahead of you as he lead the group along the path to the waterfall.

“Hmm likely story YN and tell me why I could have sworn I heard Az leave your tent this morning?” he couldn’t bury the teasing tone as you sighed.

“Lucien was snoring so Azriel just stayed in my tent, no big deal” You could see the thoughts race through Cassian’s grinning face, you tilted your head slightly forward, ensuring the truth was still covered by your hair.

“Interesting, I don’t know Lucien to be a snorer” He gave a small laugh as you raised your eyebrow, only getting a playful shake of the Illyrian's head in return. A sudden slap of mud met the side of Cassian's face.

“That’s for Rita’s!“ Azriel shouted back the path, his hand having just released the ball of mud.

“You told him YN!” Cassian’s head snapped to you as you howled with laughter.

“Must have slipped out?” you tried your best to lie, only to have the broad male throw you over his shoulder as you screamed in hysterics. He ran with you, the group all roaring laughing as they followed. You suddenly couldn’t feel Cassian under you as he flung you from his arms, landing with a splash into the large lake.

“Cassian! I’m going to kill you!” you shrieked, the cold water bursting through you sending power coursing. You sent a tendril of water, playfully pulling Cassian from where he stood straight into the water alongside you, the group following suit in fits of laughter, leaving Azriel to watch from the rocks. Azriels eye caught the slight glimpse of his handiwork beneath your soaked hair, a pang of pride beating through him then replaced by panic. A shadow met the side of your face, draping your hair back to cover the markings. You looked towards Azriel and found yourself laughing at the action, he returned a smile.

After a day of hiking and swimming and being a bunch of fools, you all came back to the campsite ready to feast on whatever you could scrounge up.

“Okay everyone, it’s time to announce the reason behind this little trip” Rhysand announced to his family gathered around the roaring fire.

“Well, as you know, YN has been with us now for some months now-”

“Unfortunately” you hit Azriel into the chest at his sarcasm.

“Anyways-” Rhysand threw a warning glance “-YN has helped to negotiate many our trade agreements and cleaned up many of our messes-” Cassian raised a glass to you at Rhysands words, the group laughing “-But anyway, I’m sorry to announce that I have failed as your High Lord in convincing her to stay with us” the group turned to face you in almost shock.

“I know everyone I said-”

“-You said you wouldn’t leave” Azriel cut across you, semblances of pain dripping from his quick words.

“I know Az but-”

“-No, you said you wouldn’t leave” his words turned to tones of anger, the group looking amongst themselves, feeling as though they were intruding.

“Yes but Az, I’m needed at home, they’re still recovering from Amarantha and Tarquin needs m-”

“-But I- I mean we need you!” He stood from the log to look down at you, your sad eyes meeting his. Suddenly aware of the scene he was making he dissolved into shadow as you tried to call after him.

“I better go-”

“No Cass, I'll go” you winnowed out of the clearing.

Azriel crashed into his room in the House of Wind. Mixtures of emotions spinning in his head like the shadows around his heels.

“Az” he whipped around to see you stood with your hands up chest level in surrender.

“Here to pack your bags?” he chewed out.

“Oh fuck off Azriel, don’t actually pretend you want me to stay” you matched his tone.

“And why do you say that?” he snapped back.

“Because you’re the reason I’m leaving!” he took a small step back in shock at your sharp admission. He sat down on the edge of his bed, brow furrowing in thought.

“What have I done to you?”

“What haven’t you done!? You go out of your way to make my job difficult, every motion I put forward you try to shoot down, you’re constantly following me watching every move I make waiting me to fuck up! Now you have what you want, I’m leaving!” you paced up and down in front of him, releasing the tension you held in your shoulders.

“I don’t want you to leave” he sounded almost offended that you thought so.

“What?”

“You really think I want you to leave…especially after last night” he stood from the bed, stepping in front of you to stop your pacing.

“I thought that especially after last night you’d want me to leave” You half laughed.

“At least I guess I’ve given you something to remind you of me” he gave the smallest smile, his hand sweeping your hair off your shoulder to look at his busy work as you felt yourself blush.

“Don’t leave YN, who would I play with?”

“Cass maybe” you grinned, something seemingly darkening in his eyes.

“I don’t want to fuck him” he breathed out.

“That’s not what Rhys told me” You laughed again before noticing his serious eyes.

“Please don’t leave me YN”

“And what will I tell Tarquin?” you chuckled, unsure what to do with Azriels edgy tone. His hand found yours, hazel eyes fixated on you.

"Tell him you're preoccupied" "With what exactly" he moved closer to you with your words ever so slightly rattling out of you.

“Az if we kiss…this might become more than what either of us wants”

"What if its what we both want?" he was mere millimetres from you now, unable to fight against this magnetic force pulling you forward. Something bubbling between you both, the electricity coursing through the space between you both again as you kissed so sweetly. Your eyes snapped open to find his eyes meeting yours, gently pulling back from one another. Mate. Mate. Mate.

“YN- you’re my-”

“-Mate” you breathed while looking at him with such unadulterated love. Azriel burst into laughter with you following suit.

“Now you really can’t leave me”

“How convenient” you smiled, running your hands through your hair, Azriel tracing the bitemark's outline with his heated gaze.

“Care for some stress relief YN?” Azriels hands went straight for your hips, the feeling of the small calluses meeting your soft sides sent pulses down you both. He met your neck, the same place he had last night, cupping his hands beneath your lower legs and lifting you from the ground, your legs wrapped around his waist

“Why can't I keep away from you?” You breathed, the hairs on Azriel’s neck standing on their end.

“Why does that make me so happy?” Was all he could manage before reconnecting to your neck. Azriel carried you to the bed before throwing you down and closely following in pursuit. You knotted your fingers through his hair and forced down the moan trying to escape at the pleasure of having him nip you. You tugged his hair until he pulled from you to face you.

“I want all of you”

Azriel cautiously lowered his mouth to yours until they met again. Much like the first time electricity coursed through both of you but unlike the last time, neither pulled away, only growing hungrier.

You could feel him hardening against your thigh, no longer able to fight the little victory you were going to give him, you moaned gently. He smirked hard into the kiss before it became more feverish. Your hand ran across him beneath the fabric of his trousers, his turn to groan.

