#nessian daughter x reader

[throneofsapphics]

Hiii can I request a Nassian daughter x reader where they've been dating for a while and she invites reader to the family dinner and she just gets bombarded with questions by the bat boys and gets approved in the end.

passing the test 

Nessian’s daughter x Reader

Summary: you meet your girlfriends family

Warnings: none 

A/N: thank you for the request!

To say you were nervous would be a vast understatement. You’d been dating your current girlfriend for seven months, not very long considering you were immortal, and you’d finally given in to her requests to meet her family. Honestly, you were honored she wanted you to meet them, but it was the identity of them that kept you reluctant. Her mother led the Valkyries, her father the Night Court’s armies, her aunt and uncle the High Lady and Lord, and so on. 

“They’re going to hate me,” you groaned, readjusting your dress in the mirror for the tenth time in five minutes. 

“They’ll love you,” she pressed a kiss to your cheek, “just as I do.” Warmth spread through your cheeks, down your neck, as she wrapped her arms around your waist, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “And no more stalling.” 

You huffed, rolling your eyes, but turned around in her arms. “And if they do hate me?” 

“They won’t,” she said with a confidence you wished you could replicate. “Come on.” 

You didn’t drag your feet, per say, as you walked arm in arm through the streets of Velaris, but you didn’t rush either. 

Less than an hour later, you sat at a large but cozy dinner table - not with her entire family, just the High Lord, her Father, and the Spymaster. The others had been called away on unavoidable business, and had sent their regrets at missing your visit.  

Her left hand splayed on your thigh under the table, a warm comfort against the chill set into your body, a permanent state of nerves, your mentals walls firmly built around you - not to hide secrets, but to keep you from turning into more of a mess. 

“So, y/n,” The High Lord, who insisted you call him Rhys, exaggerated your name - causing your shoulders to roll back, lifting hairs on the back of your neck, “what do you do for work?” 

“I’m an apprentice herbalist, at Ziva’s apothecary.” 

“Why not a healer?” He had a genuine curiosity in his tone, and it didn’t feel like an insult. 

“My magic didn’t lean that way,” and you would probably have terrible bedside manner, but he didn’t need to know that. 

His mouth curved up at the corners, “so you’re familiar with poisons?” 

All of the blood drained from your face, and your jaw dropped. Her father’s mouth tightened to hide a laugh, the spymaster’s face a wall of unbreakable stone and restraint. 

“Uncle,” she snarled next to you. 

“I’ve helped provide herbs to counter them on occasion,” you managed to croak - somehow feeling the need to spill details, “some children will eat just about anything.” 

He gave a short nod, “what do your parents do?” 

“They run a bakery,” you swallowed, rubbing your sweaty palm on your thigh. 

-

She was still inside with her family as Nyx led you out to the garden. He’s the reason you met her, after all, and he’d arrived halfway through dinner, putting an end to the extensive interrogation you’d gone through. Almost like they were planning it, they’d shot rapid fire questions at you, alternating with each other and barely giving you a chance to breathe between questions - and certainly not giving your girlfriend a chance to interfere. Only when Nyx arrived were you actually able to eat the food on the table, the conversation switching to topics not surrounding you. 

“They can be intense,” he apologized. You gave him a weak smile. 

“I learned.”

“I approve,” you heard the High Lord’s voice, loud enough you knew he intended for him to hear as well. 

“So do I,” the spymaster's cool voice added. 

“She didn’t need your approval,” your girlfriend snarled, and the door flung open. 

“We’re leaving,” she announced, grabbing your arm and narrowing her eyes at Nyx - as if this was his fault. He held up his hands in a placating gesture. 

“I had nothing to do with it.” 

She huffed, but led you out of the River Palace. 

[marvelsmylife]

WIP

This is everything I’m working on for the next few weeks. I will also be posting more drabbles centering around quotes from Ana Huang books.

Scars✔️

Pairing: Azriel x Tamlin’s daughter!Reader

Plot: you are Tamlin’s only daughter who he has locked away in his palace in fear that something bad is going to happen to you. What happens when Mor decides to take you with her when she was sent to bring Feyre back to the Night Court. In a twist of fate, you discover that Azriel is your mate and while your stand off-ish at first (due to past abuse by your father), Azriel slowly gains your trust and falls in love.

The Long Lost Archeron sister chapter one: Life At Basgiath War College✔️

Pairing: Xaden Riorson x Archeron!reader, Azriel x Archeron!reader

Plot: A glimps into your life at Basgiath and your complicated relationship with Xaden Riorson.

Chosen mates✔️

Pairing: Nessian x reader

Plot: even though Nesta is mated to Cassian, she develops feelings for you. Cassian is totally on board with Nesta feelings towards you and wants her to explore those feelings. The only problem is that you’ve vocalized that you want to meet your mate already so you could have your happily ever after. What happens when you come home crying that you’ve finally met your mate but he is a sleazy cheater. Will Nesta decided to confess her feelings to you or bottle up her feelings like she’s used too.

Get your freak on

Pairing: Azriel x reader, Nessian x reader x Azriel

Plot: Nesta has expressed to Cassian that she’s interested of bring someone into their bedroom, Cassian just wasn’t counting on her suggesting his brother and his brothers mate.

Defying orders

Pairing: Brennan Sorrengail x reader

You and Brennan have been secretly hooking up for the past six months and you want to announce it to your friends. Unfortunately, Brennan doesn’t want to do that because he doesn’t want people to think he’s giving you special treatment. Instead he tries to order you around more than other cadets, but you’re not having it and decided to rebel.

I still love you . . . I promise✔️

Pairing: Liam Mairi x reader

Plot: You breaks up with Liam because Xaden ordered him to spend all of his free time protecting Violet. When you reject Liam’s multiple attempts to reconcile, Xaden decides to step in and help. But is he going to make things better, or make things worse for Liam.

Too innocent for your own good part two (title is going to change)

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Plot: it’s the night you officially accepting the mating bond and Azriel wants it to be a night you’ll never forget.

