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thehighladywrites · 7 months

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The Airhead chronicles

…and the run-in.

-> Pairing: Cassian x bimbo/ditzy reader

-> Summary: suggestive themes, cassian getting bricked up bc reader is super cute, reader being an absolute sweetheart, daddy cassian radiating big dick energy. cassian runs into you while he runs errands, peaking his curiosity. he’s determined to find out more about his mysterious mate. what were you doing in velaris and how the hell did she have a house in the most fancy and exclusive neighborhood? cassian himself had been on the waiting list for over 60 years… he asks her out on a date to find out more.

-> Author’s note: This one is my favorite so far, I’m trying to build a mysterious air around reader bc she might not be bright but best believe she’s a baddie. Also if you see any typos, no you didn’t

Part one Part three

Cassian was going insane.

He only knew your name and where you lived and it wasn’t enough. He wanted to know everything about you. What made you smile, cry, laugh, pissed off. What kind of food you like, your favorite color - He wanted to know you inside and out.

Your little kiss had left him with a thundering heart and a hard cock. It was a wonder that he didn’t break down your door and storm in just to be in your presence for a few seconds.

He almost felt embarrassed as he stood behind a building, watching you enter the coffee shop across Feyre’s art studio. Cassian wasn’t stalking you or anything, he genuinely happened to spot you strolling through the streets while he was running errands. Panic took over and his first insight was to hide.

The streets of Velaris echoed with the enchanting click of your 5-inch, black platform heels, announcing your arrival. You had such a light around you, smiling at strangers and kids. Your outfit, showcasing a black, sexy yet sophisticated skirt paired with a white top, black sheer tights, and a maroon bag thrown over your shoulder, exuded a captivating sense of style. The only reminiscent element of your previous style Cassian saw that night, was the attention-grabbing almost stripper heels.

Your unconventional fashion choice, though beautiful, set you apart from the usual attire of Night Court women, revealing that you were not a native of this place. What brought you to Velaris? Cassian pondered if your stylish yet professional outfit hinted at a specific job or occupation.

Decided that he wanted some answers, he made his way to the coffee shop. His ears picked up on your sweet voice as it was heard throughout the shop.

“Hi, how are you? Can i please have a caramel latte with extra caramel and whipped cream on top? Okay, thank you!!” You had your hands behind your arms as you hummed a little song. The ring of the door bell caught your attention as you whipped your head to the door, your freshly styled hair swaying. Your heart started beating faster as you saw who walked through the door. Letting out a shriek, you threw yourself in Cassians arms as you felt his chest rumble with a chuckle. “ Hi Cassie!! Whatcha doin here?” His hands tightened around your waist as he smelled your intoxicating perfume when you pressed your soft body against his hard one.

“ Hi there, darling. I was just walking around town and decided to stop for some coffee. What are you doing?” He flipped the question, praying that you wouldn’t sense his lie. Curiously, Cassian also wondered about your destination as you appeared business-ready and on the move. The barista called your name and you skipped over to get your sweet drink. It was honestly a wonder your teeth hadn’t rotted away, you loved eating sweet things. “ I’m just getting a little something to drink. Um, actually, can you hold my drink, I just need to get my money out.” Your painted lips had a cute pout as your brows furrowed in concentration, pulling out your money. “Nonsense, I’ll pay for your drink, since I owe you one, remember.” You looked up at him with big eyes. “ Thanks Cassie, you’re such a nice guy!” He merely laughed, “Paying for a lady’s drink is a standard courtesy, sweetheart.” You smiled and sipped on your drink, blushing furiously.

Oh, he looked so good today. Perhaps because it was night, you didn’t see his face clearly, because he was looking a million times hotter than he did thst night. So ruggedly handsome and manly, ugh you were totally turning into mush…

After paying for your drinks and ordering his own, he opened the door for you and offered you his elbow but you opted to grip his bicep instead. Your stomach flipped as you felt the hard muscle ripple with each step. Wow, he must work out like everyday to look like this. “ Wanna taste my drink, Cassie?” you offered as you pushed the hot drink in his face.

He didn’t have it in him to tell you that he absolutely didn’t drink sweet drinks, in fact he hated them. It was too much sugar and he always stuck to his strict routine and food habits, and you had ordered not only a caramel latte, it was also one with extra caramel and whipped cream on top. Basically death in a cup, a stark contrast from his black coffee.

But Cassian took one look at you and folded. Your eyes had hope in them and he’d rather have his wings shredded than kill that shine. “ Sure, I’ll have some, pretty. “

It was an effort not to make a face as the sickly sweet drink hit his tongue but you seemed so happy and he’d drink the whole thing with no complaints if you’d ask him. Your giggles brought him back from his thoughts as he looked at you curiously.

“Whatcha laughing at? Something on my face?”

You flashed him an adorable smile and said,

” You got some of my lipgloss on your lips, just give me ooooone second. There we go! You looked so silly!” He froze when you took your thumb and wiped away the gloss on his soft lips. His legs felt like jelly when you just grabbed his bicep and dragged him along, telling him about your plans for the day.

Man, you were going to be the death of him.

“You have everything? Or is there something else you need, sweetheart?” Gods, you wanted to plant a fat kiss right ln his lips. Would that be wrong? No, of course not!! Hmm… Maybe at the end of the shopping spree? “ Mhm, I have everything, Cassie,” you coo’d gently, watching as his arms bulged from carrying so many bags.

He had spent the entire day with you, bouncing from store to store. He absolutely didn’t let you pay, insisting that you’d never pay for a single thing in his presence. Carrying your bags was out of the question aswell, he told you to just look pretty and grab his arm, which you didn’t say no to. Finally he escorted you home again, and this time he truly payed attention to where you lived. You lived in a massive townhouse in the nicest neighborhood of Velaris, he was curious on how you managed to snag something like this. These neighborhoods had been incredibly difficult to find houses in, let alone such a fine house such as your own. It made him wonder what you worked with or if you had inherited it somehow.

There was a mysterious air surrounding you that he was just dying to find out about. In his eyes, you were something of a puzzle that needed solving. He recognized the hypocrisy of his statement as he also hadn’t told you much about himself, but he could feel it in his bones that there was more to you.

No, he couldn’t let this be, Cassian wanted to get to know his mate, so he asked you out.

“ Go on a date with me, Y/n. Does tomorrow work for you?” You tilted your head and meekly told him something that made him smile.

”Yay, that sounds so much fun, I’ll be wearing something pink. Hmm, or maybe green… No, no definitely pink! What heels should I wear though?… “ Cassian felt his heart beating faster as his cheeks heated. You stood infront of your stairs as you pondered over what hairstyle you were going to pick.

He stepped closer, towering over you as you felt his heat radiating from his chest. “I’ll pick you up at 8, be ready by then sweetheart.” Cassian was hit by deja vu as you once again stood on your tippy toes and gave his cheek a kiss, leaving a lipstain print on his cheek. “ Can’t wait, Cassie!! See you tomorrow.”

He gave your forehead a kiss, right by your hairline as he got a wiff of your shampoo. You smelt heavenly and he didn’t want to let you go. But it was only until tomorrow evening and if he didn’t have the power to wait until then, then he had some serious issues. “ It’s a date then, pretty girl.” He watched as you smiled at him before skipping inside and locking your door.

