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All pairings for acotar and tog are welcome! How long it takes to get them out is variable at best, but I do try my best to get to all of them.
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A/N: I’m still keeping track of all my tag lists and will continue to add them to the end of my fics. However, Tumblr can be a fickle little thing, so I decided to use specific hashtags in case anyone wants to use them to find my posts! The tags I’m using for each post will be ‘#twsd writes’ and ‘#twsd fics’.
seriously 😭
hello! i hope you're doing well and i just wanted to say that i love all of your work! you have such a beautiful way with words and insane talent <333
i was also wondering whether you'd be up for writing something torturously heartbreaking for nessian??? i know it would never happen bc they're obsessed with each other and there would never be anyone else but i think a cheating thing would be interesting to read 😭 like if cassian cheats? or then (although they are going to live ETERNALLY TOGETHER), maybe something where one of them dies? like cassian's reaction to nesta's death or vice versa?
much love to you!!! 🩷🩷🩷
This is so so kind, thank you so much!
I will be the first to admit: I am a huge wimp. A big baby. I cannot handle too much angst or sadness in books, fics, any media, frankly. At this time, I don’t see myself writing anything angsty or toxic for any couple, unless there was some massive twist or misunderstanding involved.
BUT I fully understand most people don’t feel the same as me and want those angsty, toxic feels. I asked some of my Nessian friends for fic recs and this is what they gave me!
Can’t Help It by @moodymelanist. Honestly, her entire Nessian catalog is impressive and wonderful so here’s her entire Nessian masterlist. Also worth mentioning Paint It Red, especially if you’re in the mood for major character death.
Daughterofthesea on AO3 has some soft and angsty fics.
Also on AO3, theteaqueen is also very good for Nessian angst
Wonderland by @c-e-d-dreamer in which Nesta breaks the mating bond with Cassian
Somewhere by @thewayshedreamed for an ongoing toxic Modern AU
Finally, It Looks as Though You’re Letting Go by @xtaketwox. An ongoing soulmates AU fic tagged as “you’re going to suffer but you’re going to be happy about it” on AO3.
If I missed anyone or anyone else has fic recommendations or wants to shout out their own works, please feel free to comment and reblog!
Aw! Thank you for the tag, @labellefleur-sauvage! Smiling ear to ear because I opened this while working on Somewhere. And because I’m always humbled to be mentioned in such talented company.
Anon, come say hi! ♥️
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She stood tall on her tiptoes, scanning every face. No luck, at least, not until a small group of passengers descended on the escalators and inch by glorious inch of Cassian came into view.
Her chest was heavy— almost full to bursting. Cassian was preoccupied with making sure his carry-on didn’t tumble down the steps and into his neighbors, and Nesta forced herself to be satisfied with his safe arrival for the time being rather than annoyed that she wasn’t yet pressed against him. He’d dressed for comfortable travel— t-shirt, hair half-up, and a pair of black joggers— and while she understood they were meant for Cassian’s physical comfort, she couldn’t help that he looked like the perfect, safe place to land at the end of any long day.
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Who’s ready for a reunion? 😏
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a/n: How has it been this long since I've updated? 😅 I've missed these two a ton lately, and I'm excited to finally share their next chapter! I'm also excited because I've been looking forward to the NEXT chapter for quite some time, and the inspiration for that one has been extra high lately 👀👀
If you want to re-read to get a refresher or need to catch up, I put the link below!
Cassian welcomes us back for this update! Hope y'all enjoy!
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Hanging out with Feyre was long overdue, and despite the exhaustion settling into Cassian’s bones, he was looking forward to it. She always made tea the way he liked it— something they had in common— and after such a long day, he could use a cup to help keep his eyes open until a proper bedtime.
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a/n: How has it been this long since I've updated? 😅 I've missed these two a ton lately, and I'm excited to finally share their next chapter! I'm also excited because I've been looking forward to the NEXT chapter for quite some time, and the inspiration for that one has been extra high lately 👀👀
If you want to re-read to get a refresher or need to catch up, I put the link below!
Cassian welcomes us back for this update! Hope y'all enjoy!
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Hanging out with Feyre was long overdue, and despite the exhaustion settling into Cassian’s bones, he was looking forward to it. She always made tea the way he liked it— something they had in common— and after such a long day, he could use a cup to help keep his eyes open until a proper bedtime.
Actual footage of me every time this fic gets updated and I get to read about MY BABIES again
Reading Cassian pov is always such a treat especially when 99% of his thoughts revolve around Nesta (as it should be) ❤️
Can’t wait for the next chapter EHEHHEHE 🤭🤭🤭🤭
I’m glad you like reading Cassian POV because I absolutely love writing it ♥️
I’m extra excited about the next one. May fuck around and share a snippet 🤷🏼♀️
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a/n: How has it been this long since I've updated? 😅 I've missed these two a ton lately, and I'm excited to finally share their next chapter! I'm also excited because I've been looking forward to the NEXT chapter for quite some time, and the inspiration for that one has been extra high lately 👀👀
If you want to re-read to get a refresher or need to catch up, I put the link below!