[cassianappreciationweek]

⚔︎ Day Two Round-Up: Hair ⚔︎

Fics:

Flowers (Cassian x OC) by @littlestw01f

My Rugged Illyrian Male (Cassian x Reader) by @lady-of-tearshed

Brushing Cassian's Hair (Cassian x Reader) by @throneofsapphics

Golden Threads of Time chapter 48 (Nessian) by @unhealthyfanobsession

My Sweetest Downfall (Nessian) by @wishcamper

Cassian oneshot by @mathiwrites

Pretty Princess (Cassian x Reader) by @thelov3lybookworm

I Still Carry You With Me (Nessian) by @c-e-d-dreamer

Pride of a Girl Dad (Nessian) by @asnowfern

Might Let It Down for You (Nessian) by @moodymelanist

Rite of Passage by @kale-theteaqueen

Cassian's 11 Step Haircare Routine by @climbthemountain2020

Fall For A Shooting Star Part Two by @thedeviltohisangel

Art:

Fashion icon Cassian by @/bl4cklizard, commissioned by @melphss

Werewolf Cassian by @/ranadela_x commissioned by @c-e-d-dreamer

Cassian's long hair by @artedeabs

Nesta brushing Cassian's hair by @daughter-of-lethe

Cassian's hairstyles by @nesta-apologist

Cassian pulling his hair back commissioned by @moonpatroclus, @panicatthenightcourt, and @cauldronblssd

Nessian fanart by @janearts

Other

Cassian's light workout playlist by @avabrynne

Playlist by @bookishwithathought

Cassian’s hair routine by @nestastits

[lady-of-tearshed]

A/N: I am THRILLED for this week! I've been planning these fics for a while now, and I'm so excited to show them all to you! 💕 So here's a Masterlist of my work featuring our precious Lord of bloodshed. A huge thank you to @cassianappreciationweek to host this event. You guys are amazing, good job!

Masterlist

Day one: Flying

What defines you (Angst-Comfort) (X Reader)

Sumarry: Cassian and Azriel have been sent on a mission while Rhys is away. Cassian gets back from this mission injured, and the prognosis of his wings recovery is uncertain.

Day two: Hair

My rugged Illyrian (Angst-Comfort) (Fluff) (X Reader)

Summary: Cassian is about to meet your parents for the first time, and he is skeptical that they'll appreciate his rugged Illyrian's features as much as you do...

Day three: Family

Mother knows best (Fluff) (Nessian and their OC!Daughter Briana)

Sumarry: When Cassian encounters a hair issue with Briana, he can't help but wonder through his despair in this situation: "What would Nesta do?"

Day four: Lover

Lost in translation (Angst-Comfort) (X Reader)

Summary: Cassian is worried he's being too clingy since you don't seem to show him your love with physical touches... But maybe the two of you just got lost in translation.

Day five: Scars

Scarred (angst) (Nessian and their OC!Daughter Briana)

Summary: Cassian's traumas comes back to haunt him when their daughter naively wishes for a real war, like the ones in her books.

Day six: Birthday

Birthday... Cake? (Angst) (Fluff) (x Reader)

Summary: You tried baking a birthday cake for Cassian's birthday, but you overestimated your poor cooking skills.

Day seven: Free day!

Unprofessional duties (smut) (X Reader)

Summary: You and Cassian are both generals from different Courts. Him, the famous general of the Night Court, you, the skilled and strong general of Day Court. What would happen if Helion, nosey High Lord that he is, ordered you to take the night off and enjoy the festivities with your sexy general? 😏💕

Divider by @tsunami-of-tears 💕

[itsphoenix0724]

can i please request feysands daughter reader who is in a relationship with eris’s son. They’re sneaking around and when eris and the inner circle are away for a meeting in the townhouse she sneaks her in and they makeout. They’re however caught by the whole inner circle + eris. and they literally throw eachother away and act like nothing happened but everyone knows👀😭 nyx knew already and nessians daughter knew too

Kiss Me In The Quiet. (Leander Vanserra x Reader)

Warnings: Making out, a little spicy

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi love! Thank you so much for your request! I actually had a lot of fun with this, and if anyone is interested I would definitely be willing to write more! I appreciate the visit to my inbox, please come again! As always, constructive criticism is welcome <3

“AURELIA,” You yell down the hall to your little sister's room, and you hear her treading footsteps pad to your door before it creaks open. “You have my emerald hair comb, and I need it back for tonight.” She averts her eyes quickly, her grip tightening on the door. 

“I gave it back to you after I borrowed it.” Her cheeks are turning bright red. Your poor little sister has never been able to lie because of her obvious tell. 

Your Uncle Azriel had politely ruled her out of spy work after that. 

You shoot her an incredulous look, and she cracks immediately. “Please just let me wear it for one more night! You don’t even like emeralds!” You roll your eyes and turn to face her from your vanity chair. 

“I do like emeralds. I need it back, Aurelia.” 

“But you never even wear it. You haven’t worn it in years!” 

“That’s completely irrelevant, it's mine, I need it back!” 

“But-” 

“No buts! Get your own if you like it so much!” 

“Sisters!” Your brother bursts into the room, still looking rumpled, even though you and your sister are almost completely ready to leave. “You both have more jewels than you know what to do with. Aurelia, if you want one so bad, I’m sure Mummy and Daddy dearest will get you one for solstice.” He rubs out the crease in his eyebrows, looking so much like your father at that moment that it scares you a bit. You and Aurelia whirl on your brother, now finding a common enemy. 

“Stay out of this Nyx!” You both yell in unison. Your elder brother holds his hands up in surrender, backing up a step from the budding argument. 

“I’m not trying to intervene,” he promises, “But we’re leaving for the townhouse in twenty minutes with or without the both of you.” He sends one final look before exiting the room. Hopefully, to make himself look presentable.

“The comb, Aurelia.” You send your little sister one final look, and she stomps away in a huff, grumbling all the way, but returns the comb to your room. You pin the comb in place, holding back your hair from your face. The beautiful matching emerald green dress hugged your figure. Applying one final touch to your makeup, you were out the door and down the stairs to meet the rest of your family. Your Mother and Father looked like the pinnacle of night-kissed royalty. Your Father always looked at your Mother like she hand strung every star in the sky, it made your heart lurch in your chest and your thoughts cloud with one male. 

One male who you knew for a fact would be at this meeting tonight. 

