#nessian mini fic

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Nessian Fics

One Shots

Decorating for Christmas ^

Still In Love With You *^

Mating Ceremony and human traditions *^

Aftermath of the kelpie attack rewrite *

Holiday second chance romance *^~

Dreaming of soulmates ^

Work interruptions (daddy Cassian fic) ~

Handyman Cassian ^

Gargoyle Cassian ~

Cassian's mating instincts kick in // Part Two *

Cassian beefs with Nesta's dog ^

Nesta surprises Cassian with a gift ~

Punk-rocker Cassian and jealous Nesta // Prequel ~^

Workplace rivals to lovers ^

Cassian crashes Nesta's bad date ^

Fae Cassian/Human Nesta ~^

Cassian bids on Nesta in a charity date auction ^

Cowboy Cassian ~

Nesta rescues Cassian ^

Drabbles

Nessian takes a vacation ^

Soft pregnant Nesta ^

Nesta suffers a miscarriage *

Nessian go to a haunted house ^

Nesta takes care of Cassian ^

Nesta comforts upset Cassian ^

Cassian gets in a car accident *

Holiday shopping goes wrong (and then right) *^

Nessian's daughter sees Mommy kissing Santa Claus ^

Cassian taking care of pregnant Nesta ^

Nesta tracks Cassian down for a book ^

Scare actor Cassian ^

Nesta needs comfort (sweater weather) *

Airport meet cute ^

Cassian realizing his feelings ^

First kiss anniversary ^

Magic Mike Cassian ^

Neighbors to lovers (the topless Nesta fic(tm)) ^

Cassian's haircare routine ^

Visiting Cassian's birthplace *

TikTok stars Nessian ^

Nessian amusement park date ^

Cassian remembering Rhys' mother *

Mini-Fics

Nesta Has a Nightmare ^

Nesta Indulges Cassian’s Hobby ^

Nesta Learns a New Hobby ^

At the Bookstore ^

Soft Simp Cassian ^

Key: ^ fluff // * angst // ~ smut

[readychilledwine]

Hi luvie!! Can I request a smut prompt? Voyeurism with any of the bat boys (or maybe all of them😶🫣) and the inner circle?

I actually have a few options for this! But let me know if none of these are what you want, and I can work something up. This is one of my favorite kinks to write!

Surprises is Rhysand x Tamlins Sister Reader x Azriel that starts voyeuristic and turns into a threesome.

Oxytocin is part of a mini series Rhysand x Azriel's sister OC. This specific part ends with Rhysand watching her watch herself in the mirror 👀

Fours Company is a two part. There's a lot of implied voyeurism. It's Azriel x Vanserra Oc x Nessian

The Ruining of Seraphina has implied voyeurism and is vanserra oc x the inner circle. The smut isn't as described as my normal stuff, but I've been told she gets the done 😅

For the High Lady is poly batboys x reader and has some voyeurism. It can be read with this Auralism post where it's implied Azriel and Cassian are watching, and reader and Rhys are literally sitting there during a party in Hewn City

This Size Kink fic has a type of voyeurism. It's Azriel x Reader with Nessian at the end.

My personal favorite I've written (and that might be because I'm in my Rhysie era) is the Exhibitionist Kink fic with my reader from Drumming Song and Rhysand.

[oristian]

📝✍️

📝 — shout out your favorite Nessian fic and/or writer!

I recommend this fic to absolutely everyone—“Let Our Hearts, Like Doors, Open Wide,” written by pumpkinspice_lou (if they have a Tumblr, please let me know!) It is one of my favorites! I read it so often I pretty much have it memorized.

SUMMARY —

One day, at the bookstore, Nesta meets Cassian and his daughter, Mellie. Mellie loves to read and instantly adores Nesta. Will she play mini-matchmaker?

✍️ — add 50 words onto your wip/sketch for 1 min on your art/add 1 song onto your playlist

Added a song to the Nessian playlist! Will share on Day Three (seems fitting). As for the WIP, still trying to finish @l1ghts1nger request 🙈 Hopefully will be done in time for Nessian Week!

[shadowriel]

Nessian 10 days AU? 🫠

This fic is pure entertainment. I've been working on it on the side for 6 months now, and I'm at about 30k words (although it's minimally edited and needs to be flushed out). I do have it all roughly outlined though, and I'm so excited for when I finally let myself share it (which will probably be after I finish FRPO).

What can I say about it? We have sex columnist, workaholic "I’ll make him wish he never met me"  Nesta and playboy, commitment phobe "Maybe he’d give her a few orgasms for her troubles" Cassian. Think how to lose a guy in 10 days, but more unhinged, more smutty, more politically correct, and also more heartfelt.

Here's a longer snippet from chapter 4 (but bear with me, because I still need to edit it):

“Two weeks,” Rhysand repeated. “You have until then to have whoever I choose fall in love with you.”

His brother wasn’t making this easy, not in one bit.

“Who?” Cassian asked simply, just as Rhysand gaze shifted to look around them. 

Rhysand’s eyes darted over an incredibly attractive man, with dark, nearly black skin and a sensuous smile. Cassian would happily let that man love him any day. His brother momentarily watched a girl with short copper brown hair bring a glass to her lips as she laughed. Then Rhys was looking behind Cassian, lifting his chin as if pointing in that direction, saying a simple word:

“Her.”

Cassian quickly turned around in his chair, trying to find who exact Rhys was gesturing at across the dark bar. 

There were far too many women, so Rhysand clarified, “The one in black.”

Cassian’s eyes widened at the girl near the bar, in a black mini-dress, a hand stroking up her hips as she danced and tossed her blond hair back. Cassian would not mind spending the next week with her. His gaze was entirely fixed on her—she was fucking gorgeous.

There was a hand on his chin, stretched down from where Rhys now stood beside him. His brother pushed his head, guiding his gaze an inch to the left before pointing in that very same direction.

“I’m talking about her.”

Cassian’s gaze found the other woman in black, sitting on a high stool at the bar. Her golden-brown hair was braided in a crown around her head, almost regal in the dark clothing she wore—high waisted dress pants and a tight, lacy shirt. Even from the distance, he could just make out the dark shade of lipstick she wore, painting the frown on her lips to a near black. She lifted a clear glass filled halfway with an orange drink to her lips, staining the rim as she stared ahead of herself and took a sip.