Cassian felt your excitement through the bond, and felt happier than he had in a long time. He simply couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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houseofwindbookshelf · 3 months

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Feyre And Rhys🖤🌙

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sapphicmsmarvel · 19 days

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Cassian: some honkas

its crack yall

“Baby, do I have man titties?”

You didn’t know if you should look up or keep reading your book. You love the man dearly but sometimes, some random shit comes out of his mouth.

“I know you heard me. Your foot twitched.” He said.

“Maybe my foot is just twitchy.” You dryly said back, turning a page.

“Maybe you’re ignoring your lovely mate and husband.”

You looked up, sighing. “Yes Cassian?”

“That’s all I get?”

“My love, my light, the reason I breathe, what do you want?” You asked dryly. Even though your tone was dry and deadpan, you both knew that he was in fact, your love, your light.

“That’s better.” He grinned as he walked to you in the chaise lounge. Pulling your feet into his lap, he wasn’t even out of his training clothes and was already massaging your feet.

You loved your Lord of Bloodshed bat. He may be the most powerful war general in centuries but he’s a gentleman!

“Do I have man titties?”

Yeah, hearing it a second time did not help your laughter. You snorted and he gasped. “I do?!”

“They’re very nice titties.” You giggled. “I love them. Best rack I've ever been with. And I've been with some honkas.” You laughed.

“Am I just a slut to you?”

“No, you’re a slut for me, baby.” You grabbed his arm, “there’s a difference.” You giggled.

He looked flabbergasted. You continued. “Who said you have man titties?”

He pouted. “Azriels girl.”

You snorted even harder. “Hey, Az has man titties too! Just not as scrumptious.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Who else has man titties?”

You shrugged. “Babe, this conversation is not something you wanna do.”

“No no tell me whose ‘honkas’ you’ve been looking at!” He playfully yelled as he pulled your legs so your butt was resting against his thigh.

“Feyre’s got a nice pair. I’d motorboat Lucien's any-“

He tickled your foot which cause you to glare and shriek. The shriek ruined the intimidation of the glare.

“Lucien?!” He asked incredulously. “When did you see his?”

“I haven’t? Do you think I've seen Fey’s?”

He shrugged. “I don't know what you girls do at sleepovers.”

“uh…Not that.” Except that one time Mor needed help seeing if a mole was worrisome. But. He didn’t need to know that. “But, your pair of titties is my faaavorite.” You drew him closer to you.

“Yeah yeah.” He looked down at yours, your top shifting so it showed more of your tits. “Yours are mine.”

“Better fucking be.” You muttered and smooched his temple.

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crumbledcastle28 · 1 year

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Azriel Shadowsinger: Young God

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader (afab; she/her)

Request: “Okay I’m annoying you with these now hehe sorry. But I have another idea/request. You know how in angst Azriel x reader oneshots it’s always the reader who’s in love with Azriel and he’s in a relationship? How about we switch that and make it so Azriel is in love with an unavailable reader?” @aroseinvelaris

Excerpt: “He looked up at you like a boy, a little boy, who had been pushed too far. And yet, at the same time, the Azriel who quickened your heart with only a glance was still there, giving his face and body the look of what you could only describe as a young, bleeding god. Covered in sweat and tears and blood, his hair soaked with the same alloy, he was a fallen angel, begging for mercy.

His eyes said to you make it stop. Please, make it end.

“Az,” you whispered, and he fell into your arms.

Your brain instantly tore you in half. You had never felt so overjoyed and crestfallen in the same moment.”

Warnings: illyrian!reader, jealous!azriel (so yummy), idiots in love, reader has sex with someone else, heavy swearing, kind of toxic reader and az, drinking, mating bond, punching bags, blood, kissing, and our lord of bloodshed and high lord make an appearance.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I have been sitting on this request forever, and I feel I am finally capable of doing it justice. I hope you enjoy @aroseinvelaris, thank you again for your request.

A/N 2: I’m a lot a little rusty with acotar vernacular and Azriel descriptions. so please be kind. This is also incredibly not canon.

SJM Masterlist

If you would like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated :)

The last thing you wanted to do in the infamous, disreputable Windhaven War-Camp was drink, but with the presence of its current war lord, you were really fucking tempted to.

You could hear his remarks from a multiple tables away.

Training females, a waste of resources if you ask me.

What the fuck else does Rhysand expect of us? To put bitches in our camps? On our front lines?

Rhysand’s dogs wish they could prove what we do to with them after their training.

He was a cocksucking pig, and that was enough of an excuse for you to bring a cup of wine to your lips and practically guzzle it down.

“You hear him too?” said the Lord of Bloodshed to your right, or as you knew him, just Cass.

You nodded, taking another sip despite the sour grapes coating your tongue, and his leathers squeaked as he leaned forward on his chair. He was gripping his own glass like a sailor dangling over a hull.

“Mother help me,” he replied.

“Mother help us all,” you countered, and Cassian chuckled.

“And Rhysand most of all,” he replied, gesturing across the crowded dining area.

Rhys was elbows-deep in documents, going over how exactly Windhaven was functioning under his rule with the other war lords. You didn’t blame him. With Ironcrest continuing to defame him and grip onto their dissent, Rhysand couldn’t afford to lose anyone else.

He would never admit that, of course, but after over a century of spying for him, you had your ways of reading him; shoulders tight, back hunched, eyebrows creased, and chin resting on his palm. Yeah, he was a bit stressed out.

If only you could read another Illyrian in the room’s body language so well.

You and Cassian sat and drank for some time, grateful Rhys trusted you to be his backup but simultaneously regretting ever joining him in the first place, before the rest of your backup arrived.

You begged your heart not to quicken. The alcohol was already fucking with your head enough.

Azriel sat in the seat to your left, his distinct musk of cool air, leather, and shadows breezing by you as he did, and poured himself a glass of his own.

“Notice anything?” Cassian asked him as he poured, well aware that your heart was in fact quickening, but Az shook his head.

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

You nodded as he sipped his drink, leaning back into his chair. His wings and chest widened, giving your peripheral vision the perfect angle of his leathers. Him and Cassian had gone all out - adorned with every dagger, cuirass, pauldron, and gauntlet you could think of, in addition to their shimmering siphons bouncing off every metallic object in the hall. You blended in with them as best as you could.

Except, of course, the fact that you were a female.

Az’s voice ripped you from your thoughts. “I would feel more confident if Y/N did my route over again after dinner is served. Would you be okay with that?”

You nodded without looking at him, and were surrounded by silence once more.

The three of you continued to keep your eyes open, scanning the room for any sudden movements, suspicious glances, or unnecessary walks towards your High Lord. Your body besieged you to get up and get away from the male beside you. Escape the nervous energy he always seemed to coat you with made especially worse given the fact that you were surrounded and outnumbered by enemies, made your fight-flight-or-freeze response ache with strain.

The alcohol wasn’t helping the feeling at all. You needed something else. Right then and right there to make your heart pound and sweat pour from your pores.