“You're wearing too many clothes” he rasped as you smirked and pulled your shirt from over your head, he gently caught your jaw as he kissed along it.

“I want revenge for these” you smirked, wrapping your leg into his side to flip him so you straddled him on top. Your teeth grazed his neck with heat as he sat up in the bed with you on his lap. He pulled his shirt from over his head, his hands replacing on your hips to support you, his groaning encouraging you on.

“Enough teasing YN, I need you” he said darkly, flipping you onto your back and yanking your trousers free from your legs to discard them. Azriel kissed you sweetly before moving down the shape of your body, peppering kisses along the trail to your entrance. You felt your legs begin to tremble under his touch, begging for more as his fingers began to play with your clit, your hands tangling in his hair with a moan.

“You’re so ready for me YN, its intoxicating” he began to kiss around you and slowly his fingers began to move in and out while he sucked your clit. You felt the tension build in your abdomen, the greatest realess you ever had just a few movements away until he stopped entirely. You looked down between your legs to meet his eyes as he moved to hover above you again, discarding his own trousers in the process.

“You’re so beautiful YNN” Your hand met the side of his face softly before pulling him back down into a searing kiss. Your fingers began to drag up and down his bear back before tracing the spines of his wings as they began to splay in their relaxed state.

“Is that okay Azriel?” you whispered watching his eyes close with the building pleasure.

“Nothing has ever been more okay” he leaned his head towards your hand, taking the waves of pleasure in his stride before lowering back down to meet you sweetly.

Azriel slowly then began to enter you, you both almost meeting your release at the feeling. He slowly began to drag in and out as the sensation grew with its addictive nature, he increased his speed, spurred on by your hitching breath. The pressure growing and growing and growing, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your back arched until the band snapped sending you into overdrive as every nerve in your body stood to attention and then exploded. You practically screamed his name sending him over the edge, returning the sentiment by moaning your name, collapsing next to you while riding out his high.

“I had no idea how much I needed to hear you say my name like that YN” Azriel finally found some composure to rasp out, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you in. You tried not to cringe in embarrassment as you buried a laugh into his chest.

“Don’t go shy on me now” he laughed, kissing the top of your head. You rolled onto your elbows to look into his eyes as they lit up for you. You hauled the duvet up around you, leaving a small corner for Azriel to tug at.

“Why must I be mated to a blanket thief?”

“Why must I be mated to a pain in the ass?”

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Whatcha think friends!

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temperedink · 2 years ago

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temperedink Masterlist

Rated E

you don't get well no more | AO3 - Elucien - Voyeur Azriel discovering Elucien's secret relationship

talk refined | AO3 - Elucien - Elain practices dirty talk

love me in chapters | AO3 - Nessian - Nesta shows Cassian what her romance novels are all about

can i be close to you | AO3 - Elucien - Elucien slowly taking their relationship to a new level

high in the moonlight | AO3 - Feysand - The High Lord and High Lady up in their room before a Court of Nightmares visit

the heartbreak prince | AO3 - Elain/Azriel/Gwyn - College AU with the DUMBEST, horniest Azriel you'll ever meet

if i could never give you peace | AO3 - Feysand - Rhys is spiralling after the siege of Velaris; Feyre talks/fucks some sense into him

Rated T or lower

Homecoming | AO3 - Rhys returns from UTM

Unlikely Alliances | AO3 - Rhys and Eris being frenemies UTM

Tea Time | AO3 - Feyre heads out for tea with the Suriel

Workout Gear | AO3 - Bryce brings some Midgardian workout clothes to the Valkyries

BroTPs | AO3 - The bat boys hang out with their brother's mates

antithetical dream girl | AO3 - Elain in the Court of Nightmares pre-Solstice in ACOSF

i meet you in warm conversation | AO3 - Tamlin and Feyre finally talk and get closure on their relationship

to explain the infinite | AO3 - First Starfall for Rhys, for Rhys's sister, and for Nyx, with Rhys's mother as a constant presence in all of them

i've got this friend | AO3 - Gwynriel - Gwyn's got this friend who's in love with her best friend and doesn't know how to tell him about it; oblivious Azriel offers up some advice.

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stillwintering · 2 years ago

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All's Fair in Love and Politics (a modern Nessian AU - where Rhys is running for president)

Summary: In the ruthless arena of politics, victory demands risking everything, even one's own heart. Rhysand has his eyes on the presidency. Feyre convinces her estranged sister, Nesta, to join the political campaign. As the campaign intensifies, Nesta and Cassian find themselves forging an unexpected bond. But can their budding romance survive the treacherous waters of modern political warfare?

(Nessian focused but lots of Feysand to keep things interesting.)

Read on AO3 / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Chapter 3

"Eris?" Gwyn looked surprised, her bright teal eyes catching the name flashing across Nesta's phone screen.

Nesta left her phone facing up on the table during Sunday brunch with her two best friends -- a tactical error. Nesta quickly sent the call to voicemail and slipped her phone into her bag.

"Again?" Emerie smirked from behind her coffee cup.

Nesta felt her face burn red. "I ran into him at the Hewn charity gala," she pushed her food around with her fork. "I don't know why he's calling."

Gwyn huffed. "I can't believe you saw Eris before you made time to see us," she teased.

"Things have been crazy with the campaign. And the gala was a work event," Nesta looked contrite. "When's your train back to New York, Gwyn? Do you have time to drop by Emerie's shop with me?"

"Don't change the subject," Gwyn's eyes twinkled. "Now we need to know what happened with Eris last night."

"I -- he -- " Nesta started, her face turning an even deeper shade of red, but found that she couldn't bring herself to say out loud that she had gone home with Eris for hate sex. "You two are the worst," she said instead.

Gwyn knew Nesta well enough to make the inference. "I thought you couldn't stand him!" Her face was equal parts surprise and amusement.

Emerie snickered. "No. They're friends with benefits."

"We are not friends!" Nesta hissed.

"Fine," Emerie was enjoying this entirely too much. "They are frenemies with benefits."

Nesta opened her mouth to reply but then said nothing.

Gwyn glanced between Nesta and Emerie and let out a laugh. "So are the benefits good at least?" Gwyn asked surreptitiously.