“Morticia Addams?” Cassian asked, staring across the bar at the woman in disbelief. She was pretty, he had to admit, but not someone he’d ever pick for himself. “Buffy the Vampire Slayer?”

“Careful,” Azriel warned from behind him, voice low and just a bit teasing, “that's the future love of your life you’re talking about.”

Cassian bit back a laugh. As if.

She was simply the woman he’d spend the next two weeks with, getting to know well enough to have her falling in love with him. And maybe he’d give her a few orgasms for her troubles—more, if she was willing to let Cassian give them to her. She was simply a means to an ends, someone to help him ease the growing strain on his conscious that demanded he settle his most recent debt. Just this one since he could never hope to repay any of the rest.

Cassian straightened his shoulders, setting down his beer and making to stand.

“Two weeks?” he asked, shaking his head to psych himself up, leaving loose strands of his hair falling into his face.

“Or less,” Rhysand said, nearly taunting, “if you think you can manage it.”

Cassian didn’t say anything, not wanting to dig himself further into this hole. He kept his gaze fixed on his target, watching as her frown deepened into a scowl. He’d charmed countless people in his life, some only with a flirty smile and a dazzling look. He’d had people taking their clothes off before he’d even said a word, ready for the promise of fun he seemed to exude.

The woman at the bar looked like she could use some fun. Luckily, Cassian was ready to give it to her.

At long last, when he took a step towards her, he was grinning.

“She’s gonna eat him alive,” Azriel said from behind him.

Rhysand chuckled. “Without a doubt.”

[sayosdreams]

you know, if I had to write a new acotar baby fic, I’d do it in a way where u get to see the kids grow up and be a disappointment to their parents

“A disappointment?!”

Yeah. Kids are never what u imagine they’ll be. They don’t fulfill your expectations. They’re not a mini- you. They have their own personalities and like/dislike, their own dreams and moral codes and priorities.

I want the bat boys to have sons who hate war and fighting.

I want feysand to have a quiet nerd child who hates going to parties or doing physical activities or painting. “Why can’t I stay in?” They ask, and feysand is worried bc why is their child so quiet and antisocial?? They only seem to have a couple close friends and never go to parties. Rhys keeps telling them to exercise, Feyre keeps saying she’ll support them no matter what they choose to do (in a “u can be an artist!” Way) but their child isn’t interested in that. They love theories and history and academics. Their eyes light up when learning fun facts and uncovering archaic knowledge and the satisfaction of solving a complex math problem with astronomical applications.

I want a elriel to have a righteous social activist child who thinks that their mom is a pushover and cannot stomach the fact that their father not only betrays ppl’s trust and privacy by spying, but also tortures people (not saying that I support elriel but if they end up together). “How could you do that to people, having gone through it yourself?” they ask, staring down at Azriel’s hands which are littered with scars — hands that have endured and inflicted so much pain. They can’t bare to look at their father anymore. It’s like their child’s world shatters when they understand who their parents rly are, and a rift grows. (PS I don’t think Elain is ‘just a pushover’ but this is for this characterization)

I want one of their kids (Nessian / Elriel / Feysand) to go into modeling or pole dancing and their parents don’t get it. They’re like “oh we worked so hard so you could do whatever u wanted, why are u selling your body like this” but it’s what their kid wants to do and the kids is just pissed that their parents are ashamed. “Some people are forced to sell their bodies, why won’t u appreciate that u don’t have to?” Their parents ask. But freedom to choose your life means more that living out what your parents want. It means doing what you like. And for the kid, modeling / pole dancing is an art form. They love expressing themselves through their body. It helps their self confidence and it’s just something they’ve always loved.

I want one of the kids say that their dream job is something typically associated w work maids do in acotar (cooking / cleaning / clothes-making) and their parents again don’t get. Why would you want to collect trash? Why would you want to make cook for other people unless you have to? Why would you want to be at someone else’s beck and call? But it’s because the kid loves community, loves helping, loves the act itself. And again, their parents belittle their dream without realizing it bc they don’t get it.

I want one of the kids to decide that they aren’t ever having children. I want one of the kids to declare that they’re leaving the Night Court (and maybe Prythian?) as soon as they’re able to bc they hate it. I want the kids to challenge Rhys’ (and the IC’s) morality and authority to rule, and the choices they’ve made. I want them to be gay and trans and aro/ace. I want them to lead lives their parents don’t understand.

Because that’s what kids are, really.

[vidalinav]

Soft nessian 🥺

This isn't soft soft nessian, but rather it was suppose to be soft nessian and then it ended up being this, which I don't mind.

This is actually based off of my own headcanon: Where Nesta learns the Illyrian language and doesn’t tell Cassian, so he has been saying heartfelt things to her without realizing that she understands him. I was going to do the last part of that where Nesta finally speaks back to him in Illyrian since that is an extremely soft scene in my head, but... I ended up doing like a first part. It feels like an intro to a longer fic but please don't ask for that.

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Nesta listens to the sweet trill of his voice as the rolling r’s rumble through his chest. He won’t tell her what the words mean.

“Will you give me a hint?” She huffs.

Cassian hums a soft sound, shifting in his seat. Nesta raises her chin as if she can command him to tell her.

“It’s something that someone says,” he remarks plainly.

Nesta rolls her eyes, “Animal, mineral, or vegetable?”

Her mate grumbles under his breath.

He mumbles three words. They tumble out of his lips like rolling hills, and Nesta knows they mean something along the lines of Mother save me.

Mother save him, if he keeps this up.

Cassian likes playing this game, she finds. He calls for her in Illyrian, huffs in Illyrian, complains in Illyrian with his big buffoon voice. He crosses his big buffoon arms and he smirks, joking in Illyrian. And Nesta scoffs, crosses her arms, makes a great big show about being annoyed.

He thinks he’s good at this game, she knows, because he’s forgotten who he’s playing against. He likes watching her furrow her brows, pout her lips, her question after question. What do the words mean? He even likes when she gets frustrated. There’s a sadistic sort of gleam in his eyes, as if he’s categorizing every annoyed look just as she’s translating his every word.

Nesta is already winning this game of theirs.

Nesta already won.

He holds his tongue about what the words mean and Nesta takes lessons with Emerie. She’s been taking them since last March.