With one glance to your right, you spotted your solution.

“Is that who I think it is?” Cassian asked, following your line of sight, and you grinned.

Ozia. A name perfect for his image in your mind.

Azriel followed your gaze as well, his spine straightening and his eyes squinting, and looked back to you with a look that could only be described as a mix of puzzled and panicked.

The male’s hazel eyes met yours across the hall, and in that moment, you knew exactly where your night was going to end.

The male was tall and chiseled, skin tanned and freckled, and his hair was brown and curly. It hung over his eyes slightly, etching his curved nose and pouted lips perfectly. He was quiet, reserved, but one of the few Ilyrian males you had ever found yourself able to trust. You had met him the last time you had visited Devlon, enforcing Rhysand’s rule of training before chores with an iron fist, and Ozia had backed you up completely. He explained that he had even started taking the females back to his home to teach them proper stretching and breathing techniques, and his support made your trip infinitely easier.

Maybe that was the reason you had ended up in his bed, or maybe it was because of his borderline piercing resemblance to the male on your left. Either way, Cassian had never teased you as relentlessly as he had the day he had found out - you still had no fucking idea how - and with the look in his eye as his gaze bounced between you, Ozia, and Az, he was not going to let this one go either.

Not a morsel of you cared. It was infinitely better than sitting in the want of a male you could never have.

You finished off your wine before standing up, scraping your wooded chair against the floor as you did. Azriel looked up at you and, likely having put the two pieces together, asked, “What about dinner?”

Your excitement to escape him caused you to overlook the venom in his tone.

“I’m not hungry,” you responded, and made your way towards the male you knew, and away from the one you wish you did.

~*~

Azriel willed himself to remember a word of what Cassian had said to him from the moment you left to the moment he finally made his escape, but as he trekked up the creaky, circular stairs to his dust-ridden bedroom for the evening, he could not recall a single word.

Not after the look in your eyes as you looked at the male across the room, the grin tracing your teeth as you eyed him, and the way your hips moved as you walked to him. Not after Azriel could not eat more than a few bites of the chicken soup provided for them without becoming queasy at the thought of what that male - Ozia - was doing to you, what you were doing to him. Not after the blow to his heart after waiting for you to walk his route with him, as you had agreed to, and you never showing.

And especially not now, as he prepared himself for the necessity of passing your room in order to get to his own.

With the alcohol muddling his mind and the exhaustion in his muscles from one of the longest days he had experienced in recent memory, he thought he could pass it by without a second thought. He was in the clear at the top of the steps, throat closing and head pounding, but as he made his way past your door, his hope dissolved like a sugar in tea.

He didn’t hear you, or him, or have any proof that you were together in your room in any way...

... except for the smell of it.

He had never hated anything more..

The smell of you - you - that he had gotten to know so well. Vanilla and green tea with just a hint of rose, a mixture true to who you were at your core, mixed with the smell of someone else. It was sex and sweat and spit and sheets and you so much of you and so much of him.

It was acrid, pungent, and so fucking heart shattering that he had to put his hand to his chest to ensure his heart was still beating.

He wanted to keel over in pain, rip his heart out of his chest, shatter every window in the cabin, and rip you away from him all in the same moment.

But he just kept on walking, ignoring the tether in his chest pulling him back to you more than anything else.

~*~

If Azriel thought that night was long, he was not ready for the morning after.

At breakfast, you reeked of him, yet the smile on your face was what burned Azriel to a crisp. As the four of you traveled home, you and Cass snuck glances at each other like two females who knew something Azriel didn’t. When you finally reached the House of Wind, you immediately went up to bed, mumbling something about how you hadn’t managed to get much sleep anyway.

He hadn’t either.

As you headed upstairs, Azriel headed down, vibrating with an energy he could not describe. All he knew was that he wanted it off of him. He needed everything he was feeling inside of him off and away it was cutting him so deeply -

“Hey,” came a voice, the arm attached to it finding its place on Azriel’s shoulder. He turned, startled to finally feel his body after living solely in his head, and was met with violet.

“What’s going on?” Rhys asked, and Azriel softened a bit from the look of concern in his eyes.

After centuries of having brothers - real brothers - he still wasn’t used to being loved.

“I’m fine,” Azriel replied, and Rhys raised his eyebrows. “Honestly, I am. Just overtired, and sick of Illyrians.”

As if on cue, Cassian walked through the house with a dagger in one hand and an even bigger bottle of liquor in the other, likely headed upstairs to bring said items up to his mate.

He turned to look at his observers as he made his way up, exclaiming proudly, “I picked the dagger out myself.”

Rhys and Az looked at each other after he reached the top, and Rhys chuckled, patting Azriel on the shoulder. “You and me both, brother.”

~*~

Azriel couldn’t remember how many punching bags he’d sent flying across the training room’s floor. He didn’t fucking care.

All he knew was that the feeling inside of him was not stopping.

He had done pushups until he collapsed, a plank until he dropped, crunches until he puked, and now he was punching the bags without any wrapping protecting the skin of his hands. He would take anything else - anything else - in place of this anguish. He could still smell it, couldn’t stop picturing it, and every time his brain seemed to release him from the torture of its vividity, it would snap back in almost instantly like a punch to his stomach.

He’d been hit many times, but nothing that felt like this. It was a feral, dirty, venomous beast inside of him tearing him apart with its nails and teeth. His arms were jelly, his hands were spilling clumps of blood, but it still wasn’t enough. The beast was relentless, beating Azriel no matter what he did.

His chest ached so badly. The thought of you kissing Ozia.

Punch.

Tasting him.

Punch.

Feeling him.

Punch.

Laughing with him.

Punch.

Smiling at him. Enough to crinkle your irises. While Azriel waited for you.

Punch.

And possibly even loving him.

A punch, a crack, and a scream echoed through the chamber, and Azriel smiled with victory as his body finally gave out on him.

~*~

You woke covered in sweat, an unidentifiable scream echoing through your mind like a stone in an empty cave, and a searing pain etching its way down your right hand. Tears coated your eyes as you sat up, hissing as the throbbing made it down to your fingertips.

The scream continued to reverberate all the while.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your hand laying limp by your side. You felt stupid for crying. You had broken your hand before.

But your hand wasn’t broken.

You attempted to wiggle it around, flexing your fingers and widening your grip, and the pain slowly faded to a dull ache. You wiped your eyes as you pushed down onto the mattress with it, attempting to gauge how harsh the pain was engrained your bones.

The searing sensation returned.

“Fuck,” you whispered again, and scooted off the bed and onto your feet. The sun had begun to rise outside your window, illuminating you with gold as you walked into the hall and down to the kitchen.

Your mind muddled with pain and sleep so harshly that you relied on your body to navigate for you, allowing it to think for you. You didn’t even know why you were going to the kitchen. You just needed to move the rest of your body to distract you from your hanging hand.

As you blinked the sleep out of your eyes, you realized that, instead of the kitchen, your body had begun to take you down further.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you questioned, but still walked down, down, down.

Maybe your body was telling you that some training would do you good. Maybe your hand was just stiff and sore, and needed renewed blood flow. You had been skipping out on your morning routine due to your guard duty. Maybe your body was itching for it back.

