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I am the rock against which the surf crashes. Nothing can break me.
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CHAPTER TEN—In Vino Veritas: A Nessian Story

Summary: Nesta Archeron is convinced she has everything she wants: a law degree from an ivy, a prestigious job, a gorgeous boyfriend, and excellent taste in wine. However, when she wanders into her local wine vendor and meets a handsome stranger unafraid to play her quick-witted games, she begins to wonder if the life she’s built is really the one she wants.

Cash Kahukore worked his entire adolescent life to become a sommelier, ignoring the slurs his mixed heritage have always earned him as he fought his way to the top. However, after five years abroad buying for Michelin star restaurants and dealing with rich white assholes, he’s grown bored with his life. When a gorgeous lawyer comes in to his uncle’s shop one afternoon, he immediately recognizes a worthy opponent in her. Undaunted by her sharp tongue and possessive boyfriend, he’s determined to be her friend, and—as time goes on and their circumstances change—possibly something more.

Check out the In Vino Masterlist HERE

This a prequel to Navy Suits and Chelsea Boots that takes place three years before. If you love Elriel (and don’t mind finding out how this story ends) check it now.

Chapter 10, Pt. 1: Dom Perignon

Though Nesta had spent the better part of a week attempting to rationalize the feeling away, by Friday afternoon she could no longer deny it: she was nervous.  

Ordinarily, meeting new people didn’t scare Nesta. Winning over strangers was literally part of her job, after all, and her record in court suggested she was rather good at getting strangers to trust her. Compared to some of the juries Nesta had faced, meeting one of her boyfriend’s best friends should—in theory—have been a cakewalk. 

Except that Rhysand Sadeghi was no ordinary stranger, and Nesta couldn’t deny that he had several distressingly valid reasons for not liking her. Cash had never given her any details about his weekend with Azriel and Rhys in Vegas and Nesta had never asked, in large part because she selfishly didn’t want to know what ungenerous things he may of said about her while under the influence of alcohol and the pain she’d caused him.

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The Red Queen and the Knight of the Skies

For three hundred years, humans had told her story.

Once upon a time, overrun by merciless darkness and magic, a plague upon the mortal world in the form of Hybern’s horde, the young Red Queen had saved her people. Fearless as she was beautiful, the woman who’d stolen away the most powerful artifact of the Dark Kings trove.

The Cauldron of Life itself, ancient and impossibly powerful, long twisted from what it once had been: a vessel to birth the world.

No matter how many versions passed down, from mother to daughter, from country to country, book to legend to song, parts of the story remained the same.

The constant, grinding, eternal war. The queen who loved and loved and loved- but loved her fierce and doomed country most of all.

Cleaved herself to the Cauldron, ripped life from it’s throat even as it stole her years away, bound them together as one.

The Red Queen could have gone to the dark, become the most lethal weapon in Hyberns great and terrible legions. But the Queen was no easy opponent. She knew her country would fall with the next dawn, reduced to ruin and ruble in a single wave.

And so they sang.

Her heart far from her body, clad in the gold of her ancestors and the warpaint of her sisters, the Red Queen fell from the sky.

Fell and fell, died and died.

And when she broke, the Cauldron itself did too. Reverberating across the land, one last gift from the burning heart of their Queen: her love would protect them. But those who wished harm- the Dark King’s great army, gathered on their shores, choking their land- died and died anew.

So they sang, for three centuries.

Cassian could count it more accurately: three hundred years, seven months, sixteen days.