Taking your father's arm, you appeared in the cozy living room of the townhouse. Your Aunt Nesta and Uncle Cassian, along with the twins Cassandra and Cordelia, had already arrived. Your other cousin Atlas is also perched on the arm of a loveseat, shadows whispering in his ears. Nyx immediately flocks to your cousins, Aurelia leaves to find your Aunt Elain to discuss a new baking technique, leaving you alone in the center. You spot the High Lord of Autumn in a Burgandy waistcoat. He shakes hands with your Father and presses a kiss to your Mother’s knuckles. His son stood dutifully beside him, copying the actions of his father. His eyes found you a moment later, and bolts of lightning shot through your body. 

Leander Vanserra affected you, and the asshole knew it too. 

His russet curls were brushed back tonight, and you missed the messy waves framing his face, preferably by your doing. You had to move on before the staring contest between the two of became obvious. You needed to escape the trap of his gaze, maybe get something to drink before the fire lit in the pit of your stomach consumed you whole. You just had to wait for the adults to leave for the meeting, and your cousins and siblings just had to get drunk enough to slip away into your corner of the library.

Disappearing into the kitchen you dip into one of your Father’s expensive bottles of whiskey, pouring yourself three fingers worth, and trying not to remind yourself that the color resembled a certain male’s eyes. A warmth appears at your back and steals the glass of bourbon right before it reaches your lips. Strong hands wrap around your waist, and you turn around to find the offender pressing your cup to his lips, downing the drink. 

“That was mine you know.” The hand rubs soothing circles into the curve of your waist. Despite your admonishment, Leander seems perfectly content to crowd your space and steal your drink. 

“You seem to have misplaced it, it couldn’t have found its way into my possession otherwise.” The feline grin that stretches across his face makes you want to kiss him stupid and chase the burning whiskey down his throat. He seems to agree with your sentiment because his amber eyes haven’t left your lips. “Meet me in the library at eleven-thirty. Our parents are returning at midnight.” His voice drops an octave, pouring into your veins like slow-melting sugar. 

“Only thirty minutes, I feel you may be overestimating yourself Vanserra.” He adds to your high with a dark chuckle, hand coming up to gently clasp your jaw. He tilts your head to the side, and the sight of your obedience lights sparks in his eyes. His thumb rubs over your bottom lip in a sensual promise. 

“Oh Fawn,” he tuts. Just the right amount of condescending to make you melt. He leans down so his lips are level with your ear, his lips brush against you with every word, and you stomp down every shiver threatening to surface. “We both know I can make you fall apart in five.” After that he pulls away completely, draining the rest of your whiskey, and sets the crystal glass face down on the counter. Your eyes track his tongue as he licks the remainder off his lips, he winks at you once before abandoning your heaving form in the kitchen. 

You really needed a glass of whiskey now, maybe the whole fucking bottle, if you were going to get through this night. It was only eleven. You still had half an hour of making nice to do. Walking back into the living room you found Leander sitting enthralled in conversation with your cousin Cordelia.

Two can play at his little game. If you leaned forward a bit, and if his eyes dipped to the neckline of your dress that was none of your business. 

“Where is Pandora tonight?” Cordelia asked with a slight red tinge to her tan cheeks, hulking wings ruffling behind her. You fail to hide your smugness at the way Leander doesn’t even seem to hear her question, too preoccupied with staring at you. Your cousin calls his name again and he glares at you before answering her. 

“Pandora elected to stay with my mother tonight. She was feeling a bit ill.” You don’t fail to miss the way Cordelia’s wings droop at his response, but you have no time to ponder it further as the large grandfather clock chimes once.

It’s eleven thirty. 

You announce to the group that you have to use the restroom and excuse yourself. Making your way to the library, wandering through the stacks you stop infront of a painting to lean against the small table underneath it. It’s quiet in here, with nothing but piles of books surrounding you and the blanket of moonlight streaming through the windows.  It takes five minutes for Leander to appear out of the shadows. 

“Leo,” you whisper. He’s on you in a second, pinning you in place with a searing kiss. His warm hands trace the curves of your body, lifting you in one solid motion onto the table. You get your earlier wish, hands rushing straight to his hair to get a hold of the curls you love so much. He heaves a breath before moving to kiss down your neck. 

“That was a dirty little trick you played in the living room Fawn.” He bites particularly hard at the crook of your shoulder. You thank the Cauldron for your inherited gift of glamouring because that’s sure to leave a mark. 

“Oh, my poor Lion,” he simpers at the nickname just like he always does, melting like candle wax in warm sunlight. You abuse the spot where his neck meets his ear and drawl in a voice like star-flecked silk, “Payback for what you did to me in the kitchen.” He lets out a laugh that dissolves into a moan. 

“It seems I have some apologizing to do,” His voice drops into that low timber again as he skims his hands along the underside of your breasts. 

“I was promised five minutes,” You smile as his hands start to bunch up the bottom of your dress growling at the sheer amount of layers blocking him from his destination. He’s just about to drop down to his knees and give you exactly what you’ve been waiting all evening for. 

And then the door opens. 

You two snap apart with impressive speed, even by fae standards. You pretend to read a book that had been abandoned on the table and Leander feigns looking at the titles on a nearby bookcase. 

“Alright,” Calls your mother's voice, “would the two of you like to explain something?” She raises one eyebrow at you, looking over at your clearly disheveled state. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You turn a page in the book you’re reading, the random words skimming past your eyes. 

“Sweetheart.” 

“Yes, Mother?” 

“Your book is upside down.” You sighed in defeat, closing the book and leaning your back against the wall. Your mother smiles, blue eyes alighting in victory “You owe me twenty gold marks, Rhys.” You shoot her an incredulous look as Eris appears and claps a hand on his son’s shoulder. 

“How did you find out?” Leander winces eyes darting between your parents. 

“It’s not as if the two of you make a conscious effort to hide it.” Your brother’s voice comes booming from the back, “You two practically eye fuck each other every time you’re in the same room.” Atlas smacks him upside the head as Cassandra’s laughter echoes through the library. 

“Can we please just talk about this later?” You feel your cheeks flame in embarrassment as you jump off the table. Your mother escorts you out arm and arm back into the main area of the townhouse.