You yawned, whispering, “Whatever.”

You began rolling your shoulders as your feet hit the ground, warming up your back and neck. You rubbed your eyes one last time with your left hand, allowing your still aching right one to remain hanging at your side, while simultaneously becoming overwhelmed with the scent of sweat, rubber, and blood. For a second, you smiled, content with the feeling of walking into a space you knew so well - that knew you so well. You were excited, your adrenal gland suddenly pumping you with adrenaline and dopamine.

You were home.

That euphoric pairing was suddenly doused with cortisol as you turned towards the punching bags, only to be met with nearly a dozen lying flat, and a mass of dark wings kneeling on the hard ground.

A mass of dark wings that you could recognize with only the sound of them.

“Azriel,” you whispered, watching as he breathed heavily, clutching his bleeding hand. He was surrounded by small sprays of crimson blood and clear sweat, painting the floor a muted color. His expression was...pained, haunted.

It was his right hand he was clutching.

“Azriel,” you said again, a bit louder that time, and picked up your stride. He hinted at no recognition.

Your own pained hand was long forgotten.

You reached him quickly, kneeling down beside him and touching his shoulders gently. You turned him to look at you, tempted to finally understand the exact feeling of his face slightly stubbled, but his head remained low.

“Azriel, what the fu -” you began, but were unable to form another syllable when his golden eyes connected with yours.

He looked up at you like a boy, a little boy, who had been pushed too far. And yet, at the same time, the Azriel who quickened your heart with only a glance was still there, giving his face and body the look of what you could only describe as a young, bleeding god. Covered in sweat and tears and blood, his hair soaked with the same alloy, he was a fallen angel, begging for mercy.

His eyes said to you make it stop. Please, make it end.

“Az,” you whispered, and he fell into your arms.

Your brain instantly tore you in half. You had never felt so overjoyed and crestfallen in the same moment.

His face was pressed against your collarbone as he began to weep, and his arms wrapped around your waist. He was timid at first, waiting for you to push him away, but you didn’t. Your body molded him to you, pressing him against you and holding him like glass. He was shaking, sweating, and bleeding all over you, enough that blood dripping from his mouth had begun to soak through your shirt. You closed your eyes and held him impossibly closer, and brought your still throbbing hand up to the back of his neck.

Every part of his body that you could feel was warm - too warm.

“Azriel,” you whispered, your voice suddenly cracking at the effort to speak, “what happened?”

He said nothing.

“Why are you down here, Azriel?” you asked, beginning to rub your fingers along the top of his spine. “Tell me why.”

He inhaled shakily, his hot breath mixing with the heat of his blood still staining you, and tried to speak. Nothing escaped besides another quiet sob.

This Spymaster, Illyrian warrior, the strongest there had ever been, was shattering in your arms.

“Please just tell me,” you whispered again. It was your own way of begging him to get up again, be the male who never cracked, never crumbled. He was a rock - he was always a rock - and seeing him like this was scaring the living shit out of you.

He had to have caught on, because after a few shaky breaths, he whispered quietly enough for only you to hear. “Because I can still smell him on you.”

Your eyes widened, and a copper taste coated your tongue.

“You...” you whimpered, “you smell him?”

Suddenly Azriel pushed himself off you and looked at you with something other than pain and hurt.

It was...you didn’t know what it was.

“Yes,” he replied, his bloodied, broken hand trembling, “that’s all I can fucking smell and see. I can’t stop it. No matter what I do, I can’t stop it.”

You recalled Rhysand’s words from the past, about Feyre.

When I would feel her on Tamlin, he said, it was all I could see. I couldn’t stop it.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Azriel continued, “my chest...it hurts.”

It was all in my chest, Rhysand had said, the pain was, at least, The rest was somewhere deeper, like it was engrained in me. The wrongness of it was inside of me.

“It’s inside of me, Y/N.” Azriel’s mouth was dripping blood now, adding to the mural he had painted on the floor, “I don’t...your hand?”

You looked down at your limp one, and back up at him.

“You...you felt it?” he asked, referring to the shattering of his own bones.

You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks, but from something other than pain. Your voice was breathy and perfumed with triumph as you traced the pattern in both Az and Rhys’s words. “Yes.”

Azriel’s defeated eyes suddenly lit with curiosity. “How...how is that possi -”

“The pain’s right here, isn’t it?” you interrupted him, putting your left hand on the area right beneath your breasts. “Right here?”

You moved your hand to the same area on his chest, and he nodded.

“It burns, doesn’t it?”

“Everywhere,” he agreed.

You nodded. “It’s deep, like in your bones it feels -”

“- wrong.” He completed your sentence for you.

You smiled, big enough to wrinkle your irises, and kissed him.

He was bloody and hot, but you kissed him anyway, hard enough for drops of it to begin to drip down your lips as well.

You pulled away and took his injured hand in yours. “Why do you think I was with Ozia in the first place?”

Azriel’s voice was quiet and unsure. “I... I don’t know.”

“Because he was as close to you as I could get,” you said with a chuckle. “I thought, after a century, there was no hope. That the Cauldron destined you for someone else. I figured, if I couldn’t have you, I would drown the grief in someone who I could pretend was you.”

His eyes widened, and he licked his bloodied lips before asking, “Did it work?”

You chuckled back and kissed his cheek. “Not even close.”

With your lips still buzzing, he pulled you in for another kiss, and finally - finally - the cracks in your chest bloomed into a bond. It was soothing, spreading itself over all the wounds that remained open from a century of festering, and replaced them with a garden of roses. The feeling stretched itself around your body, wrapping you in a cocoon of solace. You had been carrying the ache of an untethered line in your body, and it had finally found its dock.

He kissed you softly, holding back enough to prove to you of his uncertainty, before you pulled away and mumbled, “I feel it too.”

He swallowed and smiled, enough to crinkle the skin around his eyes and accentuate his dimples. With his blood still dripping from both of your mouths, he said with full confidence, “You’re my mate.”

You wiped the blood from his chin and brushed back the strands of hair sticking to his forehead as you replied, “And you are mine.”

With eyes only filled with love, Azriel said, “So that’s why I wanted to tear his jaw off.”

You smiled and pressed your foreheads together, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone. Your shattered hands were placed on top of each other on the ground.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you said to him. “I thought the pain I felt was merely jealousy, and I was with Ozia to escape from it. If I knew you were experiencing it too, or if I was honest from the beginning, you never would have gotten hurt.”

You leaned back to look him in the eye as you said, “I am sorry I hurt you. I am sorry I left you to do the route alone. I am sorry for all of it.”

He only smiled. “I had every opportunity to be honest too, and I didn’t take it. This isn’t your fault.’

You nodded, but he kissed you again. “This isn’t your fault.”

You kissed him back, showing him you believed him through your tongue and teeth.

You had dreamed of this moment, internalized every spat of poetry Rhysand and Cassian had iterated about the feeling of it, but nothing could have prepared you to know the feeling of being honestly, rawfully, and purely loved.