Cassian talks, rambles on and on, teasing her about not knowing his words. Maybe she learns, to bring him down a peg. Her knowledge is a little needle and his head is a great big balloon and Nesta learns because she wants to see his face as it pops. At least that’s what she’ll tell anyone if they ask.

It’s not because the language sounds like music and when he speaks she can hear a symphony in his voice and she secretly wants to tell him never to stop talking. It’s not because she’s secretly worried that he’s telling her some horrible truth. I don’t want to be with you. I hate you. I never wanted you. Nesta thinks of all manners of words in those first few months. It’s not because it’s the language of his people, his culture, and when they have children who boast like their father and sneer like their mother, she wants to know what stories to tell them, to sing them lullabies of flight.

But, Nesta learns more than the language in her pursuit of retribution.

When her eyes are heavy and she leans on his shoulder, Cassian kisses her on the head and calls her beautiful. When he’s cooking breakfast and she settles between his wings, softly trailing her finger down a vein while the bacon splatters, he fondly calls her witch. When he interrupts her reading, to soften her fury, he calls her his sweet song. My love, be patient today comes roaring with a sigh and some sarcastic tone when he comes baring some bad news.

When Cassian complains, when he gets angry, with those heavy sighs, and those dramatic gestures, the hand held to the brow, he sings her soft praises.

I love you. I’m grateful for you. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.

Nesta tries not to smile every time.

Nesta learns that Cassian is a big, romantic buffoon and he loves her so much.

Her favorite phrase is five syllables.

It means something like... you are my sky. Emerie explains each word in sequence, that there’s a phrase for love but that’s not what’s commonly used for people in love. Rather there are multiples phrases. You are my wings. You are my sky. I soar in your embrace.

He once explains that the wings of Illyrian are their pride, their joy. Nesta is the sky in which he flies in, the sun he reaches for, the moon he dances across, and he tells her this. Cassian tells her this and he smiles because he thinks he knows something she doesn’t.

Cassian shifts further on the couch. He grabs under her bent knees and pulls her towards him. He mumbles five syllables as he kisses her shoulder.

“Why won’t you tell me what it means?” Nesta pleads, crossing her arms as if she’s perturbed.

“I said you’re annoying,” Cassian speaks, kissing at her nose.

Nesta likes playing this game, so she punches him in the shoulder, demanding to know.

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Tagged: @my-fan-side, @sophilightwood, @nestaarcher0n, @duskandstarlight, @soitsgorgeous, @ekaterinakostrova @swankii-art-teacher, @lordof-bloodshed, @arinbelle, @thewhelk, @daisy-in-danger @highqueenevankhell, @lovelynesta, @sirendeepity, @champanheandluxxury, @ladynestaarcheron, @moodymelanist, @teagoddess99, @spoilersteph, @drielecarla,  @angelicvoice19, @bo0kmaster69, @generalnesta

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This is a little sappy (shrug, shrug, shrug). 

[talkfantasytome]

Weaponizing Her Hair

Another Nesta headcanon for Nesta Appreciation Week! So some credit to @vidalinav! 😄

Warning: Miiiiild Smut

I can't help but imagine Nesta using her hair to get her way or just shut Cassian up. They're arguing about something, Nesta goes to their room to stew, and she's just sitting there, super pissed, trying to figure out how to win. So, she takes her hair down...

The cool water seemed to help Cassian with the flush of heat that had spread through his body.

It was absolutely ridiculous, his argument with Nesta. All he wanted was to go out for dinner. She loved going out to eat, trying new restaurants, discovering different dishes to tell the House about. Stopping by her favorite bakery for dessert. Something he never skipped.

Go figure, the evening he suggested it, she had no interest.

They'd stayed in for the past week. And as much as Cassian enjoyed that time with Nesta, he was itching to get out and do something a bit different. But not without her. He spent plenty of time during the day away from Nesta, he didn't want to spend his night that way as well.

Still, he wouldn't budge. No way. Considering the number of times he'd gone out with her, Gwyn, and Emerie when he'd just wanted to stay in and cuddle; or all those nights spent wandering a book store when everyone else was out at Rita's; or the regular slumber parties the girls kept having, ones Cassian wasn't invited to. No, he could get his way this one time.

Hearing those familiar, graceful footsteps coming into the kitchen, he turned around. And completely regretted doing so mid-sip as he coughed the water right back up into his glass.

"I wouldn't keep drinking that if I were you."

Cassian barely heard the amused words Nesta spoke as his eyes focused in on her face and, more importantly, the hair framing it.

It cascaded down to her waist like golden brown waves rolling toward the beach. The lighter strands shimmered beneath the glow of the faelights, which were suddenly a warmer hue than they had been. In his right mind, Cassian might've internally cursed the House for that, but he wasn't in his right mind. He never was around Nesta.

Her sharp lines were heightened by the shorter strands that angled her face, making her look even more elegant than normal despite the loose hairstyle. And that little uptick of her lips on the right side was like a hidden kiss Cassian needed to claim.

He all but threw the glass into the sink before closing the gap between Nesta and him in as few strides as possible. It was one breath, and then his hands were cupping her face, his lips crashing into hers.

Just one kiss and Cassian could feel his knees buckling. A moan from Nesta, her body melting into his, and Cassian's resolve was entirely shot. He pried her mouth open with his tongue and drank her in far more greedily than any water had inspired.

Trailing his hands down her body - slowing down for a moment as they rounded her breasts - he gripped her ass and lifted her. Nesta wrapped her legs around his waist just beneath his wings and flung her arms around his neck to keep her balance.

Two steps toward their room and Nesta was asking in a boastful voice, "What about dinner?"

"I'm sure the House will serve us whatever we want after the show we're about to put on," he growled, trailing kisses down her neck as he did, his feet never halting. "But once we're in our bed, we're not leaving it for anything."

He felt Nesta's triumphant smile against his head, but he didn't care. Not as he bit down right on that spot he knows she loves and pulled a sensuous gasp from her that had his cock twitching. Not as he threw her down onto their mattress and tore her dress away. And certainly not as he watched her ride him, her hair wild and free, just as she could now be.