Cassian welcomes us back for this update! Hope y'all enjoy!
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Hanging out with Feyre was long overdue, and despite the exhaustion settling into Cassian’s bones, he was looking forward to it. She always made tea the way he liked it— something they had in common— and after such a long day, he could use a cup to help keep his eyes open until a proper bedtime.
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a/n: How has it been this long since I've updated? 😅 I've missed these two a ton lately, and I'm excited to finally share their next chapter! I'm also excited because I've been looking forward to the NEXT chapter for quite some time, and the inspiration for that one has been extra high lately 👀👀
If you want to re-read to get a refresher or need to catch up, I put the link below!
Cassian welcomes us back for this update! Hope y'all enjoy!
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Hanging out with Feyre was long overdue, and despite the exhaustion settling into Cassian’s bones, he was looking forward to it. She always made tea the way he liked it— something they had in common— and after such a long day, he could use a cup to help keep his eyes open until a proper bedtime.
Chapter 22, Cassian POV (~4.7k)
The door was unlocked when he approached the house, and Cassian chuckled at how his brother would no doubt react to that small fact. Nevermind that Feyre did it with Cassian in mind. His overprotective little brother was likely to have a heart attack if he knew she was so flippant with her safety while he was out of town on business. The secret was safe with Cassian, if only to spare Feyre the mild lecture for the millionth time. - what happened to ringing the doorbell? Feyre what if it was a serial killer instead of Cassian
“You’ll get it,” he assured her. “You always do.” A small smile stretched across her face, and his chest felt a little lighter than before. The joke rolled off his tongue before he could think better of it. “Worst case, I’ll model for you.” - nesta would spend a good deal of money to buy those, I’m sure
They laughed together before turning their focus back to their tea. Cassian took the opportunity to snack on a small scone, which he was pretty sure was meant for children by the looks of it. He said as much, and Feyre rolled her eyes. It was an expression so like Nesta that longing threatened to choke him. - thanks for the reminder, I’ll go cry now
A smirk tugged at the edge of Cassian’s mouth. “It’s not tragic, and if I’m honest, I deserve it.” - you damn right do
Silence fell. Hurt flashed over Feyre’s face, her blue eyes round, and Cassian hated himself for hurting her. Defending Nesta wasn’t something he could apologize for, though. - as you should Cassian, you’re 100% right
“That’s not what I meant.” Her voice was brittle, soft. “Nesta is practical, and she would understand the value of advancing your career in these early stages of your relationship. She won’t expect you to uproot your routine— your life— simply because you decided to work things out together.” - Feyre’s got a point
Cassian cleared his throat. “Nesta isn’t in a place to come back to Velaris, at least not right now. Before Helion talked to me about this job, I’d already told Nesta I would move. To give us a fair shot.”
Feyre’s eyes flared in surprise, but she blinked it away. “And you think it’s too soon.”
“Isn’t it?”
Her laugh was affectionate. “Cass, you and Nesta are already years in the making.” - YES THEY WERE ALWAYS DESTINED TO END UP TOGETHER
The truth of it hit him full force. He spent so much time preparing for war in Nesta’s honor that he failed to see how his own insecurities sold her short. It was hardly fair to assume the worst in her when he expected the opposite from anyone else. It hadn’t been intentional, but the way his hang-ups exerted influence over his assumptions exposed some lingering scar tissue stretched across his ego. - the way both of them came such a long way. Look at my boy self reflecting
“Part of me wanted to be relieved when you split up, but you were both miserable,” she continued, another punch to the stomach. “After watching the two of you claw your ways back to yourselves over the last couple of years, it was hard to settle into the idea that things would all snap into place now.” - they’re the definition of right person wrong time, but now the time is righting itself *sobs*
“So, you two have tried getting back together before?”