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lettheskyfallletitcrumble · 3 months

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"Elain doesn't deserve Lucien"

"Elain doesn't deserve Azriel"

"Elain doesn't deserve blah blah blah blah blah"

Legitimately SHUT THE FUCK UP

Elain doesn't deserve your precious fae male because of her complacency and lack of action while in poverty? Elain doesn't deserve love and redemption?

But your precious fae males (whom I love too, dont get me wrong but remember this is a work of fiction) who have tortured people, killed people, abused people and discriminated against humans do deserve that love and redemption?

EAT MY ASS.

Enjoy, because it's big.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofs #acofas #pro elain #rhysand #lucien vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #cassian acotar #eris vanserra #tamlin #pro elain archeron #elain archeron

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honeybeefae · 2 years

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Size Matters (Cassian x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY TWO: SIZE DIFFERENCE

Summary// He had been watching you ever since you first were introduced, taking note of just how tiny you were compared to him. It drove him wild some nights imagining how much you could take and how you would look. Lucky for him, you were thinking the very same thing and after one too many drinks at Rita’s you both find out just how right the other was.

(I’ve never written for Cassian before and honestly…I’m in love?? He’s so goofy yet extremely smart (and arrogant) and I just KNOW he would be hella good in bed. I hope I do him justice, let me know if you guys like him/the story!)

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, size kink, belly bulge, drinking, you are both drunk but it is 100% consensual, dirty talk, ass smacking, size queen reader, please prep before you have sex lol, possessiveness, overstimulation, slight breeding kink??

Cassian had taken notice of the distinct differences in your sizes from the moment you met. You were an apprentice healer, working in your parent’s shop when he and Mor had stopped by for something that he had forgotten the second your eyes connected.

You had given the two of them a bright smile, walking out from behind the counter to ask if there was anything you could help them with. Mor handed you a list and had numerous questions and while you were answering them, your eyes kept drifting off to the side to take him in.

His chest was the only thing you could see at eye level, having to tilt your head back quite a ways to meet his eyes. Your heart quickened every time he got beside you, still not having said anything directly to you yet, from just how domineering his height and build were.

After you had checked them out, Cassian offered his hand and smiled, not missing how his own hand completely covered your own. From then on he was more than happy to run errands to your shop, talking to you more and more to try and find out more about you.

Eventually you grew close and the friendly talks and outings turned more…flirtatious. It almost felt like there was some string between the two of you and with every interaction it was pulling you closer and closer. He introduced you to his friends and brothers, satisfied in the way you clung to him as if he would protect you from the world, which he would without hesitation.

However, your relationship never got past the longing glances and passing touches. That is, until tonight.

You had lost count of how many drinks you had slammed back, trying your best to keep up with your group as they cheered you on. It had been a while since you had gone out and you were having a great time. Everyone was in a great mood, the music was hitting just the right spot, and Cassian had been paying extra special attention to you.

He was possessive of the people he cared about which was something you loved about him but it was much more prominent tonight. Cassian would be at your side constantly, not even letting you dance alone, but you were not complaining in the slightest.

Of course, the two of you were quite tipsy and had a case of wandering hands, letting yourself enjoy the way his body swallowed you when he pulled you close during a song or when sitting in the booth talking to Azriel and Rhys.

“You really think you could take me on?” Cassian laughed as you nodded enthusiastically, vision spinning from the fast motion. “I don’t think you even have a chance against a bunny, Y/N, let alone a general.”

“That’s so not fair!” You pouted, looking to Rhys for backup. “Half of the fight is believing in yourself and I absolutely believe I could kick your ass.”

Azriel and Rhys threw their heads back in a fit of laughter, the image of you fighting Cassian too comical. “I dunno Cass. You have been lacking in the ring lately. Almost like you’ve been distracted.” Rhys taunted, smirking at the glare Cassian shot him. “She might just be able to hold her own.”

With both liquor and adrenaline running through your blood, you felt extremely bold as you turned to your friend and said, “Let’s test this out now. We can go up to the training ring right now and settle this.” All three of the Illyrians turned to you in shock and apprehension, not even noticing Mor as she slid back into the booth.

“What’s wrong? Why are you all looking at her like that?” Mor asked, her face soon mirroring the rest of the group as Azriel filled her in on what you had just said.

“Y/N, no way. I think it’s time we cut you off.” She said while reaching for your drink, flinching when you snatched it close to your chest.

“I’m serious! I could totally fight him; I’ve been practicing.” You defend but Cassian shakes his head, placing his large hand over yours to get you to look at him.

“We’re doing this for your own good, sweetheart. You would get hurt and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” His tone was somber, and you knew he was telling the truth. He was always so gentle and cautious with you. It was like he thought you would break under his fingertips.

But you didn’t want that Cassian, not right now. Frustration was growing in your soul as everyone dismissed your skill and so you took in a deep breath and delivered a low blow, knowing it would get under his skin.

“Poor Illyrian baby, I know how fragile your egos are.” You cooed with a sarcastic smile, patting his cheek as his right eye twitched. “If you’re too scared I’ll just go find someone else, don’t worry.”

Cassian would never, ever, put you in danger. He was the General Commander of the Night Court’s army, he had won countless fights and battles, and he had nothing to prove to anyone. You weren’t thinking clearly and he knew that. He knew you were just taunting him like the brat you were.

However when he saw his brothers choke on their drinks, hiding their laughter behind their arms, while Mor openly cackled at your words…it flipped a switch in him.

Especially when you began to get up to go find some random guy to go challenge.

“Stop,” Cassian grunted while practically slamming you back into your seat. “I’m giving you one chance to rethink your decision, Y/N. If you were smart, you would take it.”

“If you weren’t chicken you wouldn’t want to give me an out, general.” You snarked back, grinning from ear to ear when he pushed you both out of the booth to leave for the House of Wind.

“Cass-” Azriel began but closed his lips when he shot him a warning look. Rhysand’s eyes were flickering back and forth between the two of you, deciphering your thoughts and body language, before giving Azriel a signal to lay off. He was almost certain that nothing would happen between the two of you that would put either of you in harm's way. Almost.

“Good luck, Y/N.” Mor smiled sweetly as you gave her a thumbs up, letting Cassian guide you outside. She turned to the remaining two men and, when certain you were both gone, said, “We all know what’s going to happen right?”

“Definitely.” Azriel nodded.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t recommend any of us heading over there tonight…or tomorrow,” Rhys added while taking another sip, motioning for Rita to grab another round. “Next round is on me.”

The wind was cold as it whipped past your face, Cassian’s hold tight as he flew you both to the training ring. It was quiet the entire time and you took the chance to enjoy being held this close to him, resting your head against his chest which made a small blush rise to his cheeks.

When you both landed, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking you over in contemplation. You had your arms wrapped around yourself from the chill in the air, not thinking to grab a jacket, and he was starting to rethink his rash decision.

“Do you really want to do this?” Cassian asked while you walked to the edge of the ring, alcohol still buzzing around your head. “We can just go inside and head to bed. That way no one gets hurt.”

“I’m not a baby, Cass.” You frown, resisting the urge to stomp your feet. “It can be quick, first person pinned wins, if you are that worried.”