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[moiraineswife]

Fic Title: "Before We Lost Him" + "When We Were Left For Dead" + "Gone Before The Tide" + "Left With The Breeze" + "My Heart On A Platter (For You)"

“Before We Lost Him”- my originality is in the negative figures (I am just Preparing myself okay) so here is the sixteenth ‘Azriel dies’ idea: something sad and emotional, possibly his funeral but more likely the aftermath of that. Cassian, Mor and Rhys pass around a bottle of something strong and remember Az, comforting each other as best they can. Probably a few more little drabble type add-ons of them trying to live without Az in their midst - events that should have had them there, moments of them comforting one another and helping each other through the hardest days. 

 "When We Were Left For Dead"- okay the prompting here is to do something massively angsty (dude you’re really going all out to kill me here aren’t you?) but I actually want to do….well something less bad than I could have done I get points for that. Cassian and Nesta on a training exercise together in the Illyrian mountains but they end up trapped by a cave in. Nesta panics a little at the confinement and Cassian keeps her calm and looks after her. Full of…every trope I can possibly think including the timeless and essential ‘we should probably cuddle for warmth’ followed up with emotional confessions and conversations - Nesta about her Making, Cassian and his wings, the coming war, family, promises, the usual suspects. Lots of angst, drama feelings and tbh probably at the very least a steamy make out because this is nessian and I can’t control them. 

 "Gone Before The Tide"- More sad Landras because I can’t stop myself. Every year on the anniversary of Andras’s death, while the rest of Prythian celebrates the Cursebreaker and the beginning of the end of Amaranatha’s reign, Lucien takes it upon himself to honour the person that no-one seems to think of but who was just as brave as Feyre, and just as worthy of recognition. He saddles his horse and rides quietly into the woods around Spring until he finds the spot- Andras’s favourite place in the court and now the place where Lucien marked his death with a grave. Andras’s body isn’t there- no-one else wanted to cross the wall to retrieve him afterwards and Lucien couldn’t bring himself to do so, given the condition he was in…but he still likes to think he can be close to him here, can talk to him, remember him. 

One year, curious, Elain follows him and is shocked by what she finds - this brave male who changed everything and, in a lot of ways, brought them together too. She cautiously approaches Lucien and uses her magic to make something for him to offer Andras. Then she sits with him and lets him remember- not Andras’s death or the events that followed, but his life, the parts no-one ever seems to remark upon or consider- as though everything he did, everything he was, was simply a run up to that final act- his death, as though that was the most important thing. Elain understands that it’s not and she encourages Lucien to talk about him, to remember the good as well as the bad. This in itself becomes a tradition and every year she visits Andras with Lucien and learns more about the fae- the fae that her sister killed and so saved their world. 

 "Left With The Breeze"-  During the war, Lucien, refusing to talk to Feyre about her sister, refusing to acknowledge the bond openly at all, but unable to deny its existence, closets himself away in his room and writes letters to a girl he barely knows. He’s held her in his arms for bare minutes. Whispered three words to her. Looked into her eyes only when they were glazed with shock and terror hatred for him and his kind…yet he can’t get her out of his head. Something within him connects them, and he can’t escape it, might as well try to tear out his own heart with his bare hands than sever that bond between them. 

For the sake of his sanity, when he can’t whisper to her hoarsely in dreams, never sure what’s sent; let alone what might be received, he writes letters he never intends to send. He pours out his heart, his soul into them, tells her things he’s never told anyone before, things he’s barely even let himself hear, he puts down on paper for her. He tells her his greatest secrets, the darkest tragedies of his life, his fears, his pains, his scars, every black thing he’s ever done or had done to him.

 Slowly, gradually, over time, as though he’s bled over these papers and the mere thought of her presence on the pages has drawn the poison from him he starts telling her different things. He talks about the things he loves- little things, things of no real importance to anyone, his favourite colour, his favourite food, a scent he likes because it reminds him of home (the good parts of home), his favourite place in the Spring Court, the things he likes.

 At first they’re the things he displays most openly- training, his prowess as a warrior, horses, riding, hunts…but slowly he starts to examine the parts of himself that have been shut off from the light so long he was sure they had completely decayed and died. He tells her about the charcoal sketches he had done decades ago- all but forgotten until Feyre arrived at the court and requested paints. He tells her about the plays he had loved watching performed on festival night every year at the Autumn Court. And music. He tells her all about music. 

Months pass in this way as the war rages and yet, Lucien manages to find a quiet space, a scrap of paper, a pen that works enough to make some sense when he tries to write down his thoughts. He never sends the letters but can’t bear to destroy them either so he tucks them away, keeps them safe. 

once the war is over the Courts come together in neutral territory to discuss the future of Prythian. With them comes Elain. They manage to find a little time to talk and, summoning courage he didn’t know he still possessed from somewhere deep within, Lucien invites her to visit him at Spring. Clearly startled at first by the offer Elain then smiles and said she’d be very glad to accept. 

 During the afternoon of her visit, after Elain confessing that she  they head out for a ride into the Spring Court lands and, after a long moment’s hesitation to steel herself, Elain asks about the letters. 

Lucien is startled by the question, he had never told anyone about their existence and rarely thinks about them anymore. After the war, after meeting Elain, he had stopped writing them. She flushes and tells him that she always knew when he was writing them, she places an unconscious hand over her heart when she admits she could feel it. She got curious about it, she knew he was writing them for her so…Her blush darkens but she admits that she started writing him letters too. She never sent them, never planned to, but they helped. 

Lucien is stunned into silence for a long time. Eventually they return to the manor and Elain hands him a small envelope containing the first letter she wrote. In turn he gives her the first one she wrote. Over time while they’re still separated by the political turmoil in the wake of the war and their own insecurity, they send one another the letters they wrote and slowly begin to get to know one another through them. 

 "My Heart On A Platter (For You)“- Nessian arranged marriage AU (with a bit of feyrhys flung in for good measure). Nesta’s family are impoverished and on the brink of bankruptcy. In order to save their house from destruction, their father arranges a marriage for her with Cassian, a young bastard son of little repute struggling to settle into his newfound status having been promoted to lordship after accepting the title of commander of his liegelord Rhysand’s armies. Nesta flat out refuses the match, stating that she is not a sack of grain to be sold to whomever wishes to purchase her. 

In desperation her father writes to Cassian and invites him to their estates to visit. Cassian arrives and brings his lord and their inner circle with them. Nesta and Cassian initially clash over every subject, to her father’s dismay and she becomes even more insistent on not following through with the marriage. The two manage to find some unexpected common ground but Nesta is still deeply wary of allowing herself to belong to this stranger and continues to stubbornly refuse to union.