A huff of wry amusement left him before he could stop it. “I wouldn’t say that.” - not the cliche of “it’s complicated” but it really is 😭
His tone shifted, suddenly thick with emotion that was a surprise to him as much as Feyre. “I’ve loved Nesta since the night we spent in that cabin. Years ago, now,” he rasped. Feyre’s eyes softened, and she reached across the table for his hand. He let her take it. “Nothing’s been the same since.” - she was always the one for him 😭🫶🏻
Anyone who knew him well knew something chaotic and unyielding had always brewed beneath the surface of his self-control— that most of his conscious effort went toward burning off the constant unsteadiness in his veins. All to avoid a host of bad decisions along the path of shameless self-destruction. The way he carried the weight of his family members’ happiness on his shoulders, the energy he brought to his job and making himself indispensable. Making decisions for others, especially ones that protected them, had never been a challenge for Cassian, as he loved nothing more than to take care of anyone who needed it. The challenge had always been in making decisions that served him when it all came down to it, and he’d never been able to do that without the threat of impact to someone else. Not even that had been enough to keep him away from Nesta over the years, no matter the fallout. - Cassian would also benefit from seeing a therapist. If only to deal with his idea that he is not deserving of being selfish, because he cares too much for others and too little about his own happiness
“It makes sense, you know,” she said, her voice hushed. “No one loves like you do, Cassian.” A lump formed in his throat, and he offered her a nod in thanks. He didn’t trust the emotions that would come spilling out if he deigned to open his mouth. “And I don’t think anyone feels quite like Nesta, either.” - SOULMATES THEY ARE SOULMATES YOUR HONOUR
All good things, he thought, if the individuals in question were healthy and settled. A disaster, if they weren’t. The path his thoughts had taken only moments before indicated that he was a long way from perfect, but Cassian realized with such a small revelation that he and Nesta weren’t damned to everything they’d been through before. Not when they’d both done the work on themselves, albeit incomplete. The game changer was in the choice, and the commitment to that growth and each other. - YEEES WE LOVE TO SEE GROWTH
To Feyre’s credit, Nesta had been entirely receptive to Cassian’s perceived dilemma. He’d decided to rip off the proverbial bandaid that very evening, and if he was thankful for anything, it was the fact that he’d opted to untangle his thoughts with his sister-in-law before he’d made the potential mistake of word-vomiting all over Nesta.
He had carefully laid out his pros and cons of taking the promotion— making sure to include the items pertaining to life overall, as well as the implications for their future. Nesta was patient and had pointed out several additional considerations he’d yet to think of, and as it turned out, the two of them made a pretty solid team when they got out of their own way enough to work together through life’s hurdles. - COMMUNICATION THE MAGIC WORD IS COMMUNICATION
It had been a particularly sobering realization, since Cassian’s usual method involved trying to control for every possible angle, but Nesta had gotten them straight to the heart of the matter. A former version of himself itched to take her position personally, to assume that her bluntness was some kind of directly proportional measure of how little she cared to have him closer. Still a work in progress, but Cassian was pleased that silencing that maladaptive voice in his head got easier every time he did it, and life was offering him plenty of practice. - look at my boy, all grown up trying to be rational and conquer his feelings
Cassian paused to throw his shirt into the laundry basket and traded his pants for some athletic shorts. With little grace, he threw himself onto his bed, his face buried in his pillow. - I’m sorry, I know this is supposed to be a very serious scene from the likes of it, but I’m picturing Cassian and being a whore and drooling
“I am,” she insisted, her voice adamant. “I really am… I just…” Cassian let her words linger, afraid that if he made any sudden moves that Nesta may refrain from elaborating. “Some days it feels like I’ve been stuck in place for months while the rest of the world kept moving all around me.” - oh nesta dear *sobs*
“Nothing to be sorry for.” A forced casualness floated along her words, and he hated them for the mask they were. A deep breath in, a deep breath out, and then, “Nothing is set in stone as of now, but it would mean a relocation for Claire. And honestly, I’m not ready to face that yet… the possibility of being here alone all over again.” - this was uncalled for Daniela, fuck off
Cassian nearly choked on a curse. The thought of Nesta feeling like it was her alone against the world made his chest ache with the need to pull her against him. To press a kiss to her temple and remind her who she was— that, despite being perfectly capable on her own to handle anything life threw her way, she was never fighting alone as long as Cassian was alive. - I AM SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING DANI HOW DARE YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS
“Three more sleeps until I see you.” - THIS IS SO CUTE OMG
Nesta was quiet, and Cassian pictured the way her teeth sank into her lower lip when she fought a smile. Then, because he felt indulgent, he thought of the way he would trace her mouth with his thumb, how her eyes went round when he tipped her chin up. - the good thing about long distance is all the cuddling and horny times when they reunite later
Nesta hummed her understanding. “Well, if our schedules line up, I’ll keep you busy while you wait for the machine to finish.” - UAHSUSUDUD HORNY NESTA
The lazy drawl of his words was courtesy of the many images her promise inspired. “I like the way your brain works, Sweetheart.” - love how you gave us angst and then BAM! cuteness and horny. All is forgiven dani 🫶🏻
I’m so so happy you updated, I’m obsessed with this fic of yours and I missed nessian so much, this was the best notification to wake up to 😭💜
I cannot wait to read what you have in mind for the next chapter, but for now I leave you with some memes
Babi 😭😭
I’ll never pretend to deserve you.
The review? Beautiful.
Meme game? Immaculate.
My love? All for you.