“We certainly have a lot of talking to do about this later.” You know it will be a long discussion, even worse when your father starts on about inner court politics. Looking at Leander he seems to be getting a similar discussion if Eris’s muttering whispers are anything to go by, but he’s still sending you that sugar-sweet smile. 

You get the feeling in your gut that everything will turn out okay. Just as long as he keeps smiling at you like that.

[helionmylove]

Should I start writing fanfics? I have a couple 3+hr drives coming up.

So far my thoughts are

Feysand + Daughter Angst Feysand’s daughter gets her wings damaged by an enemy

Azriel x Reader Fluff/Smut Azriel comes home from a mission and the mating bond snaps

Nessian + Daughter Fluff Nessians daughter has her cycle and normally nesta helps her get supplies but she’s out with the valkyries so Cass steps in to help

Azriel x reader x eris Smut Azriel and eris need to work out some frustration, and they’re both attracted to reader

Mor x reader Fluff/Smut Mor and her mate enjoy some cuddles and spice after accepting the mating bond

Rowaelin x reader Fluff/Smut Reader feels out of place in her relationship with Rowan and Aelin, they decide to show her just how much she means to them

Fenrys x Reader Fluff/Smut would be two parts, part one is fenrys trying to get reader pregnant. Part two is fenrys reacting to having twins

Ithan x Reader Fluff/Smut Ithan meets another lone wolf and they hit it off right away. Will include ithan being teased by his roommates for being too loud

If anyone would be interested in these let me know

[moonfawnx]

Old Masterlist- 2022 work

Acotar

my ocs

Azriel x reader

perfect

Come back to me

Hatefuck with azriel

threesome azriel and ruhn danaan

Rhysand x reader

A better tomorrow

pleasure kink with rhys

Eris x reader

Pleading and Forgiveness

Adult Nyx x reader

The hand that once held mine pt2

bathing with nyx headcanons

nyx’s kinks

Drapples

Rhazan is away and you spend a night with his mate Sidra(Rhys’s mom) x reader

Jealous ezra punishing you(Nessian daughter x reader)

Rhazan’s kinks

Throne of Glass

Asterin x reader

jealous asterin

[sodamnradd]

After reading ACOSF I have an unpopular ship prediction for Nesta *SPOILERS BELOW*

Okay so I just finished ACOSF and I don’t think Nesta x Cassian are endgame... 

Long-winded explanation with quotes for proof below!

I think Nesta and Eris are going to happen.

Here are the reasons why (my opinions of course and I could be totally wrong but):

Maas is the queen of jumping ship and Cassian was the perfect set-off for Nesta. She needed to train and heal, just as Dorian and Chaol filled that void for Aelin in Throne of Glass. 

Nesta’s mother always told her she’d end up with a prince. If Feyre’s mate is the most powerful High Lord, does it really make sense for someone as powerful and badass as Nesta to end up with a General? I love Cassian-- but is he epic enough for Nesta? PLUS Lanthys’s vision showed Nesta on a throne, ruling a kingdom. Foreshadowing?  

Which leads me to when Az and Cassian tell Rhys he should be High King but he refuses. What if it’s not Rhys’s place? What if there should be a High Queen and it’s Nesta? 

Besides making Cassian jealous what was the point of Nesta dancing with Eris? It’s a waste of a scene solely for the purpose of Cassian’s jealousy. The reader is well aware he’s into her at this point you don’t need a jealous scene to prove it. (See quotes below to show all the details jammed into Nesta and Eris’s dances for proof). 

I suspect Rhys is aware of the possibility of Nesta and Eris, which is perhaps why he is so weary of Nesta in the first place. She may very well crush Cassian’s heart

In Azriel’s bonus chapter, he mentions that it doesn’t make sense for Elain to be mated to Lucien while Nesta and Feyre’s mates are in the Night Court. But, what if Nesta’s place is also in Autumn? The Cauldron Made Nesta more than a High Fae, it’s not out of the question for her to have more than one mate. Especially because Elain was also Made and is Lucien’s mate. 

At the end of the book, Cassian and Nesta don’t do the mating ceremony yet which means there’s a chance it won’t happen. OR if it does, it’s not to say Nesta doesn’t have the fiery spirit to walk away from her mate. 

BESIDES so much can be done with Eris’s character! He is misunderstood, just like Nesta. She is constantly telling herself that Cassian is too good for her, would she feel that way with someone like Eris? Is it healthy to feel that way about your partner? I think Eris and Nesta have a lot of commonalities and will ultimately bond on a far more emotional level. Nesta and Cassian’s relationship is mainly physical, I think Nesta needs a deeper emotional connection. 

Quotes Worth Mentioning 

Chapter Forty-Three, Eris tells Nesta “When you get tired of the animal, come find me, I’ll show you how a future High Lord plays.”

Chapter Fifty-Seven, “She held his eyes throughout each step, let him feel her supple body, how pliant it was as she arched into a cluster of notes. His hand tightened on her, fingers digging into the groove of her spine, and she let a small smile rise to her red-painted lips. She had never worn such a color on her mouth. It looked like sin personified.” -- what is the colour you automatically associate with Eris and the Autumn Court? Red, red, red! Also, this scene is hot. Too hot and descriptive for the purpose of simple jealousy.

Chapter Fifty-Seven, Nesta’s inner-monologue, “She’d seen a Queen of the Night. As merciless and beautiful as the god Lanthys had wanted to make her.” -- comparison to a Queen again, why mention it so much if it isn’t going to happen?

Chapter Fifty-Seven, “[Nesta’s] gaze locking back to [Eris] exactly as the music returned to the melody. Flame simmered in his eyes, and he spun her again.” -- they are dual flames, one is fire and the other is ice.

Chapter Fifty-Seven, “Eris had her hand again, spinning her three more times, his red hair glinting like fire as if in echo to the unchecked, dark joy bursting from her.” --Mention of red again, only a few paragraphs after describing Nesta’s red lips. Unchecked joy bursting from Nesta as she dances with Eris? My oh my. 

Chapter Fifty-Seven, “Nesta’s mother had wanted a prince for her. Cassian now thought she’d undervalued her daughter. Only a king or an emperor would do for someone with that level of skill.” -- Ding, ding, ding! Even Cassian has put it together. ALSO Nesta associated with a crown again. 