 However while visiting alongside Cassian, Feyre catches the eye of Rhysand and their following engagement and marriage saves their house and means that Nesta no longer has to follow through with the proposed marriage to the commander. 

As her sister and their house celebrates their recent good luck Nesta wrestles with her conflicted mixed feelings of relief and an odd tug of disappointment when she realises that the handsome commander with the soft heart will return to his lands with the newly married lord and lady and she’s unlikely to see him again. On the eve of their departure, Cassian visits Nesta and the tensions between them finally boil over. Realising this is their last chance, Nesta kisses him and the two of them fall into bed with one another. 

The following morning Nesta bids Cassian farewell with her typical cool, collected manner, betraying nothing  of the night they spent together. Less than a week later however, she’s written to her younger sister informing her that she intends to visit her shortly. Feyre, not at all fooled by this, placidly passes the note along to Cassian to let him know of the storm that’s about to break over him. She’s never seen anyone smile as broadly as Cassian does reading Nesta’s letter. 

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Sending good vibes and writing inspo your way for Nessian week <3 I've been dealing with a mini block for Flying Changes, but on top of that I'm trying to have 3-4 oneshots done for Nessian week T^T

Thank you so much, bestie 🥺 I was on such a roll at the beginning of August and idk what's happened since then but every time I open up my docs, my brain is just like nope. We got nothing! 😭

But I'm hoping I find the right WIP that makes me feel unhinged and excited again, and the words will just start flowing

But I have faith in us both! We will both get through these blocks and write the most beautiful, amazing fics that make our brains go brrrrrr 🙂‍↕️

[thatbitchydonutcollector]

The Rose of Regret and the Sting of Desire

Part 3

Nessian Mini Series- Mainly Angst/Eventual Smut

Note: Thanks so much for beta-ing @darlingfireheart (😘). This is quite the filler chapter some may say. But I truly, truly love the duo (haha no spoilers) that I explore in this part. Much is planned, and you must be patient for the slow burn. There will be much more Nessian confrontation in the next part (which is already in the works). Without further ado, enjoy! 🌿

Word Count: 1,343

After more than a day of scouring the House of Wind, Nesta finally shrugged on her cloak and decided to brave the stairs leading down to the base of Velaris.

It was nothing like the human realm.

Where she grew up, full of dull colors and starving lands, people had one hand on their weapon and their head turned in paranoia. The human realm was merciless. The human realm let her and her sisters starve while not even batting an eye. But here...

...there children running in the streets. There were townsfolk walking with smiles on their faces and plentiful baskets of food on their hips. There were people laughing. Playing. Grinning.

These people were happy.

And now Nesta understood what lengths her sister would go to to protect this place of shimmering stars and joyous people.

Her feet carried her slowly, taking her time in searching the grounds before her. A female, twirling with a basket of roses on her arm, gave Nesta a smile as she passed. She stopped on her feet, searching Nesta’s face and frowning accordingly. She handed out a pale white rose to her.

“I have no money for this,” Nesta said dully.

The girl beamed and just searched her face. She saw the uneasiness in Nesta’s expression. She saw the longing.

“There is no cost.” The girl chimed simply. “I hope your day brightens.”

Was her facade that translucent? Nesta asked herself as her nose inhaled the sweet perfume of the blooming bud.

Nesta kept walking until she reached the Sidra. She heard the steady thrum of its current, and the sloshing cacophony of where it thrashed against the bank.

Her head bowed, Nesta sped up her pace. And she knew exactly why her feet wanted to walk faster. She knew exactly why the sound of choking waves almost made her sick to her stomach.

The feeling of water filling her lungs engulfed her. She remembered the way it burned like wildfire inside her and the way she gasped for air on the tiles of Hybern as she expelled it from her system, scorching like razor blades leaving her body.

The first thing she smelled in her new body was her-- Cassian’s blood seeping across the tiles towards her.

Nesta put a hand to her stomach, suddenly overwhelmingly nauseous.

She groaned as she caught her breath.

The raging storm inside her was screaming. She was better than this. So Nesta Archeron stood up tall and continued her search through the streets of Velaris with a white rose in her hand.

The sun was setting by the time she made it to her destination.

Rhysand’s townhouse.

She climbed the few steps and knocked heavily at the door before her. Something inside her churned, slightly hoping that he wasn’t home. Hoping he was off doing High Lord-ly things without his mate by his side. Waiting a few moments, Nesta sighed and turned on her heel eager to leave.

Nesta Archeron had so many questions, and the only prick she knew who would have the answers was Rhysand. But despite herself, she was scared of what he would tell her… of what it would mean.

Just as Nesta cleared the steps back towards the direction she came, she heard rustling inside the house and the door cracked open.

He looked awful.

She remembered what he looked like when he was meeting with the Queens back home. Regal. Kingly even. His head high, his back straight, and his mate by his side. Rhysand was nothing of what she remembered. There was stubble on his cheek, his hair was an untamed mess, and there were dark circles under his eyes as he looked at her.

She saw him try to stand taller, but she was not a fool. With Feyre spying in Spring… Rhysand was in shambles.

He said her name with a hoarse breath, then promptly cleared his throat.

“May I come in?” she sighed.

With a glare at her, Rhysand opened the door for her to follow him in. “What brings you to my humble abode, Nesta?” he goaded.

“I need to ask you something.” Nesta glanced around his townhouse. There were maps spread haphazardly over the large kitchen table, there was a notebook open with maddened scrawl and pencils exploding across the room and onto the floor.

“Oh?”

She suddenly felt the urge to leave. Feyre was out there, in the clutches of their enemies and she was going to ask about unimportant, much less dire things. She chuckled to herself and Rhysand raised his brow.

“May I ask what’s so comical?” his face was unamused.

“Nothing, I--” she paused. “Nothing.”

A moment of silence passed between them.

“Why are you here?”

“To ask--”

Rhys cut her off with a snarl in his voice. “Then ask it.” He still hated her. That much was apparent. For failing Feyre. For letting her youngest sister starve. She hated herself so she supposed it was valid that Feyre’s mate hated her as well.

She took a deep breath to calm herself. “How did you know… that Feyre was your mate?”

His eyes widened. “You came all the way from the House of Wind to learn about Feyre and I?”

