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I'm JUST saying.

Cassian and Azriel are so damn lucky that they're gorgeous males and their mates (Yes, I consider Gwyn Az's mate) are heterosexual females.

Gwyn and Nes would be ALL over each other if it wasn't for for Cass and Az's wingspans.

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Another Cassian quote, another ven diagram.

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Cassian when he saw Elain in a Night court Black dress:

Cassian when he saw Elain nod nervously at Azriel:

Cassian when he saw the longing and pain in Luciens face in regards to Elain:

Cassian anytime Elain claims to be apart of the court:

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“You should have ruined me when you had the chance.” {Nessian Angst/Smut, Tag Team}

A/N: You all knew we’d be hitting you with the smut soon enough. And you knew exactly who it’d be. Tag team with the always amazing @tacmc​. It feels good to be back. :)

Warning: Rated M.

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Secondhand Fear

Nessian, 1.2 K, Rated T

A/N: Since there isn’t already enough of this trope…Cassian has a nightmare, and Nesta helps. I wanted to have a little fun with canon ACOWAR because I feel like there was probs some Nessian action going on behind the scenes. 

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Nesta bolted out of bed, clutching her stomach. Her head swam and throbbed with pain. Her vision clouded with bodies among bodies among bodies. The scent of fresh corpses invaded her nose as she stood up, trying to get out, away from the pain coursing through her body. Her feet collided with something, and she almost vomited for it struck a decapitated head. Trying to escape, she ran into something, something cold. Gently, she rested her head against the cool surface, breathing deeply.

Her eyes snapped open.

Nesta’s head lay against the fabric of her tent, chilled from the outside, and those visions were not hers. She knew whose they were. She knew she shouldn’t. Not now. But a violent wave of nausea coursed through her again, and she immediately left her tent. Her mind was blank as she sprinted through the camp, letting something deep inside lead her. The pain and the sickness were unbearable.

She didn’t bother to announce herself, didn’t bother to double check. Instead, she hurtled herself inside.

Cassian’s head was pressed deep into his pillow, and his back arched sharply. He was shirtless revealing how taught his back was strung. Nesta almost fell over as his wings pulled impossibly close to his body and violent pain coursed through her. He released a small whimper.

“Cassian?” Nesta asked very quietly.

His breathing grew louder and more irregular.

Nesta tentatively took a step towards him. “Cassian.”

He remained unresponsive, but his legs started to move rapidly. Nesta moved the final steps sat on the bed, touching his shoulder slightly.

“Cassian, wake up. It’s a nightmare.”

His back arched more, and Nesta’s mind flooded with visions of blood dripping down a sword and carnage everywhere. Guilt racked through her body. Horrible guilt that threatened to suffocate her. Every body there was her fault. Every one who was dead was her fault. Nesta wanted to cry herself before remembering the visions weren’t hers.

She laid herself on top of Cassian, pulling hard on something deep inside her. Cassian awoke with a gasp, throwing Nesta off him. In the dark, he fumbled around, and Nesta could feel he was about to puke. Frantically, she searched for a bucket, and she tossed it at him. Cassian barely caught it before he began to throw up.

Nesta made her way to him and rubbed gentle circles on his back. He didn’t vomit for long, but he lingered there. It looked wrong. The strongest, greatest Illyrian warrior alive, Commander of the Night Court, and the Lord of Bloodshed curved in on himself like a small child. The position was so fragile that Nesta felt like an intruder. This was not who Cassian wanted anyone to see, let alone Nesta. Despite all that though, she stayed.

He swallowed once, wincing at whatever foul taste filled his mouth. “Thank you.”

Nesta nodded, continuing the circles as she stared at his back. “Yeah.”

He turned slightly to look at her, and her hand stopped. The intensity of his eyes almost broke her, made her believe that he saw why she had come. “You can leave if you want.” Hurt laced through her harder than anything that she felt from his nightmare.

“Not like that,” he said quietly, “Never like that. If you don’t want people to know, you can leave.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

Slowly, he turned to face her fully. His eyes dragged over her, weighing extra long on her night dress and bare feet. “Did you even think before you came here?”


Nesta growled, “Answer my question first.”

“I don’t want to be alone.” He whispered, voice breaking on the last word.

She studied him, noting his still defeated posture. The silver lining his eyes and knew that he meant it. Knew that he wanted to be with her.

“Then, no,” She said. “I didn’t think about it at all. It was terrible. I saw mos—I felt it. I felt all of it.”

Cassian’s gaze grew distant, looking out towards where the battlefields were. “I’m sorry.”

Damn her for it, but she couldn’t help herself as she grabbed him under the chin and turned his head towards her. “Don’t apologize. Ever.” She said. He nodded. “It’s horrible out there, but you have to be strong. For them. But in here, away from all that, you can feel it. You’re safe.” with me was what she didn’t add.

His head nuzzled into her shoulder, and Nesta wove her fingers through his hair.  

“It used to be worse,” Cassian murmured, “At least, I slept tonight. In the last war, I used to lie awake, waiting for the next morning, the next battle. I hated it. I still hate it. I hate the killing and the death. It doesn’t matter that they serve a twisted King. They have families. People who will miss them. Just because I’ve been on the winning side makes I’m a hero. I’m here to butcher and I’m good at it and I hate it.”

