Tis the damn season
Modern Nessian! Nesta comes back to Velaris for the holidays after years. Despite being a successful celebrity in Los Angeles, her life has become lonely and sad. She hopes that by coming back her life will be as happy as it was that summer she spent there while she was eighteen. She soon realizes her plan is flawed.
Note: This is a funny rom-com sort of story. Also, English is not my first language so let me know if there are any mistakes.
Ch. 1
As Nesta pulled up to her sister’s snowy driveway, she couldn’t help to feel overwhelmed. She hadn’t been in Velaris for over 7 years and the sight of the city of starlight brought back all the memories she had been trying to forget the last couple of years.
Feyre´s call had been unexpected. Normally, for the holidays, the sisters exchanged a couple of texts and even sometimes sent each other gifts over email. However, for this Christmas, her younger sister had insisted she come stay with the family, as if she had sense from all those miles away, Nesta´s life was crumbling.
Nesta, for the first time in years, had had the urge to come back. From the outside her life was successful. She was a minor celebrity, the judge of a well-known dance show, and had her own apartment in Los Angeles at only 25. But, for the last months, she couldn’t really sleep. She would wake up sweating nightmare after nightmare and would only dose off into the darkness after she popped a couple of pills. So, when her sister invited her, she bought the next plane ticket to the place she had once called home.
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The house Feyre and Rhysand lived in was next to the river. A beautiful mansion far too different to the small cabin the Archerons resided in while Nesta spent the summer there. Nesta took her suitcase out of the cab and walked up to the front door. The home was fully decorated with Christmas lights and they even had Rudoph on the roof. Before she could knock, someone had already opened the door.
Elain had only grown more beautiful as the years passed by. Her brown hair was luscious, and her body had become one of a grown woman. Nesta could barely react because her sister was already hugging her.
“I missed you so much”. She spoke.
Nesta was never a hugger but she felt comfort in that embrace, even if she didn’t let it be known.
“too tight”. She complained.
Elain let go rapidly. As if she thought Nesta would get mad if she continued. To be fair, it was what Nesta would have done a couple of years back. But right now, she was happy to see her. They hadn’t seen each other since Feyre´s wedding and that had been a catastrophic event.
“How was the flight” Her sister asked.
“Good, although I didn’t remember it being that long.”
“I mean you haven’t flown here in a long time so... I’m happy you came.”
“Me too, even though I have to stay with the prick.”
“Come on Nesta, they have been married for 2 years, he´s not going anywhere.”
“I know that” she answered. “I just think he´s an arrogant asshole, and I don’t want to find out how big his ego has gotten, especially now that he´s the mayor”.
“Please, don’t cause any trouble” Elain begged. “Feyre is really stressed out these days and now not only does she have to plan the Christmas ball, she also is busy throwing this baby shower.”
“What?” Nesta asked.
And as she muttered the words, Feyre came into the room with a pregnant belly.
“Surprise” Her younger sister said. Nesta was happy for her sister. She came to hug her right away and Feyre took her in surprised. Nesta´s eyes started getting watery as if in between all that sadness of the last couple of months a light of hope was appearing.
“I’m sorry” she said, wiping her tears away “I’m just really happy”
“Wow! even witches have feelings, this really is a Christmas miracle” A voice spoke, coming into the room.
“Rhysand” Nesta said bitterly.
“Welcome home, dear sister-in-law”
This was the nature of her relationship with her sister´s husband. Only words turn into daggers in a war that had been going on ever since they were teenagers. There was a time they had managed to get along even if they didn’t like each other, but after things with Cassian didn’t work out and Nesta left, the war they had been fighting had gotten worse.
“Stop it, you two” Feyre interrupted. “It’s the holiday season and we are family and also I’m pregnant, so don’t make me angry because I will kick your asses”.
“Of course, Darling, I was just welcoming Nesta into our home, you know, the one she hasn’t bothered visiting since we got married.”
“You do know I’m a very busy career woman who didn’t have to depend on his father to be successful” Nesta clapped back.
The argument went on for a couple of minutes until a gorgeous woman entered the room. She was tall and slim. Could have perfectly been a model with her figure and long dark hair. Her green eyes popped up and her lips were plumped. Graciously, she introduced herself.
“Hi nice to meet you, I’m Tara”
“Nesta, a pleasure. Are you Rhysand´s secretary? we all know he needs help for everything to do a good job, good luck.”
“No actually” Elain interrupted carefully. “She´s…”
“Cassian´s girlfriend”. Rhysand said, grinning.
And as those words where muttered, Nesta´s hopes shattered. She thought that by coming back she would fix her problems and would stop being sad. The only time she had really been happy was the summer she had spent here with her sisters and with Cassian.
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After years of being exposed on television in a very famous reality tv show about a dance academy for little girls, Nesta´s mother had died, and she had to come back to her native city to be with her father and her younger sisters. That summer she had truly felt alive. She was finally free of her mothers’ claws and could be herself. Then she met Cassian and everything got better. Those nights they snoke out to the lake and would spend hours sitting there, talking and kissing. It was the best time. But after she realized he was just using her, she run away the minute she got the offer to be in another show.
She told herself it was just a stupid teenage fantasy and went on with her life. Continued to be on television and stopped dancing that much. She saw Cassian a couple of times after that, but she never had the courage to talk to him. And he didn’t approach her either. They both pretended it as if the other didn’t exist.
After her relationship with Thomas, and all the shit that went down, she started feeling lonely and begun thinking about that summer often. And when Fayre called, she thought maybe it was a sight of destiny to come back. That all her problems could be fix here with her sisters and maybe even Cassian.
She now realized she was an idiot.
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Staring at that beautiful woman, Nesta could clearly see the flaws in her plan. What was she thinking? That everything would go back to normal? For fucks sake, she wasn’t an eighteen-year-old anymore. Gods… why did she do this?
Happy holidays indeed.