All credit for this incredible concept goes to @wanderlustlastsforever with the prompt that started it all :)

@mindnumbmikey @therapeuticrambling @skychild29 @empress-ofbloodshed @sunsummoner

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But Nesta Archeron was not a being who needed things explained. “If she touches anyone in that house or on this land, I’ll cut off her hands.”   Cassian’s heart stopped.   “She wouldn’t,” He couldn’t, didn’t know how to explain. Five hundred years of history. To be used and use each other- to even begin to address that it was him and Mor and Azriel, always, wounds bleeding sluggish- and how could he ever, ever question how she staunched them?   “She’s my friend,” Cassian managed.   “And is she friends,” Elain asked, with a shocking nastiness, “With anyone else in the legions? Anyone else she outranks so thoroughly?”   Cassian swallowed. It wasn’t- it wasn’t like that.   “Human women,” Elain murmured, after what felt like an endless minute, “Gentry women are taught never to openly make a denial. It can be offense, you see? To someone of rank. To someone with power enough it will not matter if you are lucky enough to be backed by a brother or a father or a cousin.”   “Not to mention,” Nesta said, tightly, “Punished upon discovery.”   “She,” Cassian didn’t want to talk about this now, didn’t want to talk about this ever, wanted Nesta not to look at him with knowledge in her perfect, shattering eyes. “We were just kids.”   “And five hundred years later,” Nesta snarled, air abruptly leaden with ice, “What is the excuse?”

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And if I only could, I’d make a deal with god, and get him to swap our places. Be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that building. STRANGER THINGS | 4.04 “Dear Billy”

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Azriel & Nesta

I just want to take a moment to appreciate Az & Nesta’s friendship. 

~ Never talked bad about Nesta. Never talked down to her or yelled at her. 

~ The fact at solstice (ACOSF) Nesta understood why Azriel never went by the fire 

~ Also how Azriel understands Nesta. When she didn’t want to train illyria and she told him, Azriel looked at her and saw everything. Her “bruised heart”. 

~ the fact he was concerned when Nesta had bruises on her face after she fell on the stairs 

~ Not to mention he laughs at Nesta’s jokes (especially the ones directed at Cassian) “Azriel’s shoulders shook with silent laughter” and “Azriel now biting his lip to keep himself from laughing”

Like he doesn’t talk much or so emotion, but he laughed around Nesta. 

~ He also joined in to train the priestesses and the valkyries. The training was just to be for Nesta, but she expanded it (healing herself) and he agreed to join and train them 

~ Let’s be honest he was probably proud when she cut the ribbon and seeing how far she has come with training. Not to mention the fact he got to throw it in Devlon’s face when the valkyries passed the pre-bloodrite ritual (and the actual blood rite itself) 

~ they danced together 

~ finally the present he gave to her at solstice, in front of the entire inner circle. Cassian was afraid to do that for his mate….but Azriel he didn’t care. And he got her something he knows she would love. A reading light. And the hug between them in this scene in which she hugs him first and he hugs back smiling. One of my favorite parts in ACOSF. 

(please add more if you have any :D)

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I think this one came out best out of the crowned archeron sisters I did.

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People can hate Lorcan all they like, but at the end of the day he never punched Elide in the face or told her that she should be dead.

He never drugged Elide or forced her to give him lap dances or twisted a bone in her arm until she agreed to his bargain.

He never told Elide that everyone hated her or stood by while his family locked her in a house or let his family threaten to kill her or throw her in a dungeon or force her to hike.

Lorcan's not perfect, but he's definitely one of the best/unproblematic males SJM has ever written.

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Check Yes or No

It started way back in third grade...and Cassian will be forever grateful it did.

Warnings: More fluff. Again. Just pure fluff. I can't help it. I'm addicted. Try and stop me.