Nesta suddenly felt self-conscious. She tugged the collar of her blouse higher, hoping the red bruise Eris had left on the crook of her neck remained hidden.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," Emerie observed.

Gwyn nodded. "That's definitely a yes."

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Mercifully, Gwyn and Emerie let Nesta off the hook for the remainder of their brunch.

Nesta had dearly missed spending time with her two best friends. After college, they had all moved to different cities but still made time to meet up regularly. Gwyn headed a women's advocacy non-profit in New York City ("God, I miss having you in the City," Gwyn had said when she arrived in DC). Emerie owned a women's fashion boutique in Alexandria ("I'm so happy to have you close by now," Emerie retorted. "But I better see you more often from now on," she had admonished).

Their conversations flowed easily. Gwyn and Emerie both wanted to know more about Rhys ("Is he as handsome in person as he is in photos?"). They peppered Emerie with questions about the new woman she was dating ("What was her family like?" "Was she a cat person or a dog person?").

They both listened sympathetically when Nesta told them about Elain and Feyre. Gwyn wrapped Nesta into a tight, loving hug ("These things take time."). Until then, Nesta hadn't realized how much she needed to hear those words.

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Cassian paced around Rhys's office Monday morning. The vote for the immigration bill was delayed.

"Beron is up to something," Azriel said from his corner. His eyes followed Cassian back and forth in the limited space -- they had removed all the visitor chairs from the room now that the team was bigger.

"He's gathering his forces for an ugly floor fight."

Rhys nodded in agreement. "I only told him I'd think about adding the amendment. It would no doubt kill the bill. He must have approached other members of the House about it too."

Feyre frowned. "It doesn't make any sense," she mused. "It would be politically beneficial for Beron and the party to pass the bill as is. Why is he trying to sabotage his own legislative priorities?"

Cassian shook his head. "As Speaker, he put the bill up to a floor vote. But now he's playing dirty behind the scenes," he turned to Rhys. "I never thought he actually wanted immigration reform."

Rhys looked down at his hands, considering their comments.

"We need to position our office as being pro-immigration," Amren said. She turned to Nesta, "Can you come up with some language on this -- our position for a press release?"

Nesta settled her gaze on Rhys. "That depends," she said, a challenge. "On what Rhys thinks about immigration reform."

Rhys turned his full attention to Nesta. "I support everything in the current bill," he said.

Nesta rolled her eyes. "What do you actually believe?"

Rhys paused, his face unreadable. The question hung in the air.

A knock sounded at the door. A young lady poked her head into the room. "Excuse me, sir, sorry to interrupt," the staffer said apprehensively, her face flushed. "All the members are being called to the floor."

Rhys rose from his chair. "We'll continue this later," he said to Nesta on his way out the door, the young staffer at his heels.

Nesta looked after him and frowned. She didn't like how Rhys avoided her more probing questions regarding his political agenda. Was Rhys waiting to see which way the political winds would blow before settling on his policy goals?

Azriel picked up his laptop and papers. "We still need to figure out what Beron's trying to pull," he said, scrolling through his phone. "Let me make some calls. Maybe someone in the Speaker's office is willing to enlighten us."

Nesta was still looking out the open door after Rhys's disappearing form. "Don't bother," she said. "I'll talk to Eris."

Everyone in the room went still.

Nesta turned to Azriel and observed that his lips were drawn into a tight line. "Eris had been calling," she explained. "So I'll call him back."

Cassian's jaw worked. "I don't think that's a good idea," he said slowly.

"Eris wants the bill to pass," Nesta said, getting impatient. "He'll play ball."

Cassian started pacing again, avoiding looking in Nesta's direction.

Azriel's frown deepened.

Amren surveyed Nesta while drumming her manicured fingers on the surface of the desk. "Do I need to worry about you and Eris?" Amren asked carefully.

"Excuse me?" Nesta's voice rose. She looked between Amren, Azriel, and Feyre. They were all studying her with interest. She didn't know whether to be insulted or outraged. She knew she didn't like the implication of the question.

"I am a professional and I'll conduct myself as such. I expect the same from all of you." Nesta's tone was brusque.

Amren hesitated but looked to Feyre.

The sisters stared at each other intently. "I trust you and your judgment," Feyre finally said. Nesta let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Amren nodded. "Fine, call Eris for a meeting," then she pointed at Cassian. "You're going with her."

"I don't need a chaperon." Nesta crossed her arms.

Amren looked out the window, her eyes searching for some distant object outside. "I have no doubt you can handle yourself, girl," she said. "But Eris needs to be reminded of who he's jostling with."

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"Look who finally decided to return my calls." Eris's voice crackled over Nesta's speaker. Cassian stood next to her, his eyes on her phone. Amren had insisted they work as a team, and then Cassian insisted on listening in on the call.

"I'm already regretting this," Nesta retorted, rolling her eyes at both her phone and Cassian.

"I'll make it worth your while," Eris's tone was lurid. Cassian raised his eyebrows.

Nesta looked up at Cassian. Something twisted in her at the pained expression on his handsome face. Cassian held her gaze and nodded grimly for her to continue.

"Just tell me where to meet you," she said.

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Eris picked a tiny diner on the outskirts of the city for their meeting the next day. He was surprised to see Nesta walk in with Cassian's towering figure behind her.

"I didn't know this was bring your child to work day," Eris told her drily, barely acknowledging Cassian's presence. He gave Nesta a quick kiss on her cheek and then gestured for them to sit in the booth across from him.

The diner looked like it hadn't been updated since the 1950s, with checkered linoleum floors and bright red benches. Cassian scanned the long rectangular space. They were the only ones there except for the wait staff.

Nesta was nervous to meet Eris with Cassian. On their drive here, they only spoke to each other in short curt sentences, going over what they would ask Eris. She had opened her computer in the passenger seat and worked on the immigration press release. Her years of reporting had trained her well for writing on moving vehicles. Cassian was a quiet, comforting presence beside her -- he left her to her work and focused on navigating through traffic.

A waitress came up to their table. "What can I get you folks?"

"Just coffee," Cassian said and crossed his arms.

"Same for me."