Chapter Fifty-Seven, “Eris dropped to a knee before [Nesta] and held up a hand” -- he is literally on his knee for her. A parallel with Rhys and Feyre?

Chapter Fifty-Seven, Eris tells Nesta, “Don’t believe the lies they tell you about me.”

Chapter Fifty-Seven, “Nesta’s mouth twitched to one side. ‘And you? Who do you love?’ His smile sharpened. ‘Are you inquiring about my eligibility?’ ‘I’m merely saying it’s hard to find a good dance partner these days.’ Eris laughed, the sound like silk over her skin. She shivered.” --ummm if that’s not chemistry idk what is

Chapter Fifty-Seven, Eris tells Nesta, “You’re wasted at the Night Court... absolutely wasted.” -- He’s right, Nesta should be ruling her own kingdom, not living in Feyre’s Court. 

Chapter Fifty-Seven, Rhys and Eris discussing Nesta becoming Eris’s bride. “‘And it seems foolish for you to offer me anything I want in exchange for her, anyway.’ His jaw tightened. ‘I have my reasons.’” --Cassian assumes Eris wants Nesta because of her power, but what if it’s deeper than that? So deep he’s willing to offer almost anything for her, except his firstborn. 

THEREFORE, I’m convinced Eris x Nesta is going to happen-- or another character that is a prince/king/something epic of some kind for her. 

Cassian is hot af, don’t get me wrong. I love him. But he’s not enough for a glorious woman like Nesta who needs to be pushed further so she can conquer much, much bigger things. 

Eris or not, I don’t think Nessian is endgame. 

[throneofsapphics]

MORE ERIS DAUGHTER X READER I LOVE THEMMMM MY LITTLE SAPPHIC HEART IS POUNDING

stolen moments and chance meetings pt2

Eris’s daughter x Reader (Nessian's daughter)

Summary: nyx catches you in a compromising position.

Warnings: none

A/N: a little follow up drabble! (part one) (part three)

“So this is who you’ve been seeing,” Nyx said. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You were currently pressed back against a tree, Cora’s body fitted perfectly against yours. Elegant as ever, she took a step back, brushing her hands off on her trousers. It probably wasn’t meant in a negative way … but you felt like she was wiping away something dirty. You. Her dirty little secret. 

Then … her arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into her side. Your cousin tensed, but didn’t move. 

“Is that a problem?” She snarled, and you could feel the power rolling from her. 

Nyx’s flared to meet her own, even as he held his hands up in a placating motion, a shit-eating grin on his face. He was enjoying this. 

“Did you really follow me?” You sighed, trying to diffuse the tension. 

He ignored you. She ignored you, choosing to glare at each other. You glanced down at the floor, not wanting to get involved in their little standoff. 

“Let’s go,” he said to you, holding out a hand. For a good few moments, you stared at it, before glancing back at Cora. She kept her attention on Nyx, eyes narrowed, as if he might attack her at any moment. 

‘Leashed like a dog.’ Cora’s words from last week had floated in your mind more than you cared to admit. 

“I’ll be back later, Nyx.” Pride came from the female currently glued to your side.

‘Are you certain?’ His voice flooded in your mind. 

‘Yes. I’m perfectly safe.’ 

‘I’ll keep your secret,’ he promised, and answered your next question before you could ask, ‘no cost.’ 

“Hurt her, and I’ll see how many of your bones I can break before I turn you into dust.” Nyx disappeared before either of you could reply. 

“A bit dramatic, isn’t he?” Cora mused, glancing at you. “Where were we?” 

[throneofsapphics]

ERIS'S DAUGHTER X READER BUT BOTH OF THEIR PARENTS FIND OUT ABOUT IT. I NEED THEIR REACTIONS.

Ps: Love your writing! 🥳

-~Cherry Anon~ 🍒 🌸

stolen moments and chance meetings pt3

Eris’s Daughter x Reader (Nessian’s daughter)

Summary: A stolen moment together leads to tough conversations and tense encounters. 

Warnings: none

A/N: ahhh thank you! I had to jump on this, I squealed when I saw it and my mind raced. (part one) (part two)

“Well. Isn’t this interesting,” a smooth and cold voice commented, dragging you quite rudely out of your brief escape.

That voice. You knew that voice. The High Lord of the Autumn Court. His daughter currently had you pinned up against a wall, and not with a knife to your throat. 

There wasn’t any getting out of this, any explaining it away. Cora stiffened against you, before taking a step back. Eyes still on you, filled with slight alarm - and … maybe a hint of relief. You took the brief pause to straighten yourself, squaring your shoulders back, but keeping your arms loose at your sides. 

Watching her mask fall in place, the cool and collected calm, she grabbed your hand before turning to face the small audience. 

The High Lord Eris, and your parents, as well as Nyx lingering in the background. 

Sorry, his voice slipped into your mind, I tried to keep them away.

It was bound to happen. He disappeared. The sound of the ball still came in the background, the scent of pine from the evergreen dragged into the court, festive music floating distantly through the space. 

Refocusing on the present, you found everything at a standstill. Time seemed to stop as all of the parties weighed each other. Nobody spoke. Cora was currently staring down her father, and with a harsh swallow you looked at your parents. Your mother looked amused, your father concerned and very on edge - actually, he looked ready to grab you and spirit you out of here. A hand, your mothers, gripped his shoulder - keeping him right in place. It was one thing for Nyx to know, but for them … well, it certainly made things more official. 

It was common knowledge Cora was a skilled courtier with a silver tongue and quick wit. Gods, they’d seen her throughout the years, ever since she began visiting Hewn City with her father, around five years ago. The two of you had never shown anything other than cordial acquaintance in public - only Nyx knew somewhat of the extent of your actual relationship, if you could call it that. 

The Winter Solstice ball at the Court of Nightmares. Maybe it was foolish of the two of you, but you’d gone so long without seeing each other that you couldn’t resist sneaking away just for a few moments. A silent conversation with Nyx, and he agreed to try and keep the attention away for a few minutes. Glancing at the clock beyond, a few minutes had turned into ten. It was too easy to lose track of time with her. 