Word Count: 2,809 | Read on AO3

a/n: Based on the song 'Check Yes or No' by George Strait. If you don't know it, you can listen to it here on Spotify. However, be warned, this is classic Country music. I love it, but I know not everyone does. 😄

Also, the one image linked within is just so those that don't know what the playground piece is can get an idea. 🙂

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Let Our Hearts, Like Doors, Open Wide: Part Eleven 

A/N: So originally, this chapter was going to be longer and have smut in it, but it got long on me (it’s over 5,000 words!) and I want to switch back to Cassian’s POV so I’ve decided to split this chapter into two instead. I mean my original outline for this fic was literally 10 chapters, and look at it now, so what’s one more chapter? Lol. Anyways! Hope everyone enjoys :) 

Cassian 

It’s with a soft groan that Cassian drags himself back into the world of consciousness, shaking off the last tendrils of sleep’s grip on him. As he blinks open his eyes, Cassian is definitely regretting all those drinks last night, the sun starting to flood through the curtains and into his bedroom. Every bright streak is like a nail straight through his eye and into his dully pounding head. Cassian sighs and tries to roll over, scrubbing a hand down his face, but his other arm snags, a weight pinning it to the mattress. 

Suddenly, the events of last night come crashing back to Cassian, practically drowning him as they replay on a loop in his mind. His gaze snaps to the left to find Nesta still fast asleep, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. Cassian’s eyes track the golden brown hair splayed across the pillow, his gray shirt still clad on her body. The way the sun dances across her skin, spotlighting the freckles across her nose and cheeks. 

Fuck. 

Fuck fuck fuck. 

He promised himself this wouldn’t happen. He told himself he couldn’t have this. Mellie was always supposed to come first, not his own wants, his own feelings. That was the deal since the moment he held her in his arms in that hospital room. It didn’t matter that just seeing Nesta always has his heart fluttering. That he always wants to talk to her, spend time with her. That last night would forever be ingrained in his mind now. All that matters is Mellie. 

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If you’ve been following me for any length of time, I think my stance on Rhys post-ACOSF, specifically regarding how he treats Feyre and her pregnancy, is pretty established. But I want to take the time to unpack why it bothers me so much, and what SJM could have done to make this plotline work for me.

One of the main things about this plotline that doesn’t work for me is that Feyre is almost completely erased from it. When the dangerous pregnancy is first introduced (331), the only reaction to Rhys deciding not to tell Feyre about the full extent of it is Cassian’s stomach twisting. The conversation soon gets moved to the political implications of Feyre’s pregnancy. There’s no conversation about how horrible this is for Feyre, or the devastating impact this news might have on her, or whether she would prefer to know what she’s facing so she could make decisions about her own body or even help everyone find potential solutions. Instead, Cassian and Azriel are focused on what the situation means for Rhys’ emotional state and the Night Court in general. Of course, all of this is happening without her in the room.

To his credit, Cassian does tell Nesta about the situation right away, and, par for the course in this book, she’s the only person who, in my opinion, shows a reasonable reaction on page:

“Is Feyre distraught?” “She doesn’t know the full scope of it. But all of us who have grown up here know what it means for a High Fae female to bear a baby with wings.” Nesta willed herself to settle the fear leaching through her. “And Rhys needed to fight out his fear.” “Yes. Along with his guilt and pain.” “Perhaps another court has a healer who knows more than Madja. Maybe one with a winged people. The Dawn Court has the Peregryns – Drakon’s people are Seraphim. Miryam doesn’t have wings and yet she’s given birth to Drakon’s children.” (336)

Even though Nesta and Feyre have a rocky relationship at this point, Nesta immediately asks about Feyre’s feelings, calls out Rhys, and then gets focused on solutions. But again, we get more confirmation that literally everyone in Prythian (or at least the Night Court) knows the implications of Feyre’s pregnancy. Except for Feyre herself.

We get Rhys’ motives on this whole situation after it’s revealed that the quest for more information on a safe delivery has gone badly:

Azriel asked, “And Feyre still doesn’t know?” “No. She knows the labor will be difficult, but I haven’t told her yet that it might very well claim her life.” Rhys spoke into their minds, as if he couldn’t say it aloud, I haven’t told her that the nightmares that now send me lurching from sleep aren’t ones of the past, but of the future. Cassian squeezed Rhys’ shoulder. “Why won’t you tell her?” Rhys’ throat worked. “Because I can’t bring myself to give her that fear. To take away one bit of the joy in her eyes every time she puts a hand on her belly.” His voice shook. “It is fucking eating me alive, this terror. I keep myself busy, but… there is no one to bargain with for her life, no amount of wealth to buy it, nothing that I can do to save her.” (446-447)