I hear from a little birdy that @c-e-d-dreamer put this together 💕 thanks, babe! This was fun!
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a/n: How has it been this long since I've updated? 😅 I've missed these two a ton lately, and I'm excited to finally share their next chapter! I'm also excited because I've been looking forward to the NEXT chapter for quite some time, and the inspiration for that one has been extra high lately 👀👀
If you want to re-read to get a refresher or need to catch up, I put the link below!
Cassian welcomes us back for this update! Hope y'all enjoy!
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Hanging out with Feyre was long overdue, and despite the exhaustion settling into Cassian’s bones, he was looking forward to it. She always made tea the way he liked it— something they had in common— and after such a long day, he could use a cup to help keep his eyes open until a proper bedtime.
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a/n: How has it been this long since I've updated? 😅 I've missed these two a ton lately, and I'm excited to finally share their next chapter! I'm also excited because I've been looking forward to the NEXT chapter for quite some time, and the inspiration for that one has been extra high lately 👀👀
If you want to re-read to get a refresher or need to catch up, I put the link below!
Cassian welcomes us back for this update! Hope y'all enjoy!
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Hanging out with Feyre was long overdue, and despite the exhaustion settling into Cassian’s bones, he was looking forward to it. She always made tea the way he liked it— something they had in common— and after such a long day, he could use a cup to help keep his eyes open until a proper bedtime.
Chapter 22, Cassian POV (~4.7k)
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a/n: How has it been this long since I've updated? 😅 I've missed these two a ton lately, and I'm excited to finally share their next chapter! I'm also excited because I've been looking forward to the NEXT chapter for quite some time, and the inspiration for that one has been extra high lately 👀👀
If you want to re-read to get a refresher or need to catch up, I put the link below!
Cassian welcomes us back for this update! Hope y'all enjoy!
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Hanging out with Feyre was long overdue, and despite the exhaustion settling into Cassian’s bones, he was looking forward to it. She always made tea the way he liked it— something they had in common— and after such a long day, he could use a cup to help keep his eyes open until a proper bedtime.
A/N: Hi guys, long time no see!
I just want to thank everyone for all the lovely comments you left me during this really long break I took. I really appreciated them, even though I didn't respond. You guys were the reason I carried on writing.
After I posted the last chapter, my grandad got really ill, and he passed away at the beginning of this year, so I've been super absent because as you can imagine, taking care of my grandad, and then dealing with his sickness and then death took it out of me. I'm doing a lot better now though, but writing isn't coming to me as easily as it was before.
I felt like since I finally finished writing and editing this chapter, everyone deserved it, but I have no idea when the next chapter will be. I promise I'm still writing this fic, I'm just taking a long time to write the chapters.
With that being said, please remember that this fic is angsty. There are no trigger warnings I can think of for this chapter, but if people think of any that need to be added, please let me know!
Word count: 7282
Cassian had never been the kind of man to live in excess. He enjoyed his wine and whiskey as much as the next person, but he rarely got drunk. Frankly, he found the effects on his health the morning after far too much for a man of his age. This night, however, was making Cassian wish he could work his way up to a drunken stupor because the after-effects of that would be more enjoyable than this night.
It hadn’t all been bad though. He had felt fairly good at the beginning of the ball and eventually had felt a level of joy he hadn’t known was possible when he had danced with his wife. The dance had given him hope that perhaps they could grow to have a more ‘normal’ relationship as husband and wife one day. One where they could grow to care for one another, and where they could depend on each other. They could become a husband and wife partnership that his parents had never had. Cassian had felt the chemistry with his wife, and he had wanted more. But hope was for fools, and he was the biggest fool of them all.
The way I have missed this fic 😭♥️
Such a treat to see this is my notifications!
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My HEART
Hahahahaha Love a man who's completely secure about his big foot erotica! Charlie Lastra you have totally won me over with this reply
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Heart Anon! Hi! I love you 😘
Cassian pov
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Feyre observed him, her shoulders rounding toward him as if compelled to pull him into a hug. “Cass,” she murmured, “you have to talk to her.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” he joked, leaning back in his chair. He felt raw after such a display of vulnerability, and he craved the levity he was known to bring to any situation. “I don’t want the pressure to freak her out.”
“It’s a risk you take. But she’s the only person who is in this with you and whose opinion really matters. If you’re both committed to this, a simple conversation shouldn’t derail everything. If it does, that’s another issue. I’m not saying it’ll be fun, but it’s necessary.”
Cassian groaned, dragging his hands over his stubbled cheeks. “I know that. You’re supposed to lie to me.”
Feyre’s head dropped back as she laughed, and it was so contagious that it managed to drag a chuckle from beneath the weight of Cassian’s ribs.
“You know,” Feyre said, her tone soft, “as quick as you are to defend Nesta, maybe it’s worth giving her a little more credit yourself.”