Nesta tensed. She felt stupid, silly to come this far to ask the male that hated her guts in such a time. Gods, she was so rutting stupid. Nesta started towards the door. “You know what, nevermind. I’ll just--”

“No, wait.”

She paused.

“I suspected for a long, long time.” Rhysand said grimly. “I had dreams of her even when she was still living in the mortal land. When she crossed over into Prythian it was like a veil being lifted.”

Nesta’s hands were shaking and she gripped the rose tighter. Maybe in rage or in fear, she couldn’t tell. “Yes, all that with the dresser drawer and the dreams but how did you know?”

“Why are you asking this, Nesta?” He knew damn well why she was asking. She just stared at him.

With that rutting smirk on his face, he continued. “When she was revived by the High Lords, after all the chaos died down and I was alone with her… when I smelled her and saw her in that body, I knew. It was like… her being high fae heightened the bond between us. I had suspected for a long while, but that was the moment I knew. It’s like a tether. A string tied between mates that connects them.”

“When did Feyre realize?”

Rhysand’s eyes darkened. “I kept it from her. For months when she was in the Night Court with me. The Suriel told her in the end but she came close to realizing it on Starfall.”

Nesta nodded, turning away from him. She was calculating precisely, taking in everything between her and Cassian. “And when one of you is hurt or in distress?”

“I’d do anything for her. To comfort her. To make her feel better. I’d slaughter my way to get to her, the only thing stopping me is her decision in the matter.” Rhysand studied her face. “But you already know how this works, don’t you?”

She turned back to him, his face had no smirk, no arrogance or hatred. “What do you mean?” Nesta said, but they both knew it was a lie. They both knew exactly why she came here.

“You just needed validation.” Rhysand said plainly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nesta gave Rhysand one last look and then opened the door back to the streets of Velaris.

She was down the steps before she heard his voice again. “Nesta,” She turned with heavy eyes to look at her sister’s mate. “He’s been through a lot, and so have you. He’s a good male.”

Nesta met his gaze as he leaned on the doorframe of his home. Pained and broken. “I know.”

Nesta trekked all the way to the Sidra and watched as the white rose fell from her grip and was swallowed by the current of the maddening river.

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[shadowriel]

For the WIP ask game: donut

I actually didn't think I'd find something with "donut," but I did! It's from what's currently chapter 3 of the Nessian fic I'm drafting.

Gwyn was supposed to be taking notes, but instead of typing, her slender fingers brought another powdered mini donut to her lips, leaving crumbs falling onto the keyboard of her laptop.

[daevastanner]

Masterlist:

Ao3/Wattpad

Daevastanner Works

A Court of Light and Melody on ao3 - completed - post ACOSF

A Court of Light and Melody on Wattpad - completed - post ACOS

Trial of the Valkyrie on ao3 - Post ACOSF Gwynriel fic (completed)

Trial of the Valkyrie on wattpad - Post ACOSF Gwynriel fic (completed)

Daevabad:

The Ripper and The Scourge (Darayavahoush e-Afshin takes on Jack the Ripper in a multi-chapter historical fantasy fanfiction)

Survivor’s Guilt (set during KOC, Irtemiz relieves her burdens to her commander)

Men of ACOTAR Headcanons:

Batboys Reacting to Their Mate’s Pregnancies

Batboys and Lucien as Fathers

One-shots:

Goodnight, My Angel (Azriel can’t sleep when Gwyn is away - neither can his daughter)

Shut Up and Dance with Me (post ACOSF one shot - deviates from other one shots and headcanons)

You and Me and the Baby Makes Three (post series one shot)

The Spymaster’s Barber (post ACOSF one shot)

Snap (post ACOSF Gwyn has some news for Azriel)

The Ribbon (during ACOSF Gwyn asks for Azriel’s help)

Starfall (post ACOSF Gwyn and Azriel re-evaluate where they stand)

Snap II: A Song’s End (post ACOSF angst)

Gwynriel: One Bed (post ACOSF)

Gwynriel Week: Day One (during ACOSF Gwyn and Azriel meet again)

Gwynriel Week: Day Seven - Once Upon a December (Bonus Chapter from Gwyn’s POV)

Gwynriel: World of Music (Gwynriel babysitting Nyx)

Gwynriel: Jealousy, Jealousy (Azriel grows jealous when he spies Gwyn and another male flirting)

We Can Meet Again - Pt 1 (Gwynriel angst)

We Can Meet Again - Pt 2 (Gwynriel angst)

Kitchen Raid - Gwynriel drabble (post acosf)

Little Shadowsinger - Azriel’s daughter inherits his shadows

What it would take - Pt I (Gwynriel Drabble)

What it would take - Pt II (Gwynriel Drabble)

Twenty Lashes - Elucien 2 Parter (prequel to Fox and Fawn)

The Dreamless - Gwynriel talking all night

Fatherly Love - Azriel is nervous he won’t love like a father

A Good Mate - Azriel learns that love is about mutual respect

Squeak - Azriel and Gwyn overhear Nessian getting it on

Chaorene - The Lady of Anielle (post KOA)

Among the Flowers - Gwynlain one shot

Headcanons:

Gwynriel Relationship (pre-mates)

Gwynriel Parents (Dad Azriel)

Gwynriel: Seen Through the Eyes of the Inner Circle

Gwynriel: Confessing their Feelings

Gwynriel Parents (Dad Azriel pt II)

Gwynriel First Kid Aesthetic Board

Gwynriel: Going Public w/ their Relationship

Gwynriel: Court of Nightmares (mini headcanon)

Gwynriel: Gwyn and Rhysand Besties

Elucien: 20 Lashes pt 1

Elucien: 20 Lashes pt 2

Gwynriel: Azriel holds his daughter for the first time

Gwynriel: Soft Gwynriel Moments

Nessian: Momma (Nessian pregnancy)

Nyx & Catrin Archeron-Berdara pt 1

Nyx & Catrin Archeron-Berdara pt 2

Nyx and Catrin Archeron-Berdara pt 3

Nyx and Catrin Archeron-Berdara pt 4

Nyx and Catrin Archeron-Berdara pt 5

Nyx and Catrin Archeron-Berdara pt 6

Nyx and Catrin Archeron-Berdara pt 7/epilogue

Throne of Glass Ships and their Future Children

Nessian - Momma

ACOTAR “Vibes” Gif-sets (mostly Gwynriel):

Up All Night - Crazy, Stupid, Love vibes

Daphne and Simon Gwynriel

Emerie and Gwyn - New Girl

Gwynriel - Roman Holiday

Gwynriel - Jon Snow and Ygritte

Gwynriel - Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone

Gwynriel - Darcy and Elizabeth

Gwynriel - Tangled

Gwyneth and Catrin Vibes - Parent Trap

Gwynriel - Jack and Rose

Gwynriel - Evie and Rick

Gwynriel - Pam and Jim

Gwynriel - Will and Lou

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[arinbelle]

For the fanfic writers ask game, 5 and 9!