He stood still for a moment before shrugging and motioning you to head inside, chuckling when you almost fell over your own feet. You took a deep breath and shook your entire body to get your blood pumping, smiling like a kid when Cassian took a fighting stance. He gave you one last look and you nodded, hands outstretched, and then he launched himself towards you.

You slid out of the way easily and into the other corner, winking at him cockily when he turned around in surprise. “Told ya.” You teased as he smirked and dove forward again, looking to grab your legs, but missing when you jumped out of the way.

“Oh come on, you can’t just dodge the entire time.” Cassian complained to which you just shrugged.

“I thought you didn’t want to hurt me?” You asked as you dodged again, having to steady yourself when your vision blurred momentarily.

“I don’t.” He responded while taking advantage of your stumble, snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you roughly into his chest. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the chase.”

Your stomach swarmed with butterflies at the intimate hold, both of your bodies warm as you turned to look up at him. His pupils were wide with either adrenaline or lust, you couldn’t know for sure, while his mouth was slightly parted. All of the feelings you had been holding in for him came swimming up to the surface the longer he watched you.

“I like it too.” You say softly, turning your body so that your front was pressed fully against him. His nostrils flared at your brazenness, the hand that was on your stomach now falling to rest just above your ass. “Kiss me, Cassian.”

He didn’t hesitate to follow your orders, bending down to claim your lips heatedly and groaning at the taste of you. It was everything he had dreamed of, the softness of them pulling him in deeper as he held your head with his free hand to give him more control.

You yielded to him like it was second nature, feeling your entire body heat up like you were standing next to the sun. Cassian lifted you up easily, your legs wrapping around his waist, as he began to explore your mouth with his tongue. You could feel his cock from this position, of just how big he was, and you couldn’t stop yourself from rubbing your sex into his.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He growled, massaging your ass with his two hands as you pulled away from the kiss. “Such a dirty girl.”

“Please, Cass, I don’t think I can wait much longer.” You pleaded while mouthing at his neck. “I want you so bad.”

Cassian smirked and bounced you on his clothed cock, enjoying how your head fell back as your panties soaked from the friction. You were going to be the death of him but he didn’t care, sinking to his knees so that he could lay your flat against the padding of the ring.

Your shirt and pants were wrinkled from all of the movements and when you went to take them off, he stopped you, licking his lips at the sight of you so eager for him.

“Gods, you are so fucking tiny, sweetheart.” He noted, rubbing a hand over his face as you ignored him. “I have to prep you first, Y/N, or I am going to hurt you.”

His eyebrows rose when you rose up to your knees swiftly and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to eye level. “I want you to hurt me, Cassian.” You confessed, panting in need, and you saw the immediate switch in his demeanor.

He snarled and grasped your chin with two fingers, kissing you fiercely as he tore your clothes to shreds. The air made goosebumps rise to your skin but you didn’t care, enjoying the way he bit down on your lip as your hands flew down to free his member from his pants.

It sprang free and hit his stomach, the tip an angry red while the length looked like it would break you in half. “Holy shit.” You mumbled, wrapping your hand around it as best as you could and giving him a few quick strokes. Cassian moaned at the touch, watching how your fingers struggled to touch together from his girth.

You knew you probably should’ve listened to him about prep, that you were going to be sore tomorrow, but you wanted it to hurt. You wanted him to break you in half, to have him stretch you out like never before, and you knew he wanted the same thing.

“Think you can take it, sweetheart?” He asked cockily, hissing when you gripped him just a little too tight in response.

Cassian laid back on the floor of the ring, letting you take the rest of his clothes off, before grasping his cock in his hand and staring at you with a hungry look. You committed the sight of him to memory, of the sheer size of the Illyrian before you, and climbed on top.

“Gonna ride me, Y/N?” He taunted as you positioned yourself over his dick. You could see your juices dripping onto him as you grabbed the base and teased it with your lips, enjoying how his mouth dropped open at the feeling.

“Fuck…” Were the last words to leave his mouth as you slowly, slowly, sank down onto him. It already felt like you were full and he wasn’t even halfway in, your eyes screwing shut at the pain as you went farther down. “That’s it, baby, that’s it.”

Even though you knew you were wet enough it still hurt, the stretch unbelievable as you finally bottomed out. Cassian was breathing heavily below you, his hands holding your hips so tight you were sure they were going to break, trying to control the urge to just fuck into you like an animal.

You took a few deep breaths and planted your hands on his chest, looking down and moaning at the sight of the small bulge in your belly. He was so deep inside you that you could see it.

He followed your eyes and you gasped when he pulled out slightly and thrust back in, his own moan falling out when he watched the bulge move. It was like a wet dream come to life, knowing he was balls deep inside you while you took him like a good girl. Cassian’s control was on a thin line and when you bent down close and whispered, “Fuck, you’re so big, Cass.” He lost it.

His hands lifted you almost all the way off his cock before he slammed you down again, ignoring your small cry of pain as he fucked you as he had always imagined. You did your best to hold on, your tits bouncing wildly as he hit your cervix with every thrust.

“Such a, fuck-” He growled as you buried your head into his chest, not even being able to reach his neck, and started to suck and kiss whatever skin you could. “Good girl. Taking all of me, all of my cock.”

“Yes, please!” You cried out, the sounds of skin on skin echoing into the night as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. “I can take it, I can take it.”

A fire started to burn in your lower belly as he tore you in half, his cock pistoning in and out at an inhuman pace as he claimed what was his. Cassian wasn’t far behind, the feeling of your cunt squeezing him so tightly making his orgasm come faster than he would like.

“M’gonna fill you up, Y/N.” He snarled as you gained enough strength to push yourself back up, using his hands on your back as leverage to try and match his pace. “Do you want that? Want my cum leaking out of you like a whore?”

You nodded although you weren’t totally coherent, chasing your own orgasm as he groaned and moved on of his hands to your pussy, rubbing your clit in small circles so that the two of you could finish together.

It was the final touch you needed, your hips stuttering to a halt as you exploded around him and screamed out his name. Cassian was right behind you, watching you like you were a goddess as he emptied himself into your cunt, feeling it burst past the seam of your conjoined parts and leak onto the floor below.

He slowed his thrusts down as you collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily as he tried to fuck his cum back into your hole. You groaned as you started to get overstimulated, trying to push him off but he just chuckled and held you in a vicelike grip.

“Uh uh, sweetheart. I’ve waited too long to have you.” Cassian murmured into your ear sweetly, licking the outer shell that had a shiver going down your spine. “You’re mine.”

#acotar smut #acotar kinktober #acotar #cassian x reader #cassian smut #cassian #cassian acotar #cassian x reader smut #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #smut #kinktober #acofs #azriel #rhysand #mor #ritas

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incorrectacotarwords · 9 months

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Cassian: So when did she stop threatening to kill you?

Rhysand: After she accepted the mating bond…for the most part

Lucien: Never had that problem

Azriel: Same

Jurian: oh it’s how we do fireplay

Kallias: Agreed. It adds so much…tension. It’s a rite of passage.

Cassian:

Cassian: So with Nesta it’s just for fun??

All of them avoiding eye contact with Cassian: Sure

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slowpress · 3 months

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Forged / Made Mates

If Nesta could forge magic Made swords accidentally through force of will, could she Forge a Mating Bond?