Rhys gets this impassioned speech about his feelings – which, to be clear, does not excuse his withholding the information from Feyre, let alone conspiring with her friends and family and medical professional to keep that knowledge from her – but what do we get from Feyre, when she finally knows? This is what she tells Cassian, after she’s had time to process:

Cassian shook his head, though Feyre couldn’t see it. I’m sorry you had to learn of it. I’m not. I’m furious with all of you. I understand why you didn’t tell me, but I’m furious. Well, we’re furious with Nesta. She had the courage to tell me the truth. She told you the truth to hurt you. Perhaps. But she was the only one who said anything. (488)

So we find out that Feyre is furious, and we learn a few lines later that Rhys has apologized (though not for what, exactly, and to whom), and we see later in the scene that Feyre is ready to fight for her life and her baby’s. But we never see it. We actually never see her speak any of these words aloud, to Cassian or to Nesta or to Rhys. All of her admissions are mind-to-mind. On the page, at least, SJM literally takes away Feyre’s voice. Contrast that to the multiple scenes that Rhys gets to talk about his emotions, to explain what he’s thinking and what he’s doing, to find solace from his friends. And yet none of this is happening to Rhys’ body. It’s happening to Feyre.

Imagine if, at minimum, Rhys had had just that brief mind-to-mind confession, and it had been Feyre with all the speeches. Talking about how it felt to have died once to save Prythian, to fight so hard against Hybern, and then to find that, at the beginning of her happily-ever-after, she finds herself facing death. To feel that her body has betrayed her. And of course, how it felt to find that Rhys, her mate, had kept all of this knowledge from her. The betrayal and the hurt and the rage. Isn’t that so much more interesting than Rhys’ feelings? Why don’t we get to see it?

And listen, I know ACOSF is Nesta and Cassian’s book, and it would mess with the dual perspective structure, but imagine if we had gotten a scene, or a whole subplot, of Feyre just raging at Rhys for this horrible decision and its impact on her. If it wouldn’t have worked in the book itself, imagine if we’d gotten a novella (or an extended bonus scene!) of the harm it caused to their relationship and the work he did to heal it.

If it’s not going to happen in canon (and at this point, I don’t think it is), I legitimately want to write that fanfic, and I think it’s telling that whenever I mention it to anybody, no matter what their feelings are on Rhys, that’s the fanfic they wanted to read. Because I think we want to see Feyre and Rhys battle it out, deal with a terrible situation, and come out stronger. Because happily ever after doesn’t mean everyone involved is perfect all the time, but being in a great long-term relationship means working through heartbreak and difficult seasons and yes, even terrible decisions. And because, leaving aside what the readers want and going back to the story and the characters themselves, leaving out this moment of reckoning glosses over the harm that Rhys caused, and all but writes Feyre out of her own story.

To be clear, I actually don’t mind if Rhys does horrible things. He was introduced to us as a morally gray character and I think that’s part of what makes him interesting. But we never see Rhys held to account for his actions. Instead, the text treats him more like a romantic hero, focusing on his feelings and his motives, and the way they impact him.

Part of writing a successful morally gray character is holding them to account, and part of writing strong women is showing their full emotional arcs. In the pregnancy plotline in ACOSF, SJM fails to do both. She makes Rhys a bigger villain than I think she ever intended. She makes Feyre regress from the powerful, capable High Lady who used her magic and her voice to great effect. And she makes it really difficult to believe in Feysand, the central couple of her series, without a lot of justification and mental gymnastics.