Nesta stood abruptly, pulling Cassian with her. She took the two steps towards the bed and crawled across it. Cassian’s brow furrowed as she lie there, and fear clanged through her that she had misinterpreted what he needed.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, rising. “I shouldn’t hav—“

“No, please.”

Nesta watched him climb into bed, and they stayed on their sides watching each other.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Nesta said after a while, “that the Lord of Bloodshed has a heart.”

He smiled at her sadly. “I’m afraid our friends already know.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and moved to her back, staring at the peak of his tent. When she turned her gaze back towards Cassian, he was looking back at her. “What?” She asked.

“How much did you feel?”

Maybe it was his brutal honesty from earlier, but Nesta told him everything.

“I saw what you saw. All of it. I felt the nausea, believing it my own. I felt the headaches. I felt your guilt. Do you still feel that? Now that you’re awake?”

Cassian studied her for a moment, and Nesta rolled towards him. They shared breaths, and his eyes were maybe three inches from her own. He nodded ever so slightly, and Nesta’s heart broke then. She didn’t care that she was supposed to hate him or that he would never be hers. All she knew was that the weight he felt was crippling, and she snuggled closer to him as he rolled on his back.

She laid her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his middle.

“You are good. You are whole,” she whispered as his arm cocooned around her body, “You’ve done bad things, but you are more than that. You deserve more than that.”

Cassian didn’t say anything, but he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Nesta felt his gratitude as they both fell into a deep slumber.

She woke up early the next morning to her shoulder being shaken.

“Last chance, Sweetheart,” Cassian’s deep voice rumbled, “No one’s up yet. You can leave without any consequences.”

Nesta wished it wasn’t like this. That she didn’t feel the strong necessity to leave him here. But she didn’t look back as she walked her way back across camp in just her nightgown.

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eric + sara

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“I’ve never taken it off.”

Eric & Sara in The Huntsman: Winter’s War (2016)

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Eric & Sara + Kisses

Jessica Chastain & Chris Hemsworth in The Huntsman: Winters War (2016)

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love does not make you weak. it was all that ever gave you strength.

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At Last

Summary: Nesta finally decides to visit Cassian after the war, where they have a short chat about what they went through.

A/N: This is kind of short but when I asked which ship you guys wanted the majority voted on Nessian! I hope you all enjoy; I had fun writing this ❤︎

Nesta tucked her knees against her chest and stared out her bedroom window as if it would cause Cassian’s screaming to stop. She cursed her Fae hearing as he released another sharp yelp of pain from down the hall, and bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

It had been a few days since they had all returned from the final battle against Hybern, and while everyone still had mental and physical wounds, Cassian’s were by far the worst. His ribs had begun hurting a few hours after they had returned, and the next day he couldn’t even get out of bed because of the pain. On top of that, his wings were still crooked in places because of the broken bone, and, according to what she overheard Madja say, wings took longer to heal than any other part of the body.

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Thank you!

Dinbo week has concluded and I want to thank everyone for putting in the hard work to create all the beautiful content for this week. I am still catching up on fanfic! I will still reblog any late submissions for the next week. Just tag #dinboweek2024 so I see your work.

I want to give a special shout out to the Dinbo Discord for helping me brainstorm many of the ideas and prompts for this week. Thank you for your help and encouragement to organize this week.

It's still surreal how many of us went into season 3 convinced Din and Bo-Katan would be adversaries only for them to become great friends, found family, and now shipped together. The online discourse surrounding Dinbo can be frustrating but the positivity is louder.

Thank you again for all your hard work this week. Dinbo week is going to be an annual event every March so be on the lookout!

Here is a link to the fanfiction collections.

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George and Bertha have one of those marriages where they don’t share each other’s ambitions, but they entirely support each other’s ambitions. And it is George’s wish that his wife should get what she wants, whether he cares about it or not: [H]e knows how important it is for his wife, and he believes that part of his loyalty is to get for her what she wants. And I think she feels exactly the same. And that’s what they have in their marriage that is rather beguiling, that they are completely loyal to each other and they embrace each other’s wishes.

Julian Fellowes (THR)

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In my arms

A/N : This little OS was written from @my-fan-side‘s adorable headcanon, thanks girl for the idea, I hope you’ll like it!

Summary: Cassian’s hesitant to hold his daughter for the first time, scared he’d hurt her.

“She’s so beautiful,” whispered Nesta, looking down between her arms.

She had forgotten all the pain, the hours spent with her teeth gritted, sweating and panting until she’d finally heard that little cry. She would’ve endured all the pain in the world if it meant she could hold her daughter against her like she was doing right now.

“Look at her, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she smiled toward her mate.

“I know, she’s perfect, just like her mother.”

Cassian had staid through it all. They’d been laying together on their couch when her water had broken, and even if he had wanted to call for Madja the second Nesta told him about it, he’d waited, helping her to go to their bedroom and lay down on their bed. They had waited together, the Illyrian holding his mate’s hand every time he had seen the tension come on her face. Pain had grown with the hours passing, but Nesta had never let out a single scream. She had groaned and thrown him a murderous look once, but other than that, nothing. An Illyrian at heart, Rhysand had once said about her, and he was absolutely right.

“I should’ve know it was for tonight,” Nesta told him, her eyes on their child.

“How? Thanks to mother’s instinct?”

“Elain,” she simply answered.

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