"The beautiful lady will have a slice of your chocolate cake, Alis," Eris smiled. "And I'll take the lunch special." After the waitress left, Eris turned to Nesta -- she arched an eyebrow -- and added, "It's the best chocolate cake in DC, I swear."

Cassian looked like he was ready to throttle Eris. "You come here often?" he asked sharply.

"Something like that," Eris's face was impassive. "Nesta didn't mention she was babysitting."

Alis returned with three mugs of coffee before Cassian could respond.

"Why are we here, Eris?" Nesta asked. She could already feel her annoyance surfacing.

"I told you the chocolate cake is amazing," Eris gave her a wicked grin.

Cassian drank his coffee, letting Nesta take the lead as they had discussed.

"Well, out with it," Nesta said with disdain. "What did you want tell me that can't be said over the phone?"

Eris pouted. "If you had stayed the night," he drawled. "I would have told you in the morning."

Nesta refused to let Eris rile her up. She gave a quick side glance to Cassian. His face went dark. Nesta felt a twinge of remorse -- she didn't want to drag Cassian into her twisted alliance with a scoundrel like Eris. She didn't want Cassian to think that she took satisfaction in any of this.

"We don't have time for idle talk, Eris," Nesta said, keeping her voice neutral.

Alis came by again with a sandwich on one plate and a huge piece of chocolate cake on another. They fell silent as Alis walked back to the counter.

Instead of responding, Eris picked up his sandwich and took a bite. He looked at Nesta expectedly.

Nest sighed, unwrapped the fork from a napkin, and ate a piece of the cake. She hated that it was the best chocolate cake she had in a long while.

Cassian was visibly pissed off.

Satisfied, Eris took another bite of his sandwich and chewed slowly. "Beron doesn't care whether the immigration bill lives or dies," he finally said.

"Why did he put the bill on the floor then?" Nesta put her fork down.

"Beron allowed the bill to come to a floor vote to appease the progressive wing of the party," Eris continued. "They have been threatening to revolt."

"We know," Cassian said. He shifted in his seat, his knee knocked against Nesta's. She blinked.

"Beron doesn't care what happens to immigration reform," Eris looked bored. "He just doesn't want the progressives to get too big for their britches."

"So this poison pill amendment is just to teach them a lesson?" Nesta asked.

"Beron wants them back in line," Eris affirmed.

Cassian and Nesta exchanged a look.

"You know," Eris nudged the cake towards Nesta again. "Tarquin has been pushing for a more strigent clean energy bill, close the loopholes for large corporations. He's been looking for the right co-sponsor."

Nesta nodded, understanding. Tarquin was the leader of the progressive caucus -- maybe, just maybe, there can be a deal.

Cassian looked at Eris pointedly, picked up Nesta's fork, and took a bite of cake. "Mmm, delicious," Cassian moaned theatrically. Nesta's lips quirked upwards into a slow smile.

Eris furrowed his brow in surprise.

Cassian swallowed, licking his lip. "And the defense budget?" Cassian asked deliberately. "Why is Beron pressing for a 20% increase?"

Eris pushed his plate away from him. He leaned back in his seat and assessed Cassian. "Does Starborn support widening the war in the Middle East?" Eris asked in response.

"Rhys served three tours in Afganistan," Cassian replied cooly. "His military record is unimpeachable."

"Does Starborn support widening the war?" Eris asked again.

This time, Cassian said nothing.

Eris looked smug. "That's what I thought." He stood up, put on his immaculate Italian wool jacket, and dropped a $20 bill on the table. "I'll call you later," Eris winked at Nesta and walked out the door.

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wildlyglittering · 1 year ago

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What would you write for "Hello, General"?

So I asked for people to give me a made up title and I would reply with what I would write for Nessian.

Please read below!

Hello, General

This would be a very brief one shot (not that I write brief) told from Cassian’s POV and set in Prythian as we know it.

There is a war – as par for the course at this point – and Rhys has sent the Inner Circle and associated assortment of fae on various missions. Some are diplomatic (Mor, Nesta, Elain), others are information gathering (Amren, Azriel, Feyre), and Cassian is sent to do what he does best – lead the now conjoined armies of the Illyrian camps.

It’s been a long winter and Cassian is exhausted. He’s been making strategic plans, drafting reinforcements, and training and re-training those under his command. It’s been months since he’s felt like he’s even a functioning individual as his days move from frost bitten, cold, hard grounds into blizzard filled, cold, hard nights with only a fire to keep him warm.

He’s in contact with his friends and allies, parchments being sent here, there, and everywhere and Rhys has visited at the camp a few times to oversee progress and provide Cassian with some company.

The company Cassian longs for the most however is Nesta’s and their communication has gotten more infrequent and less detailed the longer the war has gone on.

Both are clearly busy and tired and what were once pages upon pages of each other’s days, conversations they had with others, gossip about their frenemies, and scandalously comprehensive reams of erotic depictions of their bedroom activities has now turned into paragraphs or just sentences to re-affirm to the other that yes, they are still alive, and that they love and miss the other.

After a recent and gruelling week of training including Cassian dealing with some obnoxious upstarts who are furious that female Illyrians have a place amongst the males, Cassian enters his tent to find a piece of parchment on the table.

His hopes are high but finds that the parchment is one of his sent to Nesta a week before and the new word scribed on the front merely says ‘undelivered.’

Cassian panics, thinking that Nesta has been kidnapped or worse. Without sending any messages ahead, he flies non-stop to the House of Wind to find out directly from Rhys what is happening, ready to pay any price that is requested.

When he arrives Rhys states that to his knowledge Nesta is well, having sent Feyre a message that very morning.

Cassian is now confused and slightly sulky – why is Nesta sending Feyre’s messages but his are coming back undelivered? He flies back to the camps, his brain over analysing every previous message he has sent, wondering if he has offended Nesta. He also thinks if there is anything he missed – did Nesta tell him she was going to another Court or to the continent?

He arrives back at the camp, barking out demands for others to step up in his absence as he now prepares himself to fly over the world to find Nesta. Cassian steps into his tent and there, seated at the table with her travel items already unpacked and ready to stay for what looks like a while is Nesta.

She smiles at him as he rushes over and greets him with, “Hello, General.”