Finally, it’s impossible to talk about the pregnancy plotline in ACOSF without acknowledging that this is essentially an abortion plot done badly. I’m a woman living in the United States, and so a man taking away a woman’s bodily autonomy and power to choose during her pregnancy is tough to look past, especially at the current moment, and particularly when it’s glossed over by the book. While Feyre likely would not have wanted to end her pregnancy based on what we see on the page, her choices are taken from her by the people who should care from her most. This aspect of the plotline badly needed to be dealt with head-on, and I think it’s going to age poorly in the years to come. 

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The Viscount Who Loved Me

An ACOTAR fanfic, inspired by the first two seasons of Bridgerton.

Ships:  Feyre x Rhysand Nesta x Cassian Elain x Azriel x Gwyn 

Summary: As the season begins, a new Diamond is named. She catches the eye of a prince whose feelings remain unrequited. However, the man who catches the eye of the Diamond remains off the market, refusing to get married as a jab to his late father.  Meanwhile, the Diamond of the Season’s sisters have found themselves in a bit of a quandary. The elder is pushing the younger to get married to help her move on from the horrid disaster that happened last season, but in the process, the elder catches the eye of the younger’s match, even though she is considered to be an old maid and far past her time to be wed at the age of six and twenty. As they say, all is fair in love and war. 

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A Court of Silver Flames was mind-blowing with the Nessian serve but you know what served Nessian even better?

A Court of Wings and Ruin.

  • The unmistakable tension between Cassian and Nesta after she was made Fae where he feels guilty for not being able to keep up his end of the promise he made to her and Nesta refusing herself to relieve Cassian of that guilt because she didn't understand why she felt so strongly for the General of the Night Court's army.

Then there's the constant attraction between them very evident in multiple scenes like:

  • Every time they have bantered and he's called her out on the kinds of books she had started reading.
  • When Cassian reaches the library during the ambush by the twin ravens and goes blind with rage when he finds Nesta trembling in fear, begging him to save Feyre.
  • When he returns in time for the High-Lord meeting after the Summer Court attack and approaches her where she almost lets it slip that he didn't visit her to which he smiles and - deep breaths everyone - squeezes her hand, ignoring Mor who was waiting to winnow both of them to the Day Court.
  • Every single time he's called her Nes. Um, username alert, hello pheromones overdrive.
  • When she senses something is amiss after the High-Lord meeting and worries they won't believe her but Cassian goes on a safety patrol with Az anyway.
  • When she sees him on the battefield between thousands of enemies, completely transfixed by the warrior she's seeing for the very first time.
  • PERSONAL FAVORITE: When she knows he's injured underneath his armor just by looking at him.
AND THEN SHE BANDAGES HIS ARM ASHSHSHSHSH GODS. THE SEXUAL TENSION OF THAT SCENE IS PALPABLE
  • When she saves him by screaming his name and bringing him away from harm.
  • When Cassian volunteers to help trap the King of Hybern with her.
  • When he pleads her to go save herself but she refuses.
  • WHEN SHE COVERED HER BODY WITH HIS. The entire "If we go, we go together" BROUGHT WATERWORKS.
  • Don't even get me started on -
"I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”
  • FIRST KISS HELLO???

I LOVE MY FEYSAND BABIES BUT NESSIAN STOLE THE SHOW FOR ME IN ACOWAR❤️‍🔥

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Nessian & The 5 Love Languages