If the Cauldron choses mates, could Nesta with her stolen power, for better or worse choose her own?

We've seen Cassian chose Rhys over her a few times, and described himself as shackled to her, which doesn't really feel like something a mate should do. Do you think Nesta Made her mating bond with Cassian? Therefore interrupting and redirecting her former / true mating bond?

#acofs #acotar #cassian #nesta archeron #sjmaas #sjm universe #maasverse #all that hammering...#acotar theory #maasverse theory #nessian #nesta x cassian

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the-shadow-master · 1 year

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Rhys: Cassian...

Cassian: Oh no, 'Cassian' in B-flat.

Cassian: You're disappointed.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes generator #incorrect acotar quotes #acotar #cassian acotar #rhys acotar #acosf #acomaf #acowar #acofs #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses

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the-fairyqueen · 1 year

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ACOTAR Fancasting

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sunshineofmoon · 1 year

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"— So bloodthirsty, my new High Lady. — the Carver purred, picking up the cracked bone and turning it over in those small, delicate hands. "

ACOWAR, chapter 22, page 241

i was re-reading acowar (actually re-reading the Bone Carver scenes, but no one needs to know this) and, gods, i had forgotten what complete sucker i'm for this boy-

officially the Bone Carver's number one bitch, simply put.

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houseofwindbookshelf · 1 year

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Nesta Archeron🖤

#nesta x cassian #anti nesta #nesta acotar #nesta archeron #nesta x gwyn x emerie #acotar #acofs #sarah j maas #feyre darling #cassian acotar #azriel #rhys acotar #inner circle #pro feyre #pro nesta #nessian

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blackparadoxx · 1 year

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I tried to do a spotify playlist with all the songs that reminds me the whole serie. (Not only acotar but also acomaf, acowar, acofs, acosf).

I payed attention to the lyrics and they can fit for one or many characters.

If you have any recommandations let me know !

Hope you'll enjoy it.

I'll keep it updated (probably 🫠) ♡

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poeticdani · 1 year

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cassian so real for being the first azriel stan

#acotar #acomaf #acofs #acosf #azriel #cassian #cassian acotar #azriel acotar #rhysand and helion take the second and third place spots #they literally told me

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bookishbethanyerin · 1 year

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• Review: A Court of Silver Flames •

It feels strange to call what I’m about to do a review because it’s just going to be me fawning all over this book.

Which, honestly, should surprise no one – I’ve loved SJM’s books since reading about 10 pages of Throne of Glass back in 2012, but after falling out of reading generally for a while, I stopped keeping up with her work.

Which means I didn’t read *this* until a couple weeks ago. And, to keep things real, I didn’t think I’d want to read this book – when I first read the ACOTAR series, I *loathed* Nesta and couldn’t imagine a whole book of her.

But holy bazoo, was I wrong. In fact, this is probably my favorite SJM book.

A character deep-dive, it follows Nesta Archeron (a sharp-tongued woman who pushes everyone away) after she’s received an intervention from the Inner Circle and is forced to train with – and live with – Cassian (a warrior with golden retriever energy).

Nesta’s story is one of healing, forgiveness, and growth, but it’s a long journey – we meet new characters, learn more about the politics of Prythian, and get a whole lot of toe-curling spice.

I loved every single page.

5🌟

3🌶️

#acofs #acotar #a court of silver flames #sarah j maas #sjmaas #nesta archeron #cassian #book review #romantasy #books

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litnerdwrites · 2 months

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Justice for Nesta recs (AO3)

Most, if not all, of these recs are in the Justice for Nesta/ ACOSF rewrite/fix-it vein. It will be updates as I find more fics, but feel free to send any recs you have.

TRIGGER WARNING! Many of these fics will be very dark, with references to suicide, ptsd, misogyny, and IC BS. However, I'll be sure to add specifics where applicable.

Fics For Those Craving Nesta JusticeI put all the fics I found into one collection on AO3 that, as the title suggests, are for those craving Nesta Justice. Please read the relevant tags for each fic, as many of them contain reference to PTSD, SA (both past referenced and in story), and general IC BS.

I'll also list every fic in this collection bellow, just to keep them all in one place. Feel free to also add your own finds or works if you have any. The collection is open, but moderated.

Those the Stars Cannot Hear by @kataraavatara An ACOSF rewrite where Mor makes good on her threat to leave Nesta in the CON.

Baby, now we got bad blood by Pumpkinspice_Lou They say you should never come between a male and his mate. Rhysand should've known better. Aka Cassian finally choosing Nesta. Completed two-shot.

A Court of Vice and Victors by Wishcamper Acosf rewritten by a therapist. Need I say more? Incomplete.

You Made Her Like That By BookWorm77071 A few days into their Hike from Hell, Nesta is able to form one coherent thought: I don't want to do this anymore. So she stops. Three chapter short story. Completed.

Nesta becomes a baby by Theladyofbloodshed Exactly what the title says. Oneshot.

A Court of Tangled Flames by Theladyofbloodshed A Neris fic where Nesta gets the love story she deserves.

ACOTAR snippet collection by Theladyofbloodshed A collection of Acotar what ifs.

Nesta vs. The Buffer by Theladyofbloodshed After Nesta finally snaps at another 'family' dinner, calling Cassian and Mor out on their shit, she begins to heal and fall in love on her own terms. With a certain shadowsinger. Completed. Nezriel fic. Anti IC but they kind of redeem themselves at the end. Completed.

AU Where We Pretend Acosf Didn't Happen by Theladyofbloodshed An alternative take to ACOSF, starting from post ACOFS. Nesta ends up leaving Velaris, starting herself on a journey of self discovery and healing. TW Beron Vansera, implied/referenced SA, IC being assholes.

Nightmare Dressed Like A Daydream by This_Immortal_Hope Nesta was a wolf. So, much like a wolf, she bided her time, accepting her exile with ice in her and determination in her heart. When she was ready, she tore their Court of Dreams apart with their own hypocrisy. One shot. No ship. Rhysand is thoroughly put in his place. Oneshot.

Second Chances by miryamdev Cassian apologises to Nesta after the HOFAS bonus chapter.

A trick of the light by closet_monster There was nothing condemning about madness or paralyzing fear. Nesta was familiar with both — they seemed to be a recurring theme in both womanhood and life in Hewn. Oneshot. TW Depression, self harm, and implied abuse. Please double check the tags before reading.

Burn for Eternity by rosemai Nesta is defeated and broken down by the words of her sisters and the IC, so she takes matters into her own hands and meets a group on individuals who could give her the help she needs. Incomplete.

Nesta's Truth by grovellingboyfriends After another year of leaving Nesta alone, Cassian finds Nesta in her apartment on Solstice, standing over a dead man. TW for implied SA, parental abuse, Elain is a bitch. 3/5 chapters published as of making this post.

Daylight by Flowerflamestar Nesta Archeron, banished and betrayed, ran from cold and hatred straight into the light of Day and found a place where she could belong. Completed.