The High Lord’s attention turned to you, and instinctively your wings tucked in tight. He tracked the movement, and his mouth curved up at the corner - briefly. In your peripheral, your father bristled, and Cora’s hand tightened around yours. Because of her father, or yours?

This male, you’d heard several versions of. According to Cora, he was an attentive - if not a bit tough, father. According to your parents … not quite as flattering, but not horrible either. 

He wasn’t speaking, and you’d be damned if you were the first to break the silence. Instead of words, you chose to squeeze Cora’s hand, taking a step closer to her and hoped your eyes conveyed the words you hadn’t actually spoken aloud to her; I love your daughter, mixed with a you’ll have to pry her out of my cold dead hands. He didn’t shift, not a flicker of emotion. Maybe you should try and master your mothers ‘slay your enemies’ look. 

Normally the portrait of smooth self-assurance, his pale face was stone cold. Unreadable, but the lack of the usual expression showed he wasn’t exactly pleased with this turn of events. Better than outright distaste, you supposed. Not by much. 

“Let’s go,” he reached out a hand for Cora. 

She assessed, paused, and turned to you, lips barely grazing over your ear - somehow speaking just loud enough for you to hear, “this isn’t over. I’ll be in touch,” and dropped your hand, confidently striding towards him, without a look back. In touch. That could mean so many different things.

Two heads of auburn hair retreated, two sets of shoulders held high and walking with every bit of elegance and power. 

As soon as they disappeared from sight, you couldn’t help how your face fell, back pressing in against the stone, head tilting up towards the ceiling. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said - before they could throw some kind of remark out there. Gods, if they tried to insult her … you fought down the bit of anger that surged at the mere possibility. 

Your mother approached you first, holding onto your hand, your father a pace or two behind. “Is she good for you?” 

“If she’s not i’ll -” you admired how easily she cut off your father’s words, just with a raised hand. 

“I think so.” Not a great answer, but the best you could give. Sure, she’d stolen your fucking heart, but there wasn’t a chance to really be together, not as a traditional couple could. 

While your mother was infuriatingly unreadable, you knew all of your emotions shone through at once, and sure enough she studied you to the point of uncomfortability. 

Shifting on your feet, you dropped her hand. “Won’t our absence be noted?” 

“Go back, Cassian.” With something like a grumble, he did, not before catching your eye first - a promise, we’ll talk about this later. You all but rolled your eyes at him. “How long?” She turned on you. 

“Over three years.” 

A slight widening of her eyes. “I knew there was someone,” her head tilted. “Maybe I should’ve asked a few more questions.” 

“I’m not going to ask for your approval,” you said - too quickly. 

The look she gave you almost made you shift on your feet, but her lips curved up at the corners and she nodded once. “Good.” 

“Good?” Your jaw dropped. 

“You’re aware of what you’re getting yourself into.” A statement, not a question. Were you? Maybe not, but you’re in this now and little would stop you from seeing it through. As far as Cora would let you.

“Yes,” you tried to imbue as much confidence as possible into that one word. 

Her eyes narrowed briefly, but she didn’t say anything else, turning back towards the ballroom, waiting for you. Gathering your skirts with one hand, you took a breath, stilling your mind, and followed. 

By the time you returned, Cora and her father were gone. 

-

Walking away from you, towards her father, was a different kind of misery. It took all of her not to look back at you. But, before she could figure the rest of this out, there was some damage control to do on her part. She didn’t care about her father’s approval, but she knew he’d be disappointed she hid this from him for so long, and once he asked she wouldn’t be able to lie to him. He always knew. The disappointment would sting. 

He winnowed them further away than he normally would, giving them a bit of time to walk. Away from prying ears and eyes. 

“How long?” He asked first. 

“A little over three years.” Three years, two months, and fifteen days if she was being exact - since the first time she kissed you. 

Her eyes met yours across the ball room. You were looking again, but so was she. She angled her head very briefly towards a side corridor, and slipped out - waiting to see if you’d take the bait. Of course, you knew each other casually - but this might be one of the riskiest things she’s done. If it actually worked. 

A few minutes later, you appeared, stopping just a few feet away. Cora stepped closer. Closer. You didn’t move or flinch. Later, she would be able to tell who moved first, but your lips met in a frenzy of passion and subtly built need. Sweet, gods your lips tasted so sweet.

“I’m impressed I haven’t found out yet,” he mused, his sharp eyes cutting to look at her. “You could’ve told me.” 

She paused, heels digging into the ground. “And listen to you call her a brute?” 

He had the good sense to choose his next words carefully. “Any daughter of Nesta Archeron could not be classified as a brute.” 

Her chin lifted, “I won’t ask for your approval. I won’t stop seeing her, unless she asks to.” 

“I’d expect nothing less.”

She raised her brows. “No arguments against it?” 

A short laugh. “I could give you hundreds of arguments against it, but I know which battles to pick.” 

“So you’re just … fine with it?” 

“I thought you weren’t asking for my approval,” he shot back at her. 

“I’m not,” she flicked auburn hair over her shoulder, “only expressing my surprise.” 

They fell into step next to each other, the rest of the walk in comfortable silence. He wasn't ‘fine with it,’ she knew that much. Not because it’s you, but he’d never think anyone was good enough for her. Besides, he’d promised her early on she’d never be treated as some kind of bargaining tool, unless she chose to. 

Bargain. 

That was a dangerous word, an even more dangerous line of thinking. To be with you, she feared how much she’d trade. Perhaps too much. 

[throneofsapphics]

Oooo okay I love the idea of Tamlin's daughter and like Nessian's daughter or even like Eris or Lucian's daughter?

The Romeo and Juliet vibes ✨️

stolen moments and chance meetings. 

Eris’s daughter x Reader (Nessian's daughter)

Summary: You and Eris’s daughter run into each other. 

Warnings: none

A/N: i love this idea so much (part two) (part three)

Wandering was bad. You knew that, well aware it was a beacon for danger, but when you spotted the quaint little clearing, you couldn’t help yourself. Technically it was spring court territory, but with a quick sweep of the perimeter, there wasn’t anyone in sight for miles. Just over the border, easy enough to make a quick escape. Worth the risk. 