Words of Affirmation:
  • Cassian nuzzled into her hand, closing his eyes. “I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he whispered into her palm. “Just don’t lock me out. You want to walk in silence for a week, I’m fine with that. So long as you talk to me at the end of it.”
  • Nesta didn’t, couldn’t, move as Cassian leaned to whisper in her ear, “The first time I saw that look on your face, you were still human. Still human, and I nearly went to my knees before you.”
  • “Your power is a song, and one I’ve waited a very, very long time to hear, Nesta.”
Physical Touch:
  • Cassian casually slid Nesta behind him, his fingers snagging in the skirts of her black gown. As if to reassure himself that she wasn’t in Amren’s direct path. Nesta only rose onto her toes to peer over his shoulder.
  • She tucked the Harp into her side and couldn’t stop the hand she lifted to his cheek. “I’m fine.” He pressed a kiss into the heart of her palm. “I don’t know why I doubted you.”
  • So Nesta braced her hands on the arms of his chair as she brushed a kiss to his neck. Cassian’s breath caught. But she pressed another kiss to the soft, warm skin of his neck, just beneath his ear.
Receiving Gifts:
  • Cassian’s fingertips dug into the soft wood of the small box. He was grateful the streets were empty when he hurled that box into the Sidra. Hurled it hard enough that the splash echoed off the buildings flanking the river, ice cracking from the impact.
Quality Time:
  • “I have nothing to hide with you. I want them to know we share a bed.” He kissed her temple, tucking her into his side as they walked through the bustling city.
  • Nesta could hardly remember words. But she found them when she whispered into the darkness, “Stay with me.” A shudder rocked through him, but he only smiled as he tucked her into his side. And warm and safe and home at last in Cassian’s arms, Nesta slept.
Acts of Service:
  • “I don’t need an escort to my room.” No matter that his rooms were that way, too. “I know how to get there.” He threw a smirk over a muscled shoulder and strode down the stairs anyway. “I just want to make sure you arrive in one piece before I settle in.”
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Stay - Pt. 2

Later that night, after tending to the wounded, Nesta finds herself going to check on Cassian and his wrist. Or, at least, that's what she tells herself.

Warnings: It gets soft. | Word Count: 3,667 | Nessian Masterlist

a/n: Well, I wasn't going to update so soon, but people got me on a bit of a Mor rampage, and this is how I calm myself.

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Let Our Hearts, Like Doors, Open Wide: Part Ten

A/N: listen, I know what you’re thinking: “but Caty, you promised us fluff” and it is still coming, but we have to get through the angsty aftermath of the previous chapter, okay? And besides! This angst ends with smut so like are we not still winning? But seriously. This chapter very much has the NSFW warning. It has smut, it has praise kink. I don’t know where it came from within me but I do know I need to bathe in holy water after writing it. Anyways! Hope everyone enjoys :)

Cassian 

“Tomorrow morning, Mrs Girard will walk you back home, okay?” 

“Okay, Papa.” 

“But if you need anything before then, or if you want to come home early, all you have to do is ask Mrs Girard to call me, okay?” 

“I said okay, Papa,” Mellie huffs quietly. 

Cassian can sense her frustration starting to grow at his pestering, his worrying, but he keeps his hands on her forearms where he’s crouched down at her height, holding her there. Mellie’s gaze turns longingly down the hall to her right where the sounds of little girls laughing and playing can be heard. When she turns back to Cassian, an annoyed pout has taken over her face. 

“Alright alright,” Cassian concedes, leaning forward and stealing a kiss to Mellie’s cheek. “Now go have fun.” 

“The other girls are in the basement,” Susan Girard explains with a soft smile toward Mellie. 

Mellie tucks her sleeping bag under her arm, offers Cassian one last look, and then she’s sprinting down the hall, her backpack knocking against her with every step. Cassian watches her go until she vanishes around the corner before standing up. 

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Open Invitation

Nessian OS— canon

A/N: This Nessian one-shot wouldn’t leave me alone and effectively blocked my progress on any of my other WIPs, so I gave in and followed the inspiration. 

This is set in canon, during the war but prior to the final battle with Hybern. It’s full of Nessian longing/ pining, so enjoy 😅

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Her bones ached.

The night’s cool air added to the discomfort, another meager annoyance that had the potential to break them all.

The cries of battle had been fierce and electrifying. Too quickly they had given way to cries of pain; anguish both physical and emotional. Nesta wondered how many Illyrian soldiers had lost family during the day’s fight; biological or found. She hadn’t allowed herself much time to dwell on it. Injuries were plentiful in various degrees of severity, and she was running ragged already trying to keep up.

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