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duskcowboy · 4 years ago

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Elain x Azriel will be an epic “Friends-to-Lovers”

So far in acotar we’ve had Feyre x Rhys (enemies-to-friends-to-lovers) and Nesta x Cassian (frenemies? with benefits-to-lovers). We have not gotten a true friends-to-lovers—an “I care so deeply about you, but I don’t know if you feel the same” type of love, an “I want this but I don’t want to ruin what we have” type of love, an “I know we shouldn’t, but everything in my being is telling me this is right” type of love. And I think that☝🏼is what Elriel will bring to the table.

Many people LOVE love love enemies-to-lovers with the wit and the banter (heck, some of my fav couples were enemies-to-lovers), but I think we’ve had plenty of that so far with Feysand and Nessian. I want that sweet, slow burn of establishing a close friendship, of tiptoeing that line between friendship and love.

This epicreads article put it perfectly:

“All too often, friends-to-lovers is a story of missed connections. You like them, but they don’t like you. They like you, but you don’t like them. You’re single, but they’re in a relationship. They want to give this a shot, but you’re afraid to ruin the friendship. Done right, friends-to-lovers is a breathless, anxiety-inducing, will-they won’t-they, finely crafted romantic arc that introduces a supportive, self-sacrificing power couple that’s been dominating the story before they ever shared their first kiss”

Elain was engaged. Az was in love with Mor. Elain has a mate. Azriel feels unworthy of love. But each step along the way, they’ve been there for each other. They’ve built a strong bond. And their romance arc will consist of fighting against expectations—the “I shouldn’t’s”—and choosing one another in the end.

“[Friends-to-lovers] is about realizing that the person you love most is the one that knows you best. It’s about the inherent sizzling tension of being genuinely unable to tell if you’re flirting or not because you guys have always been like this. It’s how Everyone Can See It. It’s about being afraid of ruining one of your most important relationships with romance, but realizing in the end that romance makes your friendship stronger, not weaker.”

I can’t wait for their friendship to bloom and flourish into love 🌹

#I’m ready for an epic friends-to-lovers #the flowergirl and the shadowsinger #death and the lovely fawn #elriel #pro elriel #elain archeron #azriel

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nikethestatue · 3 years ago

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And an even further step back in their relationship.// unpopular opinion but i think shes going to ruin rhys/nesta and feyre even more in the next books. People claim she loves rhys but i think she has no problem butchering his character to “redeem nesta”. We know that she sucks at family bonds unless they are friends and we know the pregnancy and the feysand mess existed to mend nesta and feyre relationship instead of developing the sisters bond. So im holding my breath because i dont have a lot of hope in regards of the pregnancy consecuences(i hope i dont offend anyone with this post)

Yeah, it's kind of baffling that SJM doesn't seem to know how she wants all the non-romantic relationships to progress. It's so strange.

Even when I write fanfics, I know who will be friends, who will be enemies, who will be frenemies. I understand not having it all 100% tidy, but as you write, the relationships build out and solidify. In SJM's books, I feel like they lose more and more cohesion as time goes by.

Like Feyre and Mor--what is that? Is that supposed to be friendship?

What happened to Feyre and Ressina?

All these people seem to step on each other whenever it's convenient and there aren't any real, significant ties between any of them. Like Rhysand has no problem throwing Mor under the bus and being buddy-buddy with Eris, whom Mor supposedly cannot tolerate. He lashes out at Az, and forbids him from seeing Elain, while also obviously dragging Elain into that prohibition. He sends L:ucien to Tamlin, with the toughest tasks--like telling Tamlin about Feyre's pregnancy--knowing that Tamlin could unleash on Lucien and kill or maim him in his rage.

Nesta starts calling two random girls that she works out with 'sisters' after 3-4 months, while shunning the other two actual sisters.

Cassian plays this 'buffer' for 500 years, basically pretending to be borderline intimate with Mor, in front of his so-called brother, who he believes in madly in love with Mor. WHAT IS THAT??? Who does that? He can't tell Mor 'go deal with your own shit, girl. I am out," at any point?

it seems like there isn't one person or one relationship in ACOTAR which is truly loving and kind of pure. Where the two people love each other and don't try to fuck one another over.

So yeah, I am not expecting anything positive to transpire in the next book between any of these people.

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vidalinav · 3 years ago

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You know, since I’m talking to the Void right about now, I think I’ll work on some mini fics tomorrow post acofas where Nesta does reject Cassian, Cassian does throw the present in the sidra, Cassian storms up into his room, Nesta goes home and tries to dull the pain, BUT THEN, Azriel fishes the box out of the Sidra because he saw Cassian throw it. Rhys as annoying as he is goes to Nesta and is like I actually need your help on something. Super important. Only you can do it and I need that help right now and it ends up being odd asf tasks that they do together and with Feyre because well distraction. And Elain goes to Cassian and is like… you know Nesta is the type of person who needs to take it slow and she’s ignoring both of us right now so let’s tag team. They’re the soft ones and subtly angry ones. And Mor just straight up is like dude, we’re not going to leave you alone. So… just deal. We can sit hear in silence for all I care. I’m babysitting you right now when I could be doing something else. But they slowly develop a frenemy relationship like I wanted. Amren continues to help practice magic but I’ll make her so I don’t want to throw her off the mountain top. Nesta does meet Gwyn and Emerie and she does make the house but all of it will be gradual and by happenstance probs because of those odd tasks that she’s now assigned. It’s going to be funny and sweet and soft and teasing on both ends of the nessian relationship. And it’s going to be my “let’s try to forget canon… again” fic.

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starbornvalkyrie · 5 years ago

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prom dress

Prompt 6: “that was impressive” Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas {next-gen Nessian} Rating: T Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wrote this in my soccer moms au (read the original story here), again in the POV of my OC, Cassian’s daughter, Joana. Enjoy!

“Hey, dad!” Joana called through the house. “I’m biking to Cheska’s house!”

She was in the process of opening the front door when she heard him yell, “Wait!” Joana closed the door and listened as her father’s heavy footsteps thudded towards her. “I’ll drive you.”

Joana rolled her eyes. “Dad, it’s a less than ten minute bike ride to the other side of the neighborhood.”