Might I Suggest You Don't Fuck With My Sis by MacabreGiggles The intervention rethought, where the Archeron sisters decide to stand up for one another and put the IC in their place. Incomplete.

I died. I will die. It's alright. I don't mind. By MacabreGiggles Nesta resorts to other means to cope, like drugs. Incomplete. TW. Abuse. Alcolism. Suicide. Sexual assault. Drug abuse.

The Veil of Silence by Hrizantemy There exists a veil of silence, it shrouds our voices masking our truths, muffling our cries, our voices are muted, and dreams whispered. Incomplete.

You're a crisis of my faith by porque_nolosdos Nesta and Elain leave the NC, and upon seeing the IC's reaction, Feyre decides to ditch them too. Incomplete.

A thousand cuts by adelindschade It finally clicks for Cassian just how badly Nesta was hurting (it only took three TW suicide TW attempts), so he decides to try thinking of what Nesta would want. This decision leaves a ripple effect that will change the NC as we know it. Incomplete.

The consequences of normality by TheTeaQueen After the events of ACOSF, things seem relatively normal. Until Cassian realises that Nesta doesn't ask for things, or that self hatred still grips her, or the facade she puts on for her family. When she starts cutting back on training and work in the library, he begins to worry. Maybe things aren't as perfect as he thought. Maybe their methods in helping her weren't as effective as he thought. Incomplete.

Three little words by TheTeaQueen Cassian finally says those three little words that Nesta needed to hear. Oneshot.

Like fire, she raged by TheTeaQueen Emerie stands up for Nesta and puts Rhys and Feyre in their place. Completed.

Of Death and Resurrection by TheTeaQueen Part 1 of In the name of healing and happiness. Nesta was ready to die. So to save Feyre and Nyx, she did. Can Rhysand, the only person who can save her, bring her back from the brink? Completed. TW Implied suicide, rape/sa, anti Elain.

Of Shadows and Light by TheTeaQueen Part 2 of In the name of healing and happiness. Technically more of a Gwynriel fic, but does have some Nessian since it follows the aftermath of Of death and Resurrection, only Azriel, Gwyn & Elain are the main focus. Ties up a lose thread or two from part 1, and is 100% Anti Elain. Completed. TW Implied child abuse, implied suicide, torture.

Of Reopened Wounds and Retribution by TheTeaQueen Part 3 of In the name of healing and happiness. A trip to the human lands to discuss the treaty leads Nesta to face Thomas Mandray again. This time, she has family willing to go to hell and back for her. Incomplete. TW Implied rape/sa, panic attack.

Lady Death and Her Kingdom by TheTeaQueen Amren pushes Nesta too far, causing her to awaken a strange new power. TW Implied child abuse. Incomplete.

The Hike, Alternatively by TheTeaQueen An alternative take on The Hike from Hell, where Nesta attempt to TW commit suicide TW, and Cassian realises just how messed up their methods, and the events leading up to the hike are. Written for Suicide prevention month. Completed. TW Self harm, suicide, The Hike.

To Pay a Debt by TheTeaQueen When Nesta sees that Feyre didn't include her in any of the paintings, she does the only thing she can think of; Run. Incomplete. TW, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts, mentioned sa.

Burning from the Inside out by TheTeaQueen An au where Nesta's secretly lived with Chronic pain her whole life, only for the cauldron and her new powers to exacerbate it. Complete. TW Implied/referenced child abuse, suicidal thoughts, ableism, internalised ableism.

The Whole Truth by TheTeaQueen An alternative take where Nesta's deepest secret comes to light when Elain explodes at the dinner table one night. This forces the IC and her sisters to reevaluate their perception of her. Incomplete. TW: Child abuse, suicidal thoughts/ideation, forced prostitution, sexual assault (underage!!)

Set my Soul Alight by moodymelanist Nesta finds solace in Autumn. No Nessian. Completed. TW Implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced rape, implied/referenced torture.

Falling by becauseofreading Another take on what happens after Cassian tells Nesta that everybody hates her. Incomplete. TW Self harm, suicidal thoughts, blood and injuries.

Destruction and Renewal by Vorbi Nesta is given the opportunity to form new alliances. Initially, she scoffs at the idea, but after a small, final act of disrespect from the IC, she decides to see where this new path leads us. Incomplete. TW Implied/referenced abuse.

No One Likes A Mad Woman by Separatist_Apologist You made her like that. Nesta has had her choices tripped away, so when Eris offers her an out, she takes it. No happy ending for Cassian. The Night Court gets no sympathy. Completed. TW Domestic violence

A Cup of Tea by shaziskhalid After realising that the Cassian of her dreams isn't the Cassian she's mated to, everything changed. (MCU! Wanda, modern Au). Incomplete.

Promise by Daughterofthesea Begins during that scene where Cassian follows Nesta, and ends with him understanding just how much pain she's in, and deciding to actually help her.

Stay here (I love you, but I need another year) by littleplease Nesta is tired, and losing the will to even try. Complete. TW Apathy, depression, vuage suicidal thoughts.

What you did to me (I'll spend my life trying to rise) by filthymouthedslut Nesta is done with the IC's holier-than-thou attitude. No ship. Incomplete (3/4) as of updating this post.

Everybody hates you by Booksandsushi A different take on the time Cassian tells Nesta that Everybody hates her. Incomplete.

Change is good by Booksandsushi Nesta figures her life out on her own. Complete.

Truth of the Heart By TheFreakPanda The months after ACOFAS leave Nesta presented with some new opportunities. Full of therapy and dancing. Completed.

I've Always Liked to Play with Fire by catalyste After her village is destroyed and family killed by Hybern following Feyre's revenge mission, you wake up healed in the NC. After Lucien leaves you there, you find yourself trapped with Nesta Archeron, who turns out to be an unlikely ally. The two of you plan your escape with the help of Eris Vansera. Polly, Neris/reader, with IC bashing, and dragons. Incomplete.

The relapse by Janes_Melodies Something broke in Nesta when she learned about the results of the vote, knowing it was a tie until Feyre. She was trying for her sisters and for Cassian, yet they still think she's cruel enough to create a whole new trove just to kill them all. For the first time in months, she gave into her desires. Incomplete. TW Alcoholism, Implied/referenced self harm, suicidal thoughts.

You're safe now by annieleonhardtsring Rewrite of the scene where Nesta falls down the stairs, and Azriel stands up for her. Complete.

Love her how she should be loved by julemmaes Cassian overhears his family making some not-so-subtle comments about Nesta, and it pushes him over the edge. So he goes to bat for her, blaming his friends for everything wrong with their relationship with his girlfriend. Modern AU completed.

The Nest World - The Next Life by bat_called_phil ACOSF canon divergence fic that starts with the intervention, but diverts when Nesta takes a stand for herself, and Feyre starts holding Rhys accountable. TW Implied/referenced suicide, Implied/referenced abortion.

A Court of Spite and Isolation by xxTAO Nesta choses the human lands, separated from the IC and the distractions from her trauma, she spirals. Incomplete (4/6) TW Suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced alcoholism, Suicide attempt.

Come Home by Rhysanoodle Cassian learns how Nesta's been living since she came to Illyria, and which fears haunt her the most. Complete.

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