It would be a nice way to cool off, you’d been flying for hours, and despite the wind sweat was dripping down your spine, off your temples. A “conditioning flight.” You had a love-hate relationship with them. 

Landing softly on the moss, you sighed and rolled your shoulders back, heading right for the pond - a beautiful clear blue. Heading right for it, you cupped the liquid between your hands, splashing your face, letting the water cool your burning skin, and nearly moaned at the sensation.

A few gulps later, and you were feeling much better, and sat back on your heels. 

“Someone’s not where they’re supposed to be.” 

Fuck. You recognized that voice. How had she snuck up on you? Unfortunately or fortunately, it wouldn’t be the first time. 

“I could say the same to you,” you countered, standing and turning slowly to face her. Cora Vanserra grinned at you, leaning back against a tree, arms crossed over her chest, red hair glinting in the sun. Beautiful and arrogant in equal measures, but it’s something you liked about her. There was something a little untrustworthy about someone too humble, in your opinion. 

“What’s your excuse?” She asked. You pointed at the pond, giving her a look that said; are you that stupid? Her eyes rolled. 

“And yours?” 

“I was close to the border anyway, when I saw you.” 

You’re her excuse. “Miss me that much, Cora?” you let her name drag out, testing it on your tongue. How many times had you actually said it? You saw each other two months ago, at another ball in Hewn City, and stole a few wonderful moments together in the bathroom. Of course there were the letters … but you hadn’t been able to risk many of those, even coded. Not since Nyx snooped and saw you had a secret lover. On threat of a slow and painful removal of his favorite part, he kept it to himself. 

She crossed the clearing, in front of you in moments, hands gripping your hips as she tugged you close. Your wings tucked in tight as you took in her gaze, amber eyes digging right into you - as if they could see through every layer. 

Her thumbs brushed back and forth over your stomach, heat burning through your clothes. You fought the urge to look down and see if you actually were on fire. Instead, you reached up and brushed your knuckles across her cheek, delighting in how she leaned into you, before lazily winding your arms around her shoulders. 

Where are you? A voice thundered through your mind. Nyx. Shit, you were supposed to meet him. Supposed to be done with your flight by now. 

Took a break, you answered, focused on shielding your current location. 

Where? He sounded exasperated, I’ll come get you.

That’s the last thing you need, for him to smell her scent in here. You needed the wind to brush it off of your own anyway. 

No need, I’m on my way now.

“Who was it this time?” She sighed, seeing the glazed over look in your eyes. 

“Nyx. He’s about to come get me.” 

“Leashed like a dog,” she murmured.

“And you’re much better?”

Her shoulders rose and fell. “When will I see you again?” she deflected. 

This little clearing was rather nice. And spring was relatively neutral territory. 

“Meet me here in a week. Sunrise.” 

Her head tilted. Calculating. “So clandestine.” 

“Do we have any other choice?” Your teeth tugged on your bottom lip, her hands squeezing around your waist. 

“And if I don’t show?” 

Mother above, you always forget how much she loves her little games. 

Cupping her face with both hands, you leaned forward, pausing a hair's breadth away. Her eyes widened, breath catching, and you grazed your lips over hers. A mockery of a kiss, but it did the job - her heart rate rose, breaths coming faster. Stepping back and shrugging off her grip, you rolled your shoulders back. 

“A little motivation for you,” you said - barely above the wind. Flaring your wings once, twice, three times, you shot off into the sky. Leaving a still, and contemplative Vanserra behind. 

Stolen moments, that’s all the two of you were destined for, and never enough of them. 

The wind slowly stripped you of her scent, of nutmeg and the first day of autumn, as you tried your best to commit it to memory. 

Where. Are. You. 

Nyx was worse than your parents with the fussing. This time, you shared a view of your surroundings, just as you crossed past the border of Spring. 

Where the fuck have you been? 

You ignored him. There was still a flight home to think of a good excuse. That’s if he didn’t decide to come grab you mid-flight. It wouldn’t be the first time.

[cassianappreciationweek]

⚔︎ Day Seven Round-Up: Free Day ⚔︎

Fics:

The Fox and the Hound Part 1 (Cassian x Reader) by @readychilledwine

Good Boy (Cassian x Reader) by @littlest-w01f

Unprofessional Duties (Cassian x Reader) by @lady-of-tearshed

In My Civilization You’re the King and the Queen (Nessian) by @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk

Like Mother, Like Daughter (Cassian & Reader Daughter) by @readychilledwine

Amidst the Madness: Chapter 14 (Nessian) by @unhealthyfanobsession

The City of Starlight auction incident (Cassian x Reader) by @daycourtofficial

My Most Idiotic Mate (Cassian x Reader) by @mcuamerica

Bets and Games (Cassian x Reader) by @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden

Crush (Cassian x Reader) by @readychilledwine

The ways you say my name, have me running on and on (Nessian) by @asnowfern

Come Here Sweetheart (Cassian x Reader) by @sarawritestories

Dessert for a King (Cassian x Reader) by @readychilledwine

Falling for a Shooting Star (Cassian x OC) by @thedeviltohisangel

Mating Bond (Cassian x Reader) by @mcuamerica

When the Steam Settles (Cassian x Rhysand) by @shadowqueenjude and @sonics-atelier

Art:

Nessian fanart by @rosesncarnations

Nessian as Morticia and Gomez by @/xo.hikka commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn

Cassian in short shorts by @dawneternal commissioned by @c-e-d-dreamer

Cassian and his daughter by @/_inkye commissioned by @podemechamardek

Barbarian Cassian by @nesta-apologist

Nessian fanart by @artedeabs

Other:

Cassian, Lord of Bloodshed by @bookishwithathought

[cassianappreciationweek]

⚔︎ Day Three Round-Up: Family ⚔︎

Fics:

In the Eye of Your Storm (Nessian) by @unhealthyfanobsession

Caring (Cassian x Reader) by @littlestw01f

Mother Knows Best (Nessian & their daughter) by @lady-of-tearshed

Loads of Fun (Nessian & their daughters) by @moodymelanist

Wreck My Plans, That’s My Man: Prequel (Nessian) by @c-e-d-dreamer

Covered (Cassian x Reader) by @thelov3lybookworm

Chance to Lose You by @avabrynne

Burning from the Inside Out: Bonus Chapter (Nessian) by @kale-theteaqueen

Family Man (Nessian) by @jsmelodies

Art:

Nessian Chibi fanart commissioned by @melphss, drawn by @lib-arts

Cassian & Azriel fanart commissioned by @moonpatroclus & @cauldronblssd

Cassian, Azriel, & Rhys fanart by @nesta-apologist

Other:

Favorite Quotes by @bookishwithathought

[cassianappreciationweek]

⚔︎ Day Five Round-Up: Scars ⚔︎

Fics:

Scarred (Nessian & OC Daughter) by @lady-of-tearshed

Home (Cassian x Reader) by @littlestw01f

When We Howl, the Moon Will Cower: Chapter 5 (Nessian) by @c-e-d-dreamer

If These Scars Could Speak (Nessian) by @unhealthyfanobsession

Art:

Cassian and Young Cassian by @queercontrarian

Cassian fanart by @linarttz, commissioned by @melphss

Cassian fanart by @jayfeather323, commissioned by @c-e-d-dreamer

Cassian fanart by @nesta-apologist

[moonfawnx]

ezra x reader

warnings: smut, dom!ezra x sub!reader.

summary: you and ezra are mated but what happens when the heir of the night flirts with you as a joke?

note: ezra is nessians' daughter, elias is elucien's son, Ace is Azriel's son and Astra Feysand's daughter.

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I knew she was furious- I could feel it through the bond.

It had only been a month since Ezra and I mated. Her parents were more than happy for us despite both of us being females.

The bond had clicked for her first- i was only a friend of Elias who was working at a local bookshop in the heart of Velaris.

My mate kept the bond a secret for a month until starfall- when we were star gazing together and it clicked for me as well. She had kissed me- for the very first time that night and then took me at her house. She had just moved out of her parents house and bought her own apartment.

She first took me on the door, the kitchen table and lastly her bed. We fell asleep in each other's arms and the very next morning i cooked breakfast for her. Needless to day that we didn't get out of her house for some days.

Although it had been a month, she was still extremely possessive- like right now.

We were invited at Rita's with Astra, Nyx, Ace and Elias. We had just gotten there- she was wearing a tight black dress with lace and i was wearing a similar one but in dark blue.

Everything was going alright until Nyx pulled me on the dance floor, placed his hands on my hips and started dancing with me in a very intimate style.

I could feel her gaze on me, her anger burning me through the bond.

It was only until Nyx grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "I apologize- it's just hilarious to watch that mate of yours ready to choke me" he grinned as i felt her grab my waist from behind us and pull me towards her.

I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye to the others when she winnowed us to her apartment, hands still on my hips.

She started leaving a trail of kisses on the side of my neck and run her hands through my breasts.

"Ezra.." I tried but she cut me off. "Don't talk. Don't talk until i say you can." She grabbed my hand and took us to her bedroom when she moved to her closet and pulled out her box of toys.

"lay on the bed" she orders me and i obligate. I see her walking towards me holding a cloth as she wraps it around my eyes.

I feel her hands running through my body, taking my dress off. I can hear her stripping as well and all i want is to touch her- her breasts, her core.

She takes off my bra and panties as she gives my nipple a soft pinch.

She grabs my hands and ties them on the head of the bed as I can feel her kneeling between my legs, spreading them and i stay still-breathing hard but still- waiting for her to touch me.

I feel her hands running through my breasts as two of her fingers thrust inside me with no warning.

"aah- Ezra!" I moan as she pumps her long fingers inside me in a fast rythme.

She suddenly stops- "did i give you permission to talk?" she asks her voice harsh.

"I'm sorr-" I attempt to say but she cuts me off by colliding her mouth to mine. She trails kisses down my jaw and collarbone till she starts sucking on my nipples.

I whine at that and she pulls away. "You've been such a bad girl all day baby." she says as she thrusts her fingers inside me again.

She swallows my pathetic moans with her mouth and draws me extremely close to my climax.

She realizes that- and pulls her fingers away from my pussy once again. My eyes get teary with desire and frustration.

"I think you have to earn it lovey" she teases "make me cum and then I'll consider letting you finish as well" she says and i can feel her moving on top of me, her thighs on top of my head.

She softly sits on my face as i do my best to please my mate. I trust my tongue inside her as she moans above me. I use my lips, teeth and tongue to make her see stars- i suck on her clit and move my face as she grinds on my noce and chin.

She doesn't bother trying to quiet herself- she's loud and I love it, she knows I do.

I keep working, almost forgetting my wetness between my legs- almost.

I could spend hours there, in between Ezras' legs. She grabs a fist of my hair as she moves faster and I can tell she's close.

After a few seconds, she finishes in my mouth with a loud moan as she slowly pulls away from my face.

I swallow her juices, always happy to please her.

"We should get rid of this, shall we?" she says as she unties the cloth from my eyes finally allowing me to see her.

Her dark hair is perfect as always and her blue eyes full of desire. Her tanned skin slik with sweat as she runs her hand up and down my thigh.

"hmm i think you earned your treat, don't you think baby?" she smiles as she gets up and straps her dildo on her.

She walks in between my legs and slowly lines her cock up with my entrance.

Without a warning she thrusts in my hole inna dizzying pace. A loud moan escapes my lips as she digs her fingers in my hips to thrust harder and faster inside me.

My eyes roll at the back of my head as she thrusts inside me and wraps one hand around my throat as the other one squeezes my ass.

I can feel an orgasm building inside me as I moan again.

"Let it go baby, come for me" she smiles as my eyes roll at the back of my head and my mouth hangs open.

A loud scream escapes my lips as i finish, squinting on her cock.

She pulls out and kisses me as she whispers praises in my ears.

She unstraps her dildo and when she's completely naked she takes me bridal style and walks towards her bathroom.

We get in the tub together which is already full of warm water thanks to the magic of the house and she slowly washes me as i sit in between her legs, my back on her chest.

We stay there for some time as i slowly fall asleep in her arms.

A few minutes before i close my eyes i hear her whisper.

"I love you y/n"

"I love you too Ezra"