Hello! Thank you so much for asking!!!

5.What fanfic of yours should everyone have read?

9.What are your favorite fanfics?

~*~

5. So I'm not used to tooting my own horn too much but I'll say that even though Lost was a big hit with everyone, I think I spent so, so, SO much time in writing "Learning Curve," and I think if you really want to get me as a writer that's one to read.

9. So I'm not sure if this is asking me as a reader or writer so I'll answer both. As a writer, my favorite fic I ever wrote might be A Court of Witches and Warriors because I never thought I'd stick to something for that long. And even though I know I haven't updated in forever, it's still my first big thing I ever did and I'm proud of her!

As for other fav fics, where to begin?!?

- Embers and Light is a given. I don't think at any point that any Nessian fan hasn't read it yet but if you haven't read it yet, GO! SHOO! Written by the lovely @duskandstarlight

-In Which She Makes a Friend by @bookstantrash is just 👌😚 (this is my made-up chef's kiss emoji btw). It's so cute, and funny, adorable and angsty. The perfect blend of everything. And it’s all the forced mom, dad, child random family put together trope plus girl training as a boy in the army trope so like...ALL THE TROPES. WE LOVE THE TROPE!

-@vidalinav has...things? It's not easy to explain bc she releases a million snippets that I devour and I basically consider them mini chapters at this point and all of then are their own perfect story. Most notably, Nesta’s Love is Quiet which is done and is actually 5 full chapters.

-Anything by @moodymelanist but my fav will forever be Mr. and Mrs. Archeron because I love Nessian and I love Mr. and Mrs. Smith and the combination AU is just *swoons and dies*

-Bittersweet by @inkedstarlight ...so I actually binge read this fic and then couldn’t find the name and panicked and bothered a bunch of people and refound it because it is SO DAMN GOOD. So beautiful.

- A Favor by @ncssian is *screams very high pitched scream* I mean I can’t really explain it but like it’s perfect. It truly is perfect. It’s just AKJSDFKSJASJ I can’t explain further. Sorry. You’ll have to go see for yourself.

-Fine Print by @noodlecatposts. It’s smutty. It’s soft. It’s angsty. It’s a guilty pleasure. Did I mention it’s steamy? Because it is. 

-Okay so @caotica-e-quieta writes on AO3 as “closet_monster” and it’s actually really funny because when I was just a lurker on tumblr and didn’t interact with anyone and read on AO3, I was the BIGGEST FAN of her work. Like I mean, reread almost everyday because for one, there was literally not much Nessian work out there so you devoured whatever the hell you could find. Her work is some of the best that’s out there so I obviously...ahem...may or may not have every fic memorized. My favorite one is I Made Dinner- Impeccable in every single aspect. WAIT I just remembered I also love, love, love it takes time and a little death. 

-Sand and Stardust by @sayosdreams makes me fucking cry and scream and laugh and cry all at once. So beautifully crafted and it’s Nessian babies!!!!

- @letstakethedawn writes...well, honestly, FILTH. Anyways, I think I’ve read Babooshka many times and well...rose quartz’s are just neat I think. That’s all I’ll say. Read it to understand it.

- It Was the End of Everything by @nehemikkele. Beautifully told. Made me cry. Also, not the only thing written by this writer- because there is SO MUCH to read. But it’s the one I’ve had a chance to read fully and loved unconditionally.

-Been obsessed, remained obsessed, will forever be obsessed by Bottled Up Storms by @perseusannabeth. Imagine soft Cassian, soft Nesta, all the angst and softness in the world and you’ve got this fic.

There are SO MANY more, but these are the ones I can list easily off the top of my head. I actually have so many fics saved and liked but I need to scroll a bunch through my tumblr to find them. Which I will when I’m feeling particularly nostalgic one day!

[vidalinav]

It's hard not to feel guilty when Rhys sees them so soft. Stubborn hypocrisy clings to him like an old and bitter friend, but guilt... guilt sits beside him patiently. It has all the time in the world. 

So do Nesta and Cassian.

They move around each other like two hands of a twisted clock and Rhys looks at them once and thinks they’ll never have the time they’ve promised. Not the way they avoid each other. Not the way Nesta pretends and Cassian dreams without moving forward. 

But it isn’t his to decide what moments mean more to them. He’s tried playing the Mother, fate, whatever controls stars, and he almost ruins it. Rhys almost ruins them. 

They may smile at each other, but their mirth is secretive. It’s reserved as if they hide it from them all. They don’t trust them with their happiness and Rhys can’t blame them when he’s tried. At some point, he hopes Cassian will just get over her. Who cares about mates, he thinks. Who wants one when this is the consequence? 

But what is the consequence of suffering? What is the consequence of grief? 

Now, Rhys sees those tentative smiles Nesta reserves only for Cassian. She’ll be reading her book and Cassian will be rambling on to Mor or Azriel, and in a moment she’ll be looking at him. Her lips raise so sweetly, so gently, and her eyes brighten to blue, and Rhysand knows that Cassian has been blessed. 

Rhys knows that Cassian is loved. 

He groans at the thought--all those days, he kept her out. Maybe not purposefully, but in a way that didn’t encourage anyone to know her. He didn’t want to know her--to know that grief she carried, that grief wrapped up in her arms because it was too soon to let go. 

Where did all this time go? 

Now, Cassian brightens at the mere mention of her name. He doesn’t shutter at the prospect of conversing with sycophants because Nesta will be there. Nesta will know. Nesta will dance. Rhys even hears him call himself bastard less. It rarely comes out of his lips. It’s not a title Cassian carries, because he’s Nesta’s mate now. 