“Sure, but I’m offering you a sweat-free mode of transportation.” Joana analyzed his face. Something was off.

“You just want to see Aunt Nesta,” she accused.

Her dad just flashed her his trademark grin. “You bet I do.” He winked.

“That's disgusting. Whatever, let’s go,” she mumbled as she turned away from the front door and went to the garage. She hopped up into the passenger seat of his truck and waited. And waited.

No less than ten minutes later, her father finally walked into the garage. When he got in the car, Joana gawked. “Do not tell me you changed into a fresh polo and fixed your hair just to see Aunt Nesta.” To her amusement, the hardest Commander of Prythian’s Air Force blushed.

He still denied it. “My work shirt smelled bad,” he shrugged.

“Dad, Aunt Nesta shared a car with you after that one summer picnic when it rained and you and Uncle Rhys wrestled in the mud. I don’t think she'll mind you smelling like an office.” It’s been a month since she and Cheska walked in on them making out after their soccer game, and it was still a little weird. They still bicker like no tomorrow, they wouldn’t be “Aunt Nesta and Uncle Cass” without it, but it’s less like frenemies and more like an old married couple. Humorous and nauseating at the same time.

But if Joana were being completely honest, not all that much had changed. The Soldatos frequently infiltrate the Archeron’s and vice versa it’s as if they all live in both houses. She has to admit, the visits are more peaceful now that they don’t have to tiptoe around their parents when they’re in their fighting moods.

Five minutes later, Joana jumps out of the car before her dad even turns off the engine and runs up the front steps. She lets herself in yelling, “Honey, I’m home!” The answering squeal sounded like it was coming from the kitchen, so she made her way in that direction.

She finds Cheska and her mother in the middle of mixing ingredients for some type of pie. Banoffee, from a glance at the ingredients. Joana kisses Aunt Nesta on the cheek and swipes her finger through the batter Cheska was whisking, eliciting a “hey!” from both parties.

“This is delicious,” she said, her voice muffled around her finger.

“And off-limits until we’re done,” her best friend scolded.

“What’s the occasion?”

Cheska shrugged, and said, “We just felt like it,” and went back to whisking. After a little bit, her mom gave a pointed cough. “Oh! I almost forgot! Our prom dress came in!” Aunt Nesta groaned when Joana shrieked.

“What’s all the commotion?” The three women looked towards Joana’s dad in the kitchen archway when he spoke. Aunt Nesta put down the knife that was slicing bananas and met him for a kiss. Their daughters dutifully gagged; the adults chuckled.

“Prom dresses,” was all Aunt Nesta said.

“Say no more. Why don’t you girls go try them on? I think Nesta and I can take it from here.”

Cheska immediately jumped at the opportunity and shoved the bowl of batter in her uncle’s arms. “One condition: there is to be absolutely zero parental make out sessions within a fifteen foot radius of the pie. I’m looking at you, Soldato,” she warned before dragging a cackling Joana by the arm and up the stairs. Cheska chattered the whole way to her room.

“I couldn’t wait, so I took the dresses out of the box but left them in their bags, and oh my gods, Jo, you are going to look amazing in yours. Together, you and I are going to be the talk of prom. I know somebody is for sure going to ask you to dance.” At that, Joana pushed her friend, almost making her fall down the stairs.

“Shut up, Cheska. Even in the most bombshell of dresses, he’s not going to see me as anything other than Izzy’s ‘kid sister’.” Aunt Elain’s son, Isaiah, is on the boys’ varsity soccer team at their school. He and his friends are one year above Joana and Cheska, and Joana has had the same crush on Izzy’s best friend since she learned boys didn’t actually have cooties but was too nervous to do anything about it. Guys usually went gaga over their cheerleaders, not other soccer players.

“I’ll maybe listen to you after you try on your dress,” Cheska bargained.

When they walked into Cheska’s room, Joana was stunned. Even bunched up by the clear protective bag, her dress was gorgeous. “Fine,” she agreed, “Let’s do this!” Joana grabbed the gown and went to Cheska’s closet to change.

The dress: perfection.

How Joana looks in it: average.

“Ches, I don’t know. Does this look a little… flat to you?” She asked as she stepped out of Cheska’s closet. The gown she chose was a stunning red with a slight pink undertone. It was strapless with a form-fitting bodice that opened into an A-line skirt from the waist. The dress was meant to bring out a woman’s curves, but too bad Joana didn’t have any. “I’m a soccer player, not a model. Maybe I was a little too ambitious, I don’t think I can pull this off.”

Her best friend circled her, analyzing her from head to toe. “Hmm… I have an idea.” In her own gown--a simple, black strapless piece with a mermaid cut that, of course, looks like it was made for her--she walked out of her room to call for her mom’s help.

When Aunt Nesta saw Cheska, her eyes lined with silver, but before she could gush about her baby girl in a prom dress, Cheska pointed at Joana and said, “Fix it.”

In a similar way as her daughter moments before, Aunt Nesta circled Joana, assessing her. She left and came back with some pins, placed them in different places, then ordered Joana to slip out of it so she could work on it.

Joana remembered the stories about Aunt Nesta helping Aunt Elain with her clothes after their mother passed away, and she wondered where Aunt Feyre was at those times. While they waited, Cheska changed out of her own dress. They laid on her bed watching Gilmore Girls and talking prom details until Aunt Nesta came back.

“Try this on,” she ordered. The moment she stepped into it, Joana could tell it was a masterpiece. Zipping it up confirmed that. Aunt Nesta must have magical powers. Joana walked back into the room so she could look in the mirror. Cheska squealed, again.

Aunt Nesta had cinched the top of the skirt and added a belt to add volume around her hips, making it look like she had a bigger butt than she actually did. But what really made it the perfect dress was the slit she cut up the right side so that when she walked, it showed off her muscular legs.

“Aunt Nesta,” she breathed, her eyes lining with silver, “this is beautiful.”

“Seriously, Mom.” Cheska glanced at the clock on her nightstand. “Oh my gods you did that in less than an hour, that was impressive.”

Aunt Nesta just smirked. “Well, I had to do something to help that Snow boy see what he’s been missing out on.”

Joana whipped her head at her, eyes wide. “Wha- How did you--” she stammered.

“Mother knows best,” was all she said. With a wink, she left to join Joana’s dad in the kitchen once more.

Joana tried her best not to cry. She never had anyone to call “Mom”, but Joana couldn’t help but think that she wouldn’t mind that person being Aunt Nesta.

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vidalinav · 4 years ago

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I love this ^^^

Also personally I love all of them having a “good” relationship (albeit different relationship) in fanon content. The IC, Rhys, Nesta, Gwyn, Elain, Feyre, Mor, etc. The more the merrier. It's fun to think of them as who they are trying to mix with people who are drastically different or finding that middle ground, playing with the drama. That's fantastic. The glories of tolerance. But also irrational anger and hatred is comedic sometimes. Sometimes it’s just pure angst and I love! But also just accidental friends is fun! The potential for all of this, for ups and downs of this is amazing!

But in canon content, I tend to err on the side of if it makes sense to the rest of the content, I can be convinced. Gwyn and Elain right now... don't make sense as good friends. As possible acquaintances or I see you at dinners now, we have good conversations "friends," I'm glad Nesta found you and she can talk to someone well with I appreciate you "friends," I can see that. That makes sense with what's already established. But that unfortunately is not what is being pushed.

SO, yes to "realistic" relationships in canon (as exists to context). In fanon, nah! Make them enemies, irrational frenemies, irrate or fun-loving. Epiphany makers. Make them all of that or more. Why not?

unpopular opinion (or not i have no idea lmao) but i hate it when people want gwyn to be besties with elain in the next books, she’s nesta’s friend, the archerons all deserve to have their own friend group

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acotarxreader · 1 year ago

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⭐Other Worlds ⭐Pancake ⭐Healing Hands ⭐The Stray and The Snakes ⭐Hounded

Oneshot:

Stress Relief⭐👀🔥

Synopsis: Working for the Night Court has become near impossible with Azriel determined to drive you out the door but can a camping trip arranged by Rhys smooth things over.

Papertrail ⭐🥰

Synopsis: For months Azriel had gotten to know you through the intelligence letters you penned from the Autumn Court but finally meeting reveals your twisted reality.

BatBite ⭐

Synopsis: Azriel relies on liquid courage to finally act on his feelings for you but the next day, only one of you remembers and its the one marked with lovebites

Pancake ⭐🥰

Synopsis: Celebrating Feyre's 21st with a large party at the House of Wind proves to be quite triggering for you as you battle with the demons that followed you out of Under the Mountain.

High Lord of Game 👀

Synopsis: Cassian and Azriel use a simple competition to decide who deserves the title of High Lord of Game, but at what cost to you?

Lessons in Herbology ⭐🔥👀

Synopsis: You and Azriel are frequently at odds with one another but when Azriel accidently destroys your life's work, the illyrian will do anything to make it up to you.

Storm Chaser 👀 🥰

Synopsis: You and Azriel go your separate ways after a vicious fight leaves Azriels jealousy calling the shots but can the ever brave Illyrian brave a storm without you

Jilted👀

Synopsis: The morning of your wedding your fears are enforced by an old way of thought, sending you running and Azriel to cope with the aftermath but will a reunion set you both back on the path you should both be living?

The Silent Treatment⭐👀

Synopsis: Your past affair sends Azriel into brooding, with Elain being led to believe that the end of the relationship she hated so much had finally happened.

Songbird🥰

Synopsis: Azriel takes to the stage, slightly more than drunk and definitely slightly more than ready to tell the world how he feels about you.

Little Drop Of Starlight 🥰

Synopsis: A story of Azriel and you raising your daughter through the years, Azriels little drop of starlight.

Healing Hands 👀🥰⭐

Synopsis: A new suitor in your life interrupts your friendship with your three best friends at Windhaven. The budding healer in you finds yourself breaking more hearts than healing.

Honey👀🥰

Synopsis: Azriel frequents the hotel in Hewn City that you manage with his many lovers, a source of your constant teasing until Azriel can't replace the way he feels about you with anyone else.

Storybook👀🥰

Synopsis: Azriel's insecurities of not being good enough for the glowing Dawn emissary that had enveloped his world can't be silenced and erupt at Cassian's birthday party. But can he find his way again into the storybook life he believes you deserve?

Tease 👀

Synopsis: Friends with benefits is quickly running its course between you and Azriel with Mor's birthday party being the perfect setting to see which of you will cave first.

Flower 👀🥰💥⭐

Synopsis: You and Azriel are sent deep into the mountains in search of a flower that may save Feyre's life during childbirth but quickly the frenemy status is put to the test as past trials come to a head leaving you to decide between your new sister and the potential love of your life.

Tell me, Party Girl 👀🥰

Synopsis: Your former party girl title rears it's head again as you try to escape the reality of The House of Winds newest resident, Nesta. Very quickly tension bubbles over between you and the night courts current 365 party girl, leaving Azriel to do what he does best.

Series:

Shadow and Flame 🔥💥👀🥰 ✅

Synopsis: Azriel is growing tired of feeling wronged by the Mother for not allowing Elain to be his mate until he meets a true stranger for the first time, you. Through a series of unfortunate events and ties to Lucien and Autumn, will the Mother keep the winds of fate blowing against Azriel?

Say My Name 👀💥and Part 2 👀💥🔥 ✅

After being separated from his brothers by the High Lord of Night, Azriel becomes accustomed to the new chain of command in his life, led

by you. But with the Mortal Realm war beginning to rage, will your relationship move beyond professional

Other Worlds ⭐🥰and Part 2⭐🥰👀 ✅

Nesta accidentally pulls you from our realm into theirs and a certain Spymaster can't help but be enamoured.

Timing👀 Part Two 🔥💥👀🥰 ✅

Synopsis: Timing works against you and Azriel as a series of unfortunate events lands the two of you alone for the night with a broken down car and a breaking down friendship

Mirror 👀💥Part Two👀💥🥰✅

Synopsis: You were gifted with the ability to mirror other fae's magic with a simple touch and your free spirit nature leads you to cross very close to the borders of a hidden city, where your future best friends and soulmate snatch you out of the sky to protect their border.

Silence in the Shadows 🔥💥👀🥰and Part Two 💥👀

Synopsis: Hewn City has been hit by a fresh crime wave, stumping the inner circle as they search for a solution. Azriel meets you in a crowded bar while trying to escape the stresses that the City was supplying him. But after a spur of the moment night together, Azriel is left wondering if the girl he spent the night with is truly all what she seems?

Moonlight Swim 🥰

Synopsis: Cassian has his heartbroken at the end of Illyrian training party he attended. Lovelorn and in need of a miracle, you cross his path to set his night on a course of centuries-long pining.

The Stray and The Snakes 🥰👀⭐

Synopsis: You're adjustment to the Night Court after meeting your Mate is made all the more difficult due to the unwelcoming nature of two particular sisters.

The Art of You 🥰

Synopsis: Cassian found recovery in the art that he created while preparing to apply to art school in New York, his greatest muse being his high-flying down-to-earth socialite girlfriend, you.

Swept Away 👀💥

Synopsis: Cassian is growing desperate to make his feelings about you known but Rhysand is ever protective of his little sister.

Hounded 👀🥰

Synopsis: Eris loves his dogs more than any other living thing and they love him but soon his eldest hound has found a new interest, you and your endless supply of bread rolls. An unlikely friendship begins to form between the Son of Autumn and one of Springs last border guards, Craos is just hoping to create some sort of parent trap situation.

Vicious little thing 👀🥰💥

Synopsis: Dressmaker for the Inner Circle was the dream job turn mundane nightmare, all in Court you could never quite warm to. A chance encounter with the infamous son of Autumn leaves you wondering if there's more to life than what it seams (get it lol cause seams not seems)

To the Library

Welcome to my lil library of fics I have enjoyed recently (and the gifs that summarise them way too simplistically)! This will be updated as I go 🩷

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vidalinav · 4 years ago

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This is going to sound like an anti post but it’s not exactly... It’s a what could have been post, which annoys me more than anything, because it’s so easy to change how people are viewed. But can you imagine if ACOSF was written with just a tiny daresay normal amount of empathy, caring, goodwill, kindness, understanding, general acceptance, anger, regret, and sense of humor? I will show you why.

We could have had Rhys and Nesta being more annoying with each other gradually. Have those scenes where they are clearly petty, but there is no I will murder you in actuality, but I will murder you, jokingly probably, as in that is a line I won’t cross and will never but my gods do I hate you right now. The fake smiles. The tense moments. But never an I can command you and you have no freewill. That is a line both of them will not cross no matter how much power they have because both of them have been in a position where they lost control and freewill. Imagine Feyre and Cassian watching like a tennis match, because both of them are fast talkers and they are crazy insulting. What do we do? Feyre asks. Let’s see where it goes, Cassian replies. They hate each other, but... they respect each other sort of and that’s good enough. Sometimes they admire each other and Cassian and Feyre think hmmm progress.

Think Mor being annoying asf, jealous a little, protective sure, but more petty than anything. And then maybe she is just drastically mean, she’s taking her anger out on Nesta, but Nesta cares nothing for her disdain in fact she’s like f** off, she’s just as insulting. But then we have moments where Nesta sees Mor’s treatment and will undoubtedly think “well that’s f’d up” and Mor’s like THANK YOu! I think so too. Because Nesta, even in her general disdain, knows right from wrong and cannot stand for social injustice. And here she is seeing Mor belittled on a constant, and though Mor is not “good” to her, she cannot stand anyone to be treated that bad. Mor gains mutual respect for her and that is that, maybe starts seeing how disadvantaged Nesta really is. Frenemies like I really wanted.

Feyre and Nesta gradually coming to an understanding. The “I don’t understand you, but I have to accept you anyways” understanding, the “I want to accept you however you are.” The “Both of us are annoying to each other” bond but “I don’t mind you all the time and you’re a good sister in theory and I do want to spend more time with you against my better judgement.” The “I’m sorry but I won’t say it, but we both know--for the times you took care of us, and the time you went looking for me and then helped in a war you had no part in before. I will hold onto to those small moments and believe they’re the whole of what you feel,” because believe it or not Feyre did something f’d up by calling her embarrassing and forcing her into a house after months of not at all trying when she’s on death’s doorstep basically. Sorry not sorry. If characters are suppose to be morally grey, ALL characters are morally grey, and you don’t need a skewed sense of morals to know both wrongs can exist at the same time. I wanted the banding together of two sisters who are powerful asf, who are like hell no. We hurt each other occasionally, but don’t you dare hurt my sister. The sisters who don’t understand, but learn to accept and in accepting grow.

Cassian and Nesta. My word. It could have been beautiful. The person who tries and who understands or tries to understand and doesn’t give up once, because he loves this girl. Cassian who is not written as never having tried at all, but Cassian who is written as never having given up and just has so far not been successful. Nesta who ends up wanting to try because she’s never been loved and here is this guy offering love on a silver platter even though she turns it away time and time again, but who’s scared even so, because she ruins things and she doesn’t want to ruin this, and yet still there is Cassian, actually waiting a thousand years for her. The relationship of two insecure people who find SECURITY in each others arms (not more insecurity), who learn that they want to get better for themselves, because that means loving each other better, rather than the “I’m going to try and deserve you.” The idea of let’s learn and grow together, and if we mess up, we’re not going to be alone when we do, we’re not going to be left behind.

I have never read a book where I came out hating almost all of the characters, when I previously didn’t care about them. No ill will and then all of a sudden, smack in the face, I can’t stand these people. It’s amazing, and... I don’t feel it’s going to have any follow through. I will forever be bitter at the potential that was lost, especially because it is so hard to write fics after acosf, when I feel that the entirety of acosf (minus the house being alive and the valkyries and maybe the subplot of the prison) needs to change. And for what reason did this occur??? Absolutely nothing. Making each one of them kinder, funnier, more empathetic, even VARIED in their response to Nesta would not have cost a thing.

#I decided to re-read it that's why I'm hating this book again #I stopped by the way so this should be the only long one #anti acosf #I can't #I need to burn that book #delete it off of my app #I've gotten so good at pretending it doesn't exist but then BAM #I exlude amren and elain because you know sometimes you just have to have antagonistic people #I just argue that they shouldn't ALL be antagonistic #nesta archeron

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