He has always been Nesta’s and Nesta has always been his... and Rhys has never meant anything to either of them.

So why did he try to control stars?  

The stars are in their eyes, and they peck each other sweetly when they walk into a room or leave a room or stand in a room and think no one is watching. No one is watching and yet, they mutter soft words to each other that no one can hear. Cassian sets his hand on her thigh, on her shoulder, on her cheek. Nesta entwines their fingers together and squeezes. They are softness personified and Rhys hasn’t learned a damned thing. 

He spends so much time thinking of ways to rid himself of this petulant anger, the bitterness that doesn’t seem to go away, and all the while guilt waits for him patiently. Rhys is running out of time.  

Nesta and Cassian would have loved each other regardless... They would have ended up together eventually. A thousand years or a thousand days mean nothing to mates who’ve waited for each other all these years. Rhys should be singing them praises. 

Rhys should be offering them apologies. 

But no, that bitter part of him still roars and aches and tears and it says he’s not as good as he thinks he is. Nesta is better than him. Nesta’s at least more honest with herself and she doesn’t argue her faults away. 

She stares them in the face. 

Rhys can’t even look himself in the mirror. 

[featherymalignancy]

Hello! I've seen your comments on how you change a few things when writing the characters, and I really think it's fascinating! I really enjoy see your version, because they are never OOC (I don't know how you do this magic).

And thinking of that, I have some questions...

Do you have your characters versions ready and figured out before you start writing your fics? How is this process of finding out how you want to write them?

And also what are your thoughts on Nessian in ACSF that you felt the need to change them a little? Did you like them? Did you like the book?

I don't think I ever saw your opinion and I really like how you articulate your answers. And I hope I'm not overstepping with all these questions 🥺

This got so long, sorry in advance!

Thank you! I know that character extrapolation isn’t for everyone, but to me it’s what writing fic is about! I like to think I am very intentional with the additions/character expansions I’ve made in my fics, often seeking to expand areas I felt were left somewhat underdeveloped in canon. (Illyrian culture, anyone??)

I also have a personal preference for setting my modern AUs in the real world, so you will never see a modern Rhysand living in skyscraper in Velaris or modern Aelin being described as a Terrasenian (?) citizen. That is not an indictment of the many incredible writers who do structure their modern AUs this way, i just find it easy to ground my modern stories in a world I can easily research if I need details (a restaurant for them to visit, a street for them to live on, etc)

As far as “editing” character personalities from canon, i think the key for me is trying to understand who the character is at their core, and altering the elements that I personally don’t feel jive with those core motivations.

I’ve talked a lot about writing canon Nesta, and how I’ve pivoted the Archeron sisters’ relationship based on my own experience as the youngest of three daughters. I just didn’t always feel their interactions rang true, particularly in ACOSF.

And since you asked…

I think enough time has passed now that I can just be honest and say I didn’t love ACOSF. I didn’t hate it, but I can’t say I would give it any more than a 5/10. To me, the story wasn’t properly paced, which made for a plot that was slow in some places and rushed in others.

Also—and I cannot believe I am saying this—but there was too much smut. There was a lot of elements that deserved to be fleshed out and wasn’t (HELLO ILLYRIAN CULTURE??) and the smut was largely all the same to me, which made it boring and repetitive. (Also calm down with the bodily fluids my GOD)

In terms of Nessian, I would say their resolution was acceptable, if not particularly satisfying. Obviously I’m biased because if you know me you know that I hate the mating bond, but it IRKED me that Cassian was foaming at the mouth to call Nesta “mate” but never said, “I love you”. I get that he does loved her, but I feel like it would have been nice to get to hear it and get Nesta’s reaction.

Speaking of OOC, I think Rhys’s characterization was a disaster and directly negated his characterization in prior books for the sake of drama. We don’t need to get into it, but Rhys would never keep a secret of that magnitude from Feyre, especially considering the implications with their bargain to die together. Rhys has sacrificed everything for the sake of his people—he would never not make a contingency plan in the event of his death. That is what I mean by rushed. The book was so busy touting itself as steamy and new adult that it forgot to actually write a compelling plot and believable character interactions.

I like the idea that Rhys and Nesta’s relationship is fraught and he is bias and unfair in his interactions with her because that’s very realistic, but it was never actually resolved by them reaching an understanding. We deserved a scene of Rhys and Nesta coming to an understanding and a place of mutual respect for one another, and we never got it.

As far as Nesta’s journey went, it as generally fine, if somewhat rushed. I think her relationship with the Inner Circle was never really hashed out meaningfully, which made their “reconciliation” at the end feel empty and forced.

I really appreciated Nesta finding her own crew and making her own life, with ONE exception (and this is personal preference, not an indictment of people who liked it) but I fucking 👏🏼 hated 👏🏼 the sleepover with Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn. Not because I didn’t love seeing them bond, but because *NO* part of Nesta’s characterization before or after suggested she was the kind of person who would have liked having what amounted to a make-believe tea party with mini ponies and cake. I would have preferred them laying around talking about books until dawn, or going together to see a dance performance. I just found the interaction so OOC that it rang false. Nesta being happy doesn’t mean that she suddenly must be silly to prove it! Gwyn and Emerie both love and accept Nesta for who she is—an introvert and with an cerebral disposition . Silly and happy are not the same thing, and one needn’t act indulge in childhood activities to prove they are unburdened and happy.

As always I’ve gone on too long, but the bottom line is that I try and consider what motivates a character, and I make sure that their actions reflect that motivation realistically. That causal relationship is the heart of good characterization, and is also the reason that I found ACoSF ‘meh’ at best.

Hopefully that answers your question, but feel free to follow up!!♥️♥️

[moiraineswife]

Make me feel like I'm breathing

Make Me Feel Like I’m Breathing: Probably some slightly OOC or at the very least ‘stretching-canon-but-I-don’t-care-because-sin Nessian. Post ACOMAF both of them are Suffering because wings/Making/trauma, fun stuff. No strings attached sex takes place for life affirming and feeling good things and all that jazz. The two of them slowly start catching feelings for one another and both of them go into very deep denial about said feelings and the mating bond between them and basically anything that isn’t a purely physical relief. Lots of sin. Lots of angst. Lots of denial. Lots of tropes because I’m trash. Lots of other characters screaming in the background because by the cauldron you love each other stop denying it and making us